nachtmuziek wrote: ↑Sun Dec 19, 2021 9:49 pm
I for one enjoy the build up, makes the payoff later that much better. Short stories are nice in their own way, but I love these longer form stories. Reminds me of the Thornwood series, a similarly unrealistic premise (but follows some degree of logic) with realistic characters and writing. One thing I like about both stories is that the plot doesn't climax when the main character gets naked. She's not fully exhibitionist, but not a total wallflower either, which allows for a lot more interesting situations and premises. Great work so far! Can't wait to see what happens next.
Another great comment to wake up to. Thank You!
Part 7 is almost ready for posting this afternoon, so you won't have to wait much longer for what happens next!
Mr. Riley wasn’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’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’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’ upon her lower lips, visible to any who could see them under her skirt. That wasn’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’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’t take a little bullying, Jenna could. She’d done it before. …But being commanded to undo her buttons wasn’t going to work.
“No, Lauren. I don’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’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’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’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’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’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’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’t started class too far yet, only welcomed them and told them to open their books, so it didn’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’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’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’ wasn’t there. Miranda was…across the room where Laure usually sits and Lauren was in Miranda’s seat, right next to Jenna’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’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’s mind as well, but Jenna doubted that was involved in the cheerleader’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’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’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’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’s attention. “Skirt down, slut.” She whispered. “…to your ankles.”
Jenna closed her eyes. Could she do this? She’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’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’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’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’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’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’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’t say no…because saying no would be worse for her.
She looked up and saw the Mr. Gunderson’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’t know what the sound was, so he didn’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’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’t learning anything from him today. They were learning more about their fellow student’s body.
Lauren looked at Jenna, “Open your legs. Wide.”
Jenna’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’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’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’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’t over… but it didn’t matter. Her actions had already done their damage. The number of people aware of Jenna’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...
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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’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’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’t disappear.
Her shirt, she knew for a fact, wasn’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’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’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’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’s skirt in her hands. “I’ll see you outside the door to the classroom,” Lauren said and then kicked Jenna’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’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t she wanted. If she was going to exposer herself…it was supposed to be on her terms, not Lauren’s.
She stood up as the new students started to file into the room, Mr. Gunderson saw Jenna’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’t run, but she had ground she had to cover. If she didn’t make it before the bell, Lauren was certain to go into the class and take Jenna’s skirt with her.
In a way, Jenna didn’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’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’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’s skirt was in one hand, but her other hand held Jenna’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’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’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’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.
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By the time Jenna reached the Ms. Carol’s office for the second time today, she was feeling almost normal. She was feeling…well, not happy, but something different than fear or nervousness.
Yes, Lauren still had her phone and that was bound to be a disaster, but Jenna had Lauren’s phone, and if she could convince Jacob to help her unlock it, the two girls would find themselves on the brink of mutually assured destruction.
Jenna was not alone at the Attendance Office this time, there were two other boys, both of whom had been in Mr. Gunderson’s History class with her. She felt a sudden pit in her stomach. Their giggles and pointing as she walked up were clear indicators that they saw more than they should have and probably liked it.
…they probably liked it…That thought, honestly, that made Jenna feel a little warm. Both of them stepped aside when Jenna got there, letting her
go first. Their gaze never leaving her.
Ms. Carol was shocked to see her again, but was soon delighted. “Missing a button now, Jenna?” She asked rhetorically, “Better be careful before you lose all of them…or more.”
“It’s a little late for that.” Jenna offered, and glanced over at the boys. “Looks like I’m a little late too.”
“Where to?” The clerk asked.
Jenna’s mind wandered for a moment. Not everything Lauren had done to her was bad…not everything was outside of the realm of possibility for things Jenna herself could have done/would have done during the day. When she dressed this way in the morning, she figured there would be flashing…but not nearly full-scale nudity! The flashing, of course, was under her own control in Jenna’s fantasy.
“Jenna, which class were you heading to?” Ms. Carol asked again, with a little more force to bring the student back to reality.
“Strangely enough Mr. Elba’s for Drama 3,” said Jenna.
Mr. Elba was not only the Drama Club advisor/director, he was also her drama teacher and the reason she was in this predicament. His nude fundraiser idea had inspired her to practice by going to school without bra or panties and that’s become the heart of her problems today. She was one of his favorite students, and had this been drama club and not a drama class, he’d have let her slide. While he’s not known as the strictest of teachers throughout the year, he tends to be very strict as far as attendance and tardiness go the first month or two of school. His policy is that it’s better to lighter up than it is to tighten up. Jenna knew that even she wasn’t getting out of a tardy the second week of school.
