Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >The Fundraiser by AllieNF The Nude Fundraiser: Part 6 The Brave Girl Mr. McGuffin -(TM)s office was not too far away, just down the hall about 20 steps or so. She could have gone through the administrative complex, through all the various secretaries in the lobby pool and past the resource officer -(TM)s desk --but it was easier this way. She knocked on the door and announced herself. She waited to hear the response and entered when it came. Jenna Stepped into Mr. McGuffin -(TM)s office, to see him sitting behind his desk and the little blonde freshman with the pixie cut she -(TM)d seen at the meeting sitting in one of the two chairs across from him. To her relief, Jenna noticed the girl -(TM)s leggings were on her body. Jenna walked towards the girl, outstretching her hand. -Hi, I -(TM)m Jenna, you may remember me from the meeting yesterday. - -Sarah, - the girl responded, taking Jenna -(TM)s hand and shaking it. -I hear you may be a little eager to get naked? - Jenna asked. -Just the opposite, - The principal offered. -She -(TM)s quite nervous about it. - Sarah spoke up, keeping the administrator from going any further. -I -(TM)m still not sure I want to do it, to be honest. - -But you pulled those leggings off in your home room in front of all the other students -- - Jenna stated cautiously as she sat in the chair next to her. -Or, is that not what happened? - -Well, - Sarah got a little sheepish for a second and then began -- -Okay, so after the announcement the kids were rowdy. I been doing the chorus and play stuff since like first grade and they knew I was probably supposed to be in the drama club. So -- they like started chanting -~take it off -(TM) over and over. And Mr. Morris told them no. And then a couple of them started to say it -(TM)s because I was too chicken and I -(TM)d never really do it. And I didn -(TM)t like that. - -It -(TM)s a case where she was being bullied. - The principal interjected. -Yeah. That -(TM)s --it was getting rough. - Sarah continued, -They were calling me chicken and said I didn -(TM)t have the guts. And -- I don -(TM)t know. I -(TM)m not sure if I do --I guess. I don -(TM)t know. But -- I was so mad I just -- I stood up and started to pull my leggings and panties off. - -Impressive story. - Jenna said, with a smile of respect. -How much did you get off before the teacher stopped you? - -Both shoes, leggings panties off my left leg. - -Bare assed and bent over in front of your class? You -(TM)re definitely ready for Monday. - Jenna laughed as she said it. Mr. McGuffin shot her a stern look. -I don -(TM)t know, - Sarah waffled. -I didn -(TM)t even know I was doing it. It was like I was just so mad I was on auto-pilot. I --I still don -(TM)t know if I -(TM)m going to be able to do it. I -(TM)m not really sure I want to do it, but I don -(TM)t want to go a year without doing the school musical. - -I hear you there, - Jenna agreed. -So, Ms. Carol seemed to think you were having an issue or upset or something and I could help. What do you need? - She asked the younger girl, but looked inquisitively towards her principal as she spoke. He took a hard swallow and as he started to talk, Sarah spoke instead. -I did come in upset. I was in trouble. Mr. Morris was shocked and yelling at everyone and that --that was my fault, I guess. And I didn -(TM)t want that --and I kinda couldn -(TM)t believe what I had done and I was embarrassed -- - -And I did okay, calmed her down, let her know she wasn -(TM)t in trouble, - inserted the administrator, -but when I knew what she was done and heard she was afraid to do it again on Monday, I -- - He paused, realizing it was going to sound bad. -I tried to convince her that she was brave and could be brave -- - And Jenna finally realized what was going on, - --so, you tried to convince her to undress for you in your office. - Hanging his head, in a little bit of shame, -yes. - -He really just started that part. - Sarah said. Turning to the younger girl, Jenna asked, -and would he have been successful in this endeavor? - -I don -(TM)t know. I don -(TM)t think so. Probably not? - Sarah sputtered about. Jenna looked straight at Mr. McGuffin, with a definite attitude of disappointment. -And you weren -(TM)t going to let her go back to her classroom until she did? - -No, no, --I -- - He stammered. Taking control of the situation, Jenna pointed to