Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >The Fundraiser by AllieNF The Nude Fundraiser: Part 26- The Hallway For the most part, Mr. Riley -(TM)s class had been uneventful for Jenna and she wasn -(TM)t complaining. The three nude students had been mostly uninterrupted in their reading, or studies in Jenna -(TM)s case. She had sensed a few pictures from some of the guys. When the bell did finally ring, there was no explosion to leave and Jenna looked over at Emily knowingly. The class expected them to stand and leave first, so the rest of them could watch Jenna and Emily leave. They were sure there would be more pictures. -Wanna make them all late? - Giggled Emily. Jenna looked sad for a moment and responded. -Wish I could, but I already have detention tomorrow for 3 lates on Friday. - She began getting up and Emily followed. Ryan stood up and joined them very quickly. There were some groans as his maneuver most likely ruined some pictures. Not that his ass was anything to sniff at, and a few of the boys didn -(TM)t. -I got your backs covered, - he said to the girls as they walked out the door. Once in the hallway, Ryan took off for his next class, but the girls continued walking together. -I really expected that to be much worse, - Emily said. Jenna agreed and looked at her fellow classmate. The day was seemingly going to be filled with moments where she took a deeper look at these people that she -(TM)d spent so many years in school with. Emily had been a close friend in the very early days of kindergarten and the smaller grades, but they had grown apart some, as kids do. High school had been slow to get them back to being closer, but it had started to do just that in the last year. Emily had been invited to the sleepover with Olivia and Kenzie, the one where Jenna ended up naked, but had been unable to attend. Jenna imagined that without Covid, she and Emily might have gotten even closer. As the two began to walk, Jenna took note of her friend -(TM)s body. They were both a similar height, though Emily might be an inch shorter at worst. She was little heavier than Jenna and less athletic in her build. Emily -(TM)s face was fuller, but her green eyes were sparkling. Jenna took note of the blend and contour of her make-up, lashes worked to make those eyes stand out and lipstick that was just present enough to make them pop. Her skin tone was faded, as if her summer tan had started receding in early August, but still a color that wouldn -(TM)t be mistaken for a tablecloth at a fancy restaurant. Emily -(TM)s breasts, Jenna noted, had to be D-cups and were just able to be called perky, they had a bounce to them but wanted to be lazy and just lay upon her chest. The movement of her legs as they walked did not afford Jenna good look between her legs, but Emily was not shaven as many of the girls in the Drama Club had seemed to be. It was a good look, Jenna thought. Strong and not delicate, but beautiful and confident. If she had a stronger singing voice, she may have been more of a threat to Jenna -(TM)s chances at some of the choice roles. -How bad was your homeroom? - Jenna asked. -Bad. - Replied Emily, casting her eyes down. Jenna followed up, -Was Ryan in the same home room? - Emily nodded yes at that, but didn -(TM)t seem to want to speak more on it. -I -(TM)m here if you want to talk about, - she said, putting her hand on Emily -(TM)s shoulder. -I was thinking about talking to that Counselor Mr. Turner during Drama in 4th Period. - Admitted Emily. Jenna stopped her abruptly and turned quickly towards her contemporary squaring her off together with her back to the lockers, looking face to face -- -Don -(TM)t do that. Okay? Not him. Anyone but him. - The moment was not truly fear inducing, but there was a shock that Emily felt over how strongly Jenna seemed to feel on this. -O --okay. - She stuttered out her response. The rolling mass of students in the hallway had almost all come to a stop. Those closest to the two girls began to chant -kiss! Kiss! Kiss - The chanting made Jenna consider their position. They were turned facing each other. Jenna -(TM)s hand on Emily -(TM)s shoulder. Emily -(TM)s back against the wall -- Their breasts almost touching. Emily had actually instinctively put her right hand on Jenna -(TM)s him to steady her during the sudden movement. She shook her head with an amused grin, to passerby -(TM)s it may have looked just like they were stealing a moment in the hallway. She had seen couples do that a lot. --but those couples were never naked, and very seldom had she seen it between two girls. Jenna looked at Emily, as the chant continued, and considered it -- Emily looked at Jenna, unsure what was going to happen. Neither were feeling unable to do it. It didn -(TM)t feel like a bad thing to either, but Emily wasn -(TM)t the type of girl who would initiate that kind of thing --and Jenna truly didn -(TM)t know how something like that would go over. The moment passed and they didn -(TM)t kiss. -Let -(TM)s get to class, - Jenna said, removing her hand from her shoulder. As Emily turned forward and the two began walking, Jenna took that hand and swatted Emily -(TM)s ass playfully. It gave the boys something to remark on. The both giggled and continued up the steps for the second floor. This gave Jenna a chance to think. Given the relaxation of the last period as opposed to the torment of homeroom, and walking through the student center like they meat --all of which had followed so closely on the heels of Mrs. Ritaworth -(TM)s tone shattering admission