Yes, sort of

"Okay, I can't leave my OK professors in such a predicament. Here." The girl said, handing Courtney her Bolero jacket.

"What? I can't wear this, I'd still be bottomless, not to mention this jacket has no way to fasten it closed!"

"It's either that or nothing. I'm not giving you my dress."

"Fine." Courtney resigned to her fate.

The naked professor pulled the small garment on, noting how the bottom just brushed the small of her back. The front was what she focused on. Her breasts weren't huge, but weren't small either. The jacket just barely covered her nipples, and any movement would cause either of them to be uncovered. She had to keep her arms down as much as possible to avoid exposing anything. It also didn't help that the jacket also rubbed her already hard nipples, causing her unwanted stimulation.

Courtney ran behind her desk and sat down, hoping her students would forgive the expanse of flesh she was showing. She didn't have to wait long as students began walking in. The girls giggled at the odd sight, where the boys couldn't help but stare. Finally, someone spoke up.

"Are you Doctor Orlov, or is this a test?" a boy in Rhett back asked.

Before she could answer, Courtney saw her tormentor stand up...