her principal, -You, get out of this room and leave us for five minutes. I -(TM)m sure there -(TM)s something else you can be doing. - He answered in the affirmative and walked out of the room as he was told. Jenna pondered the moment because it felt weird to be telling her principal what to do, but it felt good to order him. She shook off the thought and returned her mental processes to the scared and unsure girl in the seat next to her. -Look Sarah, he was being a pervert and you don -(TM)t have to put up with that. What we are going to go through on Monday --if you decide to do it --what we are going to go through on Monday is a big damn deal. But that -(TM)s Monday. Don -(TM)t let anyone convince you to do something today. Okay? - As Jenna finished, she kind of thought in light of what happened with Lauren on the bus that she should have been giving the talk to herself. -Yes, Jenna. I understand. - The older girl continued, -Giving people like Mr. McGuffin or the kids in your class a chance to see you, all of you or parts of your outside of the fundraiser really takes away the dignity of the thing. I mean, if there -(TM)s any dignity to be had in it. - Jenna looked at Sarah and saw that she had retreated a little bit --and Jenna understood why. She was talking like a parent. -Look Sarah -- I -(TM)m scared about Monday too. I really am. I -(TM)ve never done anything like it. So --today I -(TM)m doing a little --well, I -(TM)ll call it the Undress Rehearsal. --I -(TM)m not wearing panties and I -(TM)m not wearing a bra. --and only a few people know. You -(TM)re one of them. - The younger girl -(TM)s eyes went wide as she spoke, -No panties and you -(TM)re wearing a skirt? Oh wow. - -Says the girl who got halfway undressed in homeroom --?! - Jenna shot back. -That -(TM)s fair, I guess. - -At least I have more control over who knows and who sees. - She said out loud but thought in her head -~or at least I -(TM)m trying to have control over who knows and who sees. -(TM) -That -(TM)s kinda smart. - Sarah said approvingly. -How is going so far? - Choosing not to get into the pitfalls she has experienced, Jenna simply said -Fine. - -Can I try it too? - The now clearly excited Sarah asked. -You -(TM)re not wearing a skirt -- It would be different. - Sarah already had her shoes off before Jenna had stopped talking. -I know, - she said. -I wanna do it anyway. - And before Jenna could even raise an objection Sarah was pulling down her leggings and panties. -You -(TM)re really much braver than I think you give yourself credit for. - Jenna said as Sarah extricated her panties from her leggings. -Is that a bad thing? - Sarah paused for a second and looked over at Jenna who was staring at the girl -(TM)s lower-half, free of clothing except her socks which were white and matched. Jenna noted the paler tone of the young girl -(TM)s flesh and how, it almost blended with the white of her socks. Jenna noted the smoothness of her younger skin as much as she noted the tone --and she saw the little coin-slot of a pussy that Sarah held between her legs. Jenna was Drawn into a moment of disconnect by the beauty and even the absurdity of the moment. Sarah -(TM)s words had to break her out of it, -Jenna --Jenna? Is that bad? - Snapping back to reality, -is it bad that --that you -(TM)re brave? No. I don -(TM)t think so. - Jenna -(TM)s response made Sarah smile. -But I do think you need to get those leggings back on before Mr. McGuffin comes back in here. If he sees that, - she pointed at the younger girl -(TM)s apex, -he -(TM)ll get ideas. I promise you. - Sarah tossed her panties to Jenna and began pulling her leggings on. Taking a moment to inspect the still warm hipster style panties that Sarah had been wearing, Jenna liked the overall flow and blend of white with the red elastic. -You should probably keep these with you, Sarah. In case you find yourself in a position where you wish you had them today. - She said, once again speaking from her own experience. As Sarah finished adjusting her leggings and began putting her shoes on, she answered Jenna. -I can -(TM)t. No pockets and my book bag is in my homeroom. I can -(TM)t just carry my panties in my hand in the hallway. - Jenna couldn -(TM)t fault the logic. She considered keeping them for herself a moment, but decided that wasn -(TM)t the right course for her trajectory today. Having panties meant she might wear them --and while