in the drama room. --a positive moment, as opposed to those negative ones, had actually led Jenna to having a little fun with it all. It had led her to feeling okay with the situation --.to almost enjoying it. She had to ask herself, was she enjoying it now? The answer had to be yes. Yes, of course she was. This moment, walking side by side with a friend, both naked. The insults had died down from the crowd. Some of them, more than before, had even seemed to not notice there were naked students in the hallways. --then there were those that wanted more. The -Kiss - chant was a little over the top, but showed a level of respect. Jenna was almost enjoying herself --or, at the very least, she was definitely enjoying this moment. She was disappointed as she realized Emily was in the fourth period drama class, which meant she had B-lunch. She -(TM)d be a great addition to the group in Mrs. Apgar -(TM)s --but Lunch was going to be different today. Jenna -(TM)s sense of goodwill changed in that second. Thinking that she -(TM)d be trapped, not alone, but that they would all be trapped and the mercy of the school -(TM)s acting administrator during lunch. --and Jenna thought, well, hopefully it can -(TM)t be worse than what Lauren did on Friday. Making Jenna unbutton her shirt and expose her breasts to the whole class --making her sit at her desk with her skirt down --and missing one shoe --then making her give up her skirt so she left the class in an unbuttoned shirt only -- Somehow, that made Jenna laugh again. Thinking of how embarrassed she was then, wearing more than she was now. -You -(TM)re in my history class, right Emily? - Asked Jenna --and it wasn -(TM)t an out of left field question. This was just the start of the third week of school and everyone was still getting familiar with their classes and their friend -(TM)s classes and schedules. -Yeah. You put on quite the show on Friday. - Emily stated with a hardy laugh. -Oh, that was all Lauren. - Jenna said defensively. The two continued to walk up the steps to the landing where Jenna lost a button on Friday. -Oh, don -(TM)t lie. Lauren may have been the director, but you were the star. - Emily smiled as she said that. -That -(TM)s a fair statement, I suppose. - Jenna once again found herself shaking her head bemusedly. -You wanted to kiss me, didn -(TM)t you? - Questioned Emily. -Back there, in the hallway. You wanted to kiss me, right? - Caught a little off guard as their classroom neared, Jenna wasn -(TM)t sure how to respond. She stammered out a few syllables. Emily leaned, wrapping her right arm around Jenna -(TM)s waist and her left around the back of her neck. Emily pulled Jenna close, their skin was touching in so many places. Their breasts pressed against each other. Emily kissed Jenna on the mouth before she could get an actual word out, and then released her -- Emily quickly disappeared into their history classroom, leaving a stunned Jenna Jenkins in the hallway. -Don -(TM)t fall in this time, okay? - Mr. Gunderson -(TM)s unmistakable voice cut through the confusion and surprise Jenna was feeling. She looked up to see him wide eyed and smiling, just as he was taking another sip of his coffee. She stepped into the room, still a little unsure of herself after what she -(TM)d just experienced. -Oh, Jenna, - her teacher called to her from the doorway. -This outfit gets my vote for the new school uniform. - That -(TM)s the moment the bell rang. The Nude Fundraiser: Part 27- The Pre-Show Mr. Gunderson was one of Jenna -(TM)s younger teachers. He was married and had a small son at home, but that didn -(TM)t keep his eyes from wandering. He -(TM)d often make flirty statements. He taught Jenna when she was a freshman, and now again as she was a senior due to a positional shift after some early retirements due to Covid. She didn -(TM)t feel 100% safe in his class, but she didn -(TM)t feel scared either. Today, since she was naked, she felt a little less safe. Still reeling from the kiss fellow naked drama kid Emily had just given her outside and lightly amused by the jaunty comments from her teacher at the door, Jenna felt less safe than normal --but only a touch more nervous about things. She -(TM)d gotten through Mr. Riley -(TM)s class without him being a total asshole, which he normally was, perhaps she -(TM)d get through Mr. Gunderson -(TM)s class unscathed and without him being a total dick, which he normally wasn -(TM)t. -Class, today we have been given a gift, - Their teacher began, -Two incredibly naked and incredibly beautiful young girls. Stand up for us girls --let -(TM)s all take a look. - Emily looked over at Jenna, who shrugged and started to stand. Emily followed the lead. They could feel the eyes and the cameras. Mr. Gunderson beckoned them to come to the front and the two girls reluctantly did. He stood between them and posed for pictures. Put his arm around their shoulders --and another with his arms around their waists. -Make sure you send these to me, gang. - He said to the class. -And don -(TM)t post them! My wife will freak out! - He laughed as he said this last part, he knew they were going to get posted. The smarter and more mischievous kids might hold them back for blackmail. Mr. Gunderson also knew his wife as already watching on the classroom camera, her wild jealously made her take today off just so she could supervise her husband, who she had suspected of straying before. He winked at the camera. Jenna noticed the steady stream of text messages coming silently to his phone on his desk, but