Uh-oh! One of the boys touches Emily!

Emily felt someone grab her wrist and lifted it to the sky. She felt her body go stiff. She told her body to jerk her wrist away, but it didn't respond. Emily cut her eyes to the side, and saw that the boy that sat next to her hand jumped over. A boy had touched her! The orb said that she would be under his control for twenty minutes...and they wanted someone nude!

"Oh! Oh!" the boy who grabbed Emily said. "I nominate Emily!" The rest of the class began muttering in agreement, as if they were excited. The boy turned towards Emily. "Come on. Go on up there."

"Okay." Emily's body said. She could feel her body stand up and began walking to the front of the room. Everyone else in the club began changing out their canvases and paints. Many of them were grabbing white and blank pain, likely to draw Emily's makeup. Emily moved the bowl of fruit and stool, and then stood in front of them. She could feel her face grow hot, likely blushing under her makeup.

"Give us a striptease!" the boy from the back shouted. Emily screamed in her mind, but her body instantly obeyed. She stuck her chest out and began slowly undoing her blouse. She slipped it over her shoulders, revealing her black, lace bra. Many of the students whistled at her, thinking it was sexy. Emily then whirled around and grabbed her skirt. She slowly trailed it down her pale legs, letting her amble butt cheeks stick out. Her panties were black and lacy too. Spun back around and cupped her breasts, briefly making her cleavage larger. Then she unclasped her bra and let it fall away. Her bare chest was open for all to see. She then reached for her panties, which she pulled away with aplomb. Now naked, she put on leg on the stool, giving them a perfect view of her pussy. She also stuck her chest out. She was posing like a stripper.

"Wow! Didn't know she was that hot!" someone from the gallery called.

"She should have died her pubes too!"

"Yeah, but her nipples are pink too!"

Emily had never been so humiliated in her entire life, and she couldn't imagine it getting worse. She was wrong.

"Hey! I think we need something more!" someone shouted.

"Yeah, just painting figures is boring! Let's paint erotica!"

Emily wanted to scream, but it was only in her mind. She was completely helpless to their crazy whims. Everyone turned to the back of the room, toward the boy that touched her.

"You volunteered her, what do you think?"

The boy rubbed his chin and grinned, thinking of something dirty for her to do.