there were moments she thought that it would be a good idea to have them, she knew in her heart that to make Monday happen she had to not have them at all today. Come what may, Jenna was going to finish today without panties. And of course, her bag was in Riley -(TM)s class. While her skirt did have a pocket, it currently housed her phone, so she was in a similar predicament in regards to walking down the hall with panties in her hand. --But she had the glimmer of an idea as Mr. McGuffin walked back in. -Everything okay? - he timidly asked. Jenna assumed the stern posture she had when she had sent him out of the room. -Mr. McGuffin, what you were trying to do was wrong. And, despite the upcoming fundraiser, was illegal. - He knew he was caught and tried to respond, but she stopped him with an outstretched flattened palm. -No. No. Don -(TM)t defend yourself, - She stood as she spoke. Sarah watching on, not knowing what was going to happen next. -Mr. McGuffin, we have decided to keep this little infraction a secret, between the three of us -- - The principal was relieved, but only for a moment as Jenna continued. - --on one condition. - -What --is the condition? - He weakly asked his student. -Put these on, right now. - Jenna stated with urgency and strength as she handed Sarah -(TM)s panties to the man responsible for their education. -Oh my god. - His wide eyes pulsing as the heart in his chest started beating even faster that it had been. -I can -(TM)t -- - Jenna turned to Sarah, -I guess we need to call your parents, Sarah and tell them about what he... - Their principal snatched the panties from Jenna. -No --no, --no need for that. I -(TM)ll do it. - He grumpily kicked off his shoes as Sarah looked at Jenna with a smile completely in awe of what just happened --what was happening before them. Mr. McGuffin -(TM)s pants and boxers were down very quickly, giving the girls a good look at his penis --at his hard cock, which wasn -(TM)t very remarkable except that it was there and in front of them and sticking straight out. Sarah -(TM)s eyes were transfixed on his package and Jenna tried not to laugh as their victim stumbled into the leg holes of Sarah -(TM)s white and red hipster style panties. The undergarment made it halfway up his thighs before they became almost too tight to pull up, but he continued. The girls could hear the ripping of the threads as he tried to stuff his cock into the fabric as the elastic was pulled to it -(TM)s limit digging into his flesh and leaving a red line across his ass. He took a pose for a moment, humiliated and frustrated. Let them get a good look before pulling up his pants and fastening them. -I hope that this settles the matter, - Mr. McGuffin said, perhaps a little angrier than Jenna had anticipated. His demeanor made her wonder if she had misread the situation --but didn -(TM)t change that she was happy she had done it. Perhaps this information would be of use later if Lauren -(TM)s plans for the pep rally got a little too out of hand. The entire concept of ordering her principal to do something so humiliating had actually made Jenna a little wet. She found it thrilling to order someone of power to do something so silly -- which is not a feeling she expected to have. Jenna nodded to Mr. McGuffin, signaling that this was sufficient, before reaching her hand out to Sarah. -It -(TM)s time we get back to class. - -It -(TM)s almost over already. - Sarah said, -It -(TM)ll be second period in no time. - --And second period, thought Jenna, as the two girls exiting into the hallway, --Second period probably meant showtime. The Nude Fundraiser: Part 7 History Class Mr. Riley wasn -(TM)t entirely happy when Jenna walked backed into the room when everyone else was walking out. The bell had rung when she was about a classroom away. He handed her the homework assignment which she put in her bag and she started to exit the room. -Ms. Jenkins, - he said, -I hope you -(TM)ll be on time Monday, clothed or not. Your tardiness will not be accepted --for any reason. - She gave him a look that most cultures would recognize as go to hell. -I -(TM)ll be less of distraction, sir. - -I doubt that. - And with that, the old man waved her to be gone. Jenna exited the room and headed for the stairs in the hallway. She had calmed down a great deal, but still felt a little wetness from her experiment with Mr. McGuffin. There was probably a little sparkly