couldn -(TM)t read them. -Okay. - Mr. Gunderson said to the girls starting to step away from them. -I want you to turn around and put your hands on the desk --y -(TM)know, bend over a little, let us get a good look. - Jenna and Emily were getting a little more frustrated now and their faces definitely showed it. The classroom was not at all frustrated. They were happy. Girls and boys. The boys obviously because they enjoyed what they were seeing, which may have been true for some of the girls as well --but the majority of the girls were happy to see Emily get unwanted attention. Emily was one of the most book smart girls in the school and was particularly good in history. This being a senior class, despite the early stage of the school year, the students were familiar with Emily -(TM)s ability to blow out a curve and achieve the highest scores in the class. While Emily was not as good with social interactions as she wished she was, she wasn -(TM)t completely out there. She tried lots of extracurricular activities and sometimes did well at them, but got bored easily. Theater was something she found interesting and fun, better than most of the sports. There -(TM)s a team feeling in theater that is just different than playing field hockey or softball. The pressure is manageable in a way that worked with Emily -(TM)s personality and her drive to succeed. She wasn -(TM)t the best at it, but, to her, that was fine. Being in the middle felt comfortable for her in theater, increased the fun, and kept her under the radar. Tricia Michaelson was the odds-on favorite for Valedictorian because she was so good at everything she did and she was pretty smart when it came to her grades. That took the pressure of Emily, who was actually most likely going to end up as Valedictorian. Most kids didn -(TM)t suspect that -- but it sure felt good to the girls to put her in her place today. -Hey, - Mr. Gunderson interjected into the proceedings as the girls bent over begrudgingly, -Should we move some desks out of the way --clear up the shots some? - There were murmurs of agreement and some of the kids starting moving up to his desk to help without being told. Mr. Gunderson stepped in himself and moved a few pieces of classroom furniture. The boys and at least of the girls took little opportunities to brush against the girls --touching their legs, arms, tummies, side boobs if they could, and, of course, their asses as the students moved things around their naked classmates. -You two stay right there. --right like that -- or spread your legs a little, - he said to the two nude girls displayed at his desk. -It could be worse. - Jenna commented quietly to Emily as she spread her legs a little. -Class just started, Jenna -- - was Emily -(TM)s slightly panicked reply. Emily did not spread her legs at all. Neither girl was either particularly proud or specifically unhappy with their ass. Jenna knew it wasn -(TM)t her strongest feature, but she didn -(TM)t feel anything negative towards it. Emily was probably a little more positive about hers, than Jenna. It didn -(TM)t feel like their asses were being neglected by their peers, not in this classroom anyway. Far from rejecting them, the class seemed to be embracing them -- True both were paler than the rest of their bodies, but they were both also round in all the right places. Neither was flat or marked with cellulite lines and pock marks. These were nice smooth asses and worthy to be in the naughty pictures which were now immortalizing them. -Emily, - Mr. Gunderson said in a serious tone, -If you don -(TM)t do as I tell you, I -(TM)ll start deducting classroom points and it might affect your grade. - Emily groaned angrily, but complied. She muttered under her breath to Jenna -And there it is -- - Jenna -(TM)s heart broke a little for her friend as she spread her legs wider for the class to gaze more deeply on her private areas. Once again, a teacher had chosen the nuclear option towards Jenna and her friends, forcing actions by threatening things that meant so much to high school students. Mr. Elba had done it with whole damn fundraiser that now resembled more of a sex circus to the other students, while being the only way Jenna could achieve what she needed to make her dreams come true. Mr. Gunderson had now joined the list of teachers who would have to fall prey to revenge -- --but that thought would have to hold for now, the embarrassment was far from over as Mr. Gunderson coughed to get their attention. Jenna knew it was coming, the trajectory of Gunderson -(TM)s commands and requests so far was unmistakable. -Spread your cheeks girls. - He asked. The girls scoffed at this. Jenna turning and changing her pose as she protested. -No. That -(TM)s not right. - She blurted. Emily relaxed her pose, as well, feeling just a little better getting to close her legs, and cover her chest with folded arms. The pictures didn -(TM)t stop, so she turned a little to prevent full frontal photos. Jenna leaned into her protestations. -The purpose of this is to make it so we can do a musical this year. Not so you and all the boys and bis and lesbians can get a thrill today --. - She looked out at the other students, -No offense. - There was a grumble from the class. -We already paid this morning. - Several of the students said, or intoned some facsimile of the same. Emily spoke up here, -You paid to get us naked --to keep us naked, not to have us do a show just for you. - There was a grumble again and Morgan Flaherty, one of the male students from the second wealthiest family