sheen of her -~anticipation -(TM) upon her lower lips, visible to any who could see them under her skirt. That wasn -(TM)t something she was offering, but a few more people might see it now, as she started to ascend the steps. She decided to take her trip up the one flight of stairs quickly, but she still wondered who might see up the skirt as she did so. She thought about her practice at home and towards the top of the stairs she was exaggerating her movements enough to allow her legs to open up more and make what was usually hidden more visible. This brought her a smile, because she was in control of her own actions. Lauren was waiting for her at the top of the steps. The smile went away quickly. -Well, there -(TM)s the little slut. - Lauren said, not very quietly. Jenna hung her head. People most definitely heard that. The smattering of giggles from the crowd of students moving between classes announced that. -Come here, - Lauren gestured to Jenna, veering her just out the flow on the landing at the top of the steps. -Unbutton that shirt now. - Stepping out of traffic and being verbally berated was one thing. Unlike Sarah who couldn -(TM)t take a little bullying, Jenna could. She -(TM)d done it before. --But being commanded to undo her buttons wasn -(TM)t going to work. -No, Lauren. I don -(TM)t think I will. - Jenna stated a little more strongly than the red headed cheerleader expected, and then she tried to pass. Lauren grabbed her arm and pulled her back. -I -(TM)m sorry, I said unbutton your shirt, NOW. - Jenna wiggled her arm free with a -No, - but before she could turn back around, she saw the Lauren had a knife --which she used quickly to cut the top button off the shirt, forcing Jenna to flinch as she did so. -Unbutton the shirt or have no buttons to button it up again. - Lauren said punctuating her thought by showing Jenna the knife, but then it disappeared into her pocket, secretly hidden from any onlookers. Scared, Jenna complied. She fumbled quickly to get the buttons undone, Lauren standing close to her blocking the view, but not out of protection for Jenna. As the final button was about to be undone, Lauren -(TM)s hand flipped up the skirt front and then grasped the hem. -Follow me to class, slut. - She gripped the skirt tighter and started moving through the hall. Jenna was a mental wreck trying to keep herself from being fully exposed in the hallway, not only did she have to hold a hand around her waist to keep her shirt from flying open, something that wasn -(TM)t helped by the shoulder strap from her book bag --but she also had to keep pace with Lauren or the skirt might come down or even off. As if to make that a reality, Lauren started zigging and zagging through the hallway. She sped up and slowed down. The pair slowed and stopped right outside the door to their history class --and as the bell rang Lauren gave Jenna a shove which knocked her down in the hallway sprawling out over the floor. Her bag sliding off her shoulder pulling at her shirt which had fallen open. The skirt had slip up near Jenna -(TM)s belly button from all the pushing and pulling to get to class because of the small height difference between the two-Lauren being a full 3 inches taller. Jenna -(TM)s legs were splayed open as she landed on the cold floor. Her left shoe slipped off. What students were left in the hall pointed and laughed. A few eyes widened, but as Jenna quickly tried to cover herself, she couldn -(TM)t be sure if they were laughing at her falling or pointing at her state of undress. Collecting herself and finding her footing. She flung her bag back on her shoulder, defiantly buttoned two buttons of her shirt, tugged her skirt to a reasonable position on her waist, and picked up her shoe. By the time she got to the door, it was already closed. Late to class again, but generally Mr. Gunderson was forgiving. Opening the door, she entered. He hadn -(TM)t started class too far yet, only welcomed them and told them to open their books, so it didn -(TM)t break his stride to take a look at her when she walked in -- -Not having the best day, are we Jenna? - asked Mr. Gunderson. -No. No we are not. - Said Jenna a little defeated. -I -(TM)ll let it slide today. - He kindly stated. Jenna heard a huff from at least one person in the class and she assumed it was Lauren. Three lates is a detention. Six lates in a week is a suspension. Neither was something Jenna had worried about this early in the year --but the way today was going, she was starting to get vaguely concerned. -- but if getting a detention for being late was part of her plan, how did she know she had one late already? Who from her first class was in on it? Jenna shook it off and moved to her seat. Mr. Gunderson didn -(TM)t require assigned seating but the students generally sat in similar places. Jenna moved towards her normal spot, and saw there usual -~next door neighbor -(TM) wasn -(TM)t there. Miranda was --across the room where Laure usually sits and Lauren was in Miranda -(TM)s seat, right next to Jenna -(TM)s usual seat. Jenna looked quickly to see if there was another open seat, but Mr. Gunderson cleared his throat. That was the signal that she was now distracting his class, so she sat quickly and braced herself for what came next. As Jenna set her shoe on the floor to put it back on, Lauren tapped her shoulder. She looked up to see the cheerleader smile and give her a -no - headshake. Jenna sat back in her chair --and witnessed Lauren pulling the knife out of her pocket slightly, just to show she still had it-as if Jenna would be able to forget. It did make Jenna breath a small sight of relief however. In the heat of the moment in the hallway, she hadn -(TM)t really gotten a good look at it. It was just a standard cafeteria knife. Sharp enough to do what Lauren wanted, probably strong enough to cause injury if that was in Lauren -(TM)s mind as well, but Jenna doubted that was involved in the cheerleader -(TM)s endgame. Once certain that Jenna had seen the glorified stitch ripper, Lauren whispered, -buttons now. - With a deep sigh Jenna complied. At least at the desk not too many would see. Mr. Gunderson was droning on up in the front, something about the Civil War or something as Jenna undid the second button and breathed in for the moment. Sitting in a classroom more exposed than she -(TM)d ever been. In a way Lauren was helping her. Was this not a better way to prepare for Monday than just being without panties and bra? Would Jenna have gone even this far on her own? --but it still didn -(TM)t feel right. Jenna was not in control. --and Jenna was now more aware than ever that the school or at least some of the teachers like Mr. Morris and Mr. Riley were not going to be as forgiving about such activities today. A slip up in front of the wrong people could get Jenna sent back to the office. She was beginning to regret her little stunt with Sarah -(TM)s panties. If she were to be sent to Mr. McGuffin again, she no longer had the upper hand -- Lauren tapped the desk again to get Jenna -(TM)s attention. -Skirt down, slut. - She whispered. - --to your ankles. - Jenna closed her eyes. Could she do this? She -(TM)s seated at her desk. No one would see. Right? Should she do this? --well, the answer to that was probably no --but what choice did she have? If she didn -(TM)t do it, Lauren certainly had something planned to make it happen -- --But what could Lauren do in the middle of the class to make her take her skirt down which wouldn -(TM)t draw attention to Lauren herself --? Jenna whispered, -No. - Which made Lauren visibly mad. Lauren raised her hand and cleared her throat a little to make sure Mr. Gunderson saw her. Jenna did know what she had in store and quickly became very nervous. When the teacher finally did see Lauren -(TM)s hand, she began to speak, -Mr. Gunderson, Jenna has unbuttoned her shirt all the way and is showing off her tits. - The whole class turned to look at Jenna in one motion almost. A sea of eyes was now looking at her. She was seen, she was scared. Her secret no longer as secret as it was a moment ago. She closed her eyes, as if that would hide her. -Ms. Jenkins! Are you making bad decisions? - Mr. Gunderson asked. Opening her eyes and beginning to fumble with her buttons, she started to close her shirt up. The process actually made her 36c breasts a little more visible. Some of the students had begun to react. Jenna -(TM)s nipples were definitely hard, so even covered by the cloth of the white shirt, they would now be seen through it -- -No, Ms. Jenkins. You don -(TM)t get out of that so easily. - Her teacher continued. -You made a choice and you have to live with it. Unbutton your shirt. Keep it unbuttoned. - Jenna started to protest, but he shut her down. -Ms. Jenkins, if History has taught me anything, protestations