in the school district raised an intriguing question, -Well, how much would a show cost? - Emily and Jenna looked at each other eyes getting wider. They walked right into that one. Mr. Gunderson smiled wickedly off to the side. -Well ladies? - Jenna looked at Emily again, and shrugged. She honestly had no idea how to even quantify a -show, - for the class. She could imagine a few of the things they -(TM)d ask --and she wasn -(TM)t even sure she -(TM)d be willing to do them. They could just come up with a number that was so outrageous that the students would never be able to pay it --but that would be seen as unfair. They could come up with a reasonable number --and even double it maybe, with Morgan Flaherty in the mix it would probably happen. -Can we confer? - Jenna asked her teacher. -I -(TM)ll give you two five minutes, - their mentor said, -And while you work, we -(TM)ll come up with your script. - He motioned the girls to his desk and gave them a piece of paper to write calculations. Jenna and Emily grabbed their bags and pulled out their donation envelopes -- quickly counting and thinking. They overheard the other students suggesting poses and lewd acts --For his part, Mr. Gunderson did say no to one of two things. Scat and fisting were a definite no. Emily started crying a little bit, but Jenna talked her back from a full breakdown. She told her to write a quick list of things that were a definite no for them --for her. And they could counter bargain. Jenna asked Mr. Gunderson to show her the fundraiser website, as her phone was in the drama room. She wanted to see where the money stood now. Both nude girls were floored as the Fundraiser had raked in almost $10,000 more since home room and the envelopes hadn -(TM)t even been turned in yet. With a total of almost $28,000 they both realized it was going to be one hell of a musical -- --but that thought didn -(TM)t help them come up with a price. Then Jenna whispered to Emily, -Sweet 16? ...$3,200 total. Sixteen hundred per girl. Put us over the $30,000 mark and we each pocket $600 without telling Elba? I -(TM)ve got more than that much in cash in my envelope. - Emily thought quickly and nodded her head yes. -Me too. - Jenna turned to the teacher and the class. -3 thousand, 2 hundred. - There was a murmur as students started doing mental math -- -But no cameras. - Emily added, -This show is just for you. - There were some groans, but Gunderson quieted them down. -No, that -(TM)s fair. I -(TM)ve seen the list of things you want them to do. - There was a grumbled wave of agreement. Mr. Gunderson looked at the class, -So -- Is this a price the market is willing to bear? - They began to empty their pockets and collect what money they had left. Mr. Gunderson walked over to his desk and picked up his phone, he showed it to Jenna as he added $500.00 to his already existing donation of $303-$101 dollars for each naked student in his home room. Morgan stayed out of the fray until the kids had collected all they could. A few came forward to Jenna to show their new donation numbers on their phone. She wrote them down to keep track, while Emily counted the cash. As the money kept rolling in, Jenna had to admit she was getting a little more excited about the possibility of doing some kind of show for the kids. She tossed around the idea in her head that maybe they -(TM)d still do something even if they couldn -(TM)t match the fee. They may say no to a few more things, but they might do something. The new total from the class was just over $1,400. Morgan said, he -(TM)d double it. That put them just about $400 shy of the needed number. The class started to register disappointment -- when Morgan asked if he could phone a friend. --and by friend, he meant his dad. Jenna looked at Emily and the two agreed. Maybe they could pocket a little more, They were close enough to having to do the show anyway, they probably couldn -(TM)t weasel out of it too easily. The begging from the students and Mr. Gunderson would be atrocious. Moments later, they had a new viewer to the classroom feed, a new sponsor for their show and another $800.00 donated into the fundraiser. -Looks like opening night is here, ladies. - Mr. Gunderson said with a smile. -Let -(TM)s compare lists -- - Jenna handed over their list of definitely nots, their teacher looked at both lists and only marked two things off their list. He leaned over with the classroom list and pointed at one item. -This one is on your no list, but it was on our yes list. You made $400 extra dollars and we agreed no phones. This one happens or some donations disappear. - Jenna looked at Emily, she felt had again. This didn -(TM)t feel like total blackmail, but it felt like a negotiation that had a small hiccup in the other side -(TM)s favor. With a lowered head, Jenna agreed. She would take the brunt of the activity anyway. -Give us a minute to warm up and we -(TM)ll start. - Jenna said, taking Emily -(TM)s shoulder and stepping behind Gunderson -(TM)s desk once more. He went back to the kids. -Alright class, put your phones away and get ready. It -(TM)s almost showtime. - Mr. Gunderson took a seat in the front room, and pulled a red pen from his pocket. He was going to watch everything they did and make sure they hit every request on the list -- even the last one. The grand finale. Jenna told Emily it was going to be okay, to which her friend nodded worriedly. Jenna wondered who was going to tell her it would be okay. She definitely wasn -(TM)t sure it would be, she wasn -(TM)t sure she would be. 28