from a single person do not work. Perhaps a groups effort would be more effective. Is there anyone in this class who believes that Jenna should button her shirt back up? - There was silence. Jenna looked around at the room and saw eager faces. She saw a few frustrated faces. She saw a few concerned. She saw a few cell phones --and she saw Lauren, smiling wickedly. The punishment was more severe than he crime. Instead of exposing herself, Jenna now felt even more exposed. -No one has come to your aid Jenna. The public has decided it can live with your shirt being unbuttoned --so take care of that, and let me get back to teaching. - He finished and turned to notes on the white-board. Completely unbuttoned again, Jenna settled back in at her desk with a sigh. Lauren looked over. -Skirt, down to your ankles now. - Jenna -(TM)s head fell in defeat, as if her neck had suddenly snapped. The humiliation she would now feel --was 100x what it would have been. It was no longer -possible - or other students to accidentally look back and see that her skirt was down, it was going to happen. The question was no longer -If - people would see, the question was now -how many would see? - And she couldn -(TM)t say no --because saying no would be worse for her. She looked up and saw the Mr. Gunderson -(TM)s back was to the class. Jenna took both hands and grasping the waist of her skirt, tugged it down. She lifted her body to get it off under her butt and upper thighs --the settled again as the waist made it to her knees. She let it go and the tan material dropped to the floor with a louder thud because her phone was in her pocket. A few students had watched the whole thing with wide eyes and whispered giggles. It was the thud at the end which brought the looks of half the class and their state employed caretaker. Lucky for Jenna, he didn -(TM)t know what the sound was, so he didn -(TM)t know where to look. --that last part is partially untrue, when he turned to the class, he looked straight at Jenna, hoping to catch a glimpse of something at her chest height. He didn -(TM)t look lower. Why would he? No student would be that stupid to attempt to fully expose themselves in his classroom. He continued teaching, but the students in the classroom weren -(TM)t learning anything from him today. They were learning more about their fellow student -(TM)s body. Lauren looked at Jenna, -Open your legs. Wide. - Jenna -(TM)s heart was pounding as she complied. Each thump louder as she waited for the next directive. Wondering if this was how Mr. McGuffin had felt in his office when she had ordered him. --and then Lauren spoke again, -That -(TM)s enough for now. - Unsure whether she should be relieved or not, Jenna became acutely aware of all the eyes staring at her. Just over half the class period remained. There was plenty of time for them to get good long looks and take secret pictures or videos. If she were being honest with herself, those thoughts made her feel a little tingly, a little wet -- but they also made her scared. There was still plenty of time for Lauren to make it worse if she wanted. Jenna doubted it, but perhaps sitting there in class with her skirt down, legs wide and a fully unbuttoned shirt was all Lauren had in mind. Would other commands come before the end of class or was this the end of this... for now. Jenna -(TM)s mind was doing gymnastics trying to figure things out. Lauren had proven the strength of her position and her ability to force outcomes she wanted. Jenna never realized how dangerous Lauren was, but the two had never been enemies before. They weren -(TM)t even friends really. The cheerleaders, well most of them, barely interacted with the drama club. This streak of cunning and vindictiveness was unexpected. Jenna was sure it wasn -(TM)t over -- but it didn -(TM)t matter. Her actions had already done their damage. The number of people aware of Jenna -(TM)s state of dress had dramatically increased because of this class. Jenna was positive that pictures and video had now been taken, as more people could see parts of her body virtually no one had seen before. --But a little half display like this would feel quaint when she was fully exposed to the whole school on Monday. In the end, isn't that what today was preparing her for? Hadn't something like this been on her mind since she decided to go bra-less and pantie-less today? Of course it had, but in her fantasies she was in control. In her fantasies she had all day to work up this... But reality took Jenna's control away and here she was with more than 2/3 of the day left including a pep rally. So, she sat there, waiting for the next order from Lauren... The Nude Fundraiser: Part 8 The Changeover Jenna sat there at her desk in her history class, skirt at her ankles, her legs wide one shoe on and one shoe off, blouse unbuttoned waiting for the next order from Lauren who had been so eager to embarrass her and show her off. --But Lauren had fallen silent. Most of the class had lost interest in Jenna -(TM)s predicament after a few moments of inactivity. Many glances back here and there throughout the class to see if anything had changed. --But nothing had changed. To Jenna, this was as frustrating as being forced to show off had been humiliating. At any moment something worse could happen --but the moments kept dragging on and nothing was happening. Every time Lauren adjusted in her seat, turned slightly, anything --everything -- every action Lauren made sent a shockwave of anticipation through Jenna, but nothing. And now, here they were, 5 minutes until the end of class, approximately 25 minutes from the last order, and Lauren spoke. -Kick me your skirt. - The cheerleader said quietly enough to be heard by just Jenna. Jenna was caught. How could she even consider such a thing? Lauren would most likely disappear with the skirt, leaving Jenna helplessly underdressed. She couldn -(TM)t do it. Sensing the reluctance, Lauren started to raise her hand. With a defeated sigh, Jenna stepped out of the skirt and kicked it over to Lauren forcing the redhead to lower her hand. Jenna was visibly shaking at the prospects of what comes next. She would have to get up wearing basically just an unbuttoned shirt, bend or crouch to put on her shoe, then exit the classroom in just her shoes, socks and open shirt carrying her bag --and HOPE that Lauren didn -(TM)t disappear. Her shirt, she knew for a fact, wasn -(TM)t long enough to prevent her naked ass from being seen, but she was comfortable that she could carry her bag in front of her enough that her other erogenous zone wouldn -(TM)t be seen, mostly. If she waited until she was the last one in the classroom to get up, she could gain some level of privacy --and as long as Lauren wasn -(TM)t being completely vindictive, she could probably hide her backside against the wall as she regained her skirt. These were all gambles. Only Lauren knew for sure what was going to happen when the bell rang. --and then it rang. Jenna just sat at her desk, mortified and afraid. Somehow almost everyone in the class, guys and girls made their way past Jenna on the way out. Some actually took some long meandering trips for people. Guys and girls would stumble as they walked past her, jostling her or her desk to get a better look, to move her shirt and reveal her breasts -- Some even had their phones out and were recording the whole time. Jenna felt like grocery story fruit, being palmed and perused by every shopper. Mr. Gunderson was bemused. He was seemingly still in the dark over anything waist down, having been concentrating on his lesson and with his back turned a good half of the class. He wasn -(TM)t with his back to the class now, having sat at his desk to drink some coffee as the classes changed. It was almost just Jenna and Lauren in the room as Lauren slid out of her desk, Jenna -(TM)s skirt in her hands. -I -(TM)ll see you outside the door to the classroom, - Lauren said and then kicked Jenna -(TM)s shoe (the one that had fallen off before the class started in her hallway tumble.) The shoe bounced against the backwall of the classroom. Jenna deflated with a grumble, as Lauren laughed her way to the door and stopped. -Oh, - the redhead said, -to be clear, the door outside my next classroom. Geometry, over in C-Wing. - Jenna was ready to cry real tears. This wasn -(TM)t supposed to happen. This wasn -(TM)t she wanted. If she was going to exposer herself --it was supposed to be on her terms, not Lauren -(TM)s. She stood up as the new students started to file into the room, Mr. Gunderson saw Jenna -(TM)s full state of undress for the first time. -That gets my vote for the new school uniform, - he said cheekily as he took another sip of his coffee and watched her every move until she left the room. Jenna hobbled to the back of the room to get her shoe. She slid her foot in it and adjusted it the best she could without fulling bending or crouching. Her eyes were on her teacher and the students the entire time. She walked past her desk, grabbing her bag and holding it in front of her waist, she walked out of the classroom. As she left the classroom, she could feel the students staring and taking pictures. Once in the hallway, Jenna tucked up against the lockers as best she could and moved with purpose. She couldn -(TM)t run, but she had ground she had to cover. If she didn -(TM)t make it before the bell, Lauren was certain to go into the class and take Jenna -(TM)s skirt with her. In a way, Jenna didn -(TM)t even care about the skirt anymore, but her cell phone was in the skirt and that made Jenna nervous. Lauren having that for much longer could be very bad. It wasn -(TM)t that there was anything incriminating or embarrassing on it --but the phone had her contacts and the wrong message to the wrong people could seriously ruin Jenna -(TM)s life. What if her family found out about this? Not just her mom and dad, who were bound to hear about it --but her grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins? Jenna was always a good girl to them, to learn otherwise might break their hearts. No. She drew the line at her having the phone, but as Jenna rushed through the halls getting stares from everyone she passed, she wished she had drawn that line sooner. Each passing moment made the fear real, made the fear worse -- Jenna sensed the bell was going to go off soon and classes would start. She knew most of the walk that she would be late to class, but she had to make it to Lauren -- She rounded the corner in C-Wing and saw Lauren standing outside her geometry class. Jenna -(TM)s skirt was in one hand, but her other hand held Jenna -(TM)s cellphone. -Smile Slut! - Lauren shouted as Jenna moved to her. The cheerleader took a picture of Jenna while the shirt billowed out with her speed, the bag by her side and in only one hand. The image most likely contained a very full frontal shot of Jenna -(TM)s mostly naked body outstretched towards Lauren. The bell rang at that moment as Lauren tossed the skirt to Jenna and snapped a few more images before dashing into her classroom. Jenna grabbed the skirt in mid-air and dropped her bag, she tried hopping into the skirt quickly and trying to tuck her shirt as she knocked on the classroom door. Mr. Morris answered the door. And after taking a confused look at Jenna and her disheveled appearance, the kindly older African American Teacher asked -Can I help you Ms. Jenkins? - -Yes, - Jenna said. -Lauren Simmons just stole my cell phone and I -(TM)d like it back. - Mr. Morris popped his body back into his room. -Ms. Simmons, is it true you stole Ms. Jenkins phone? - -No, no --no --Mr. Morris. - Lauren stuttered out, but she had both phones in her hand when he looked so she was caught. -I --I just borrowed it for a second. To -- To copy down a note really quick. - She explained and walked towards the door. Looking right at Jenna with a smile. -I was going to return it after class at Lunch. - She handed the phone to Mr. Morris and went back to her seat. He, handed it to Jenna who thanked him. The door closed suddenly, once the transaction had completed. Jenna was happy for a brief moment --until she realized Lauren had handed over her own phone. Jenna attempted to open it, but found out what the -really quick note - was- Lauren had locked her phone. A message came in. The truncated notification showed that it came from Jenna. -That took balls. - Another message --one of the pictures Lauren just took. Another message -- -See you at lunch. - Another message -- -All of you? - Another message -- -maybe. - Another message -- -idk. - Another message -- -lol. - And then silence. Jenna thought about knocking again, but figured it would be no use. She adjusted her outfit --for whatever that was worth. She made sure all the existing buttons were buttoned, that the skirt was clasped and wouldn't fall down. Jenna started plodding towards the attendance office to see Ms. Carol again. --as she walked, she realized something very important: Jacob was in this class with her. He may know how to get into Lauren -(TM)s phone. Perhaps Jenna could take the upper hand and do a little damage herself. She started moving more quickly to the attendance office. A renewed energy jolting through her body.