“Yup. He’ll ding you for that. You’re not his first student of this year.” Ms. Carol started writing the tardy slip for Jenna, “One more tardy today and you’ll end up in automatic detention, Jenna. You better get your act together and be a good girl.”
Jenna could sense the boys staring at her, mostly at her butt covered by the skirt. That made Jenna smile, so she leaned in to Ms. Carol and asked with a cheeky wink, “What if I want to be naughty?”
She held the pose for a minute, reaching down and making sure the skirt was up enough the boys could see her naked ass beneath the tan pleats. Ms. Carol knew what she was doing and didn’t object or protest once. Smiling quietly and glancing over at the boys.
Jenna even spread her legs a little…just enough to reveal what lay beneath. She closed her eyes and counted to 3 just loud enough so Ms. Carol could hear it, then moving her hand she dropped her skirt back and stood up. The boys were still staring as Jenna turned around.
“Sorry boys, free preview is over.” She adjusted her skirt, grabbed her tardy slip and walked off towards her drama class. “Bring some cash on Monday.”
Ms. Carol, shook her head in amused disbelief. Noticing the bulges in the boys’ pants as they tried to act cool about what just happened stepping back up to the attendance desk, “That’s one special girl, boys. You better keep what you just saw a secret…Now, where are you heading?” She started to write things down as the door closed and Jenna disappeared from the window.
***
Mr. Elba hadn’t gotten into any real instruction. His normal way to start off the class had once again ballooned into discussion. This time, the students were asking all manner of questions regarding the fundraiser.
Now, Drama Classes at Kentucky Central were not separated by ages. Students at all 4 grade levels could participate in the same class, much like all of the elective classes. What made drama different from, French is that French classes did differentiate by class level. In Drama, the Drama 1, Drama 2 and Drama 3 kids could all be in the same class. This allowed for the different levels to work together and the more experienced students to take on mentorship and leadership roles. It meant that when the directing portions of Drama 2 came up in the curriculum, the Drama 1 kids were ready to be their actors. Drama 3 was treated similar to Drama 2, but everything was graded more strictly. This year, Jenna was the only Drama 3 kid.
She entered the room and was the center of attention for a moment, but it dissipated quickly.
Mr. Elba quieted everyone down, “Jenna, late?”
She handed him her tardy slip, showing she’d already been to see Ms. Carol.
“Okay then.” He responded sticking it in his grade-book. “As a recap, since you just got here, the technologies and graphic design class is almost finished with the website and payment interface. They asked for pictures of all the participating students.”
“What kind of pictures?” Jenna asked.
“Naked ones, of course.” Answered Jacob, from the drama 2 row.
“Mr. Elba, that wasn’t part of the deal!” She threw angrily at the teacher.
A little more ashamedly than he would have liked. “I know…but, I’ve been assured that it will help bring the more funds in, so I agreed to do it.”
The class erupted…and this time Jenna quieted them down. She was frustrated with everything now. The momentary high of showing off her goods to the two boys at the attendance office was truly momentary. Now she was here with a very important task to complete and she was stuck having to defend the students against this little addition to the mission.
“Look, Mr. E. That’s unfair. That wasn’t in the packet. It wasn’t mentioned at the meeting. You can’t just spring it on us.” Jenna barked it at her teacher, still standing amongst the other students.
“I…I… know, it’s just…this is a new fundraiser. We’re learning as we go. If I had known…it would have been part of it.” The teacher had become very mousy indeed as he tried to defend it.
“Then it’s settled. We aren’t doing it.” She stated and sat down, the rest of the group agreeing with her and thanking her.
“Well, no…no, it’s not settled.” Mr. Elba continued over the small din of the students. “Because… because we can make at least double what we are expected to make if people can see the product.”
“So why can’t we do the pictures with our clothes on?” Chimed Eric, a sophomore Drama 1 student.
“You all know on Monday it’ll be all out there, right? The pictures, the video….it will all be out there in the world.” The teacher tried to reason. “Why bother hiding it?”
“Because, they don’t get a show without a ticket.” Jenna tossed out to acclaim.
“Wrong,” claimed the director, “We do free previews for students of every show.”
“But …it’s not the whole show.” Eric responded. “It’s only part of it.”
“He’s got a point.” Jenna agreed with the sophomore and the other students followed.
Mr. Elba thought for a moment and offered a revision to the plan, “Okay… okay… what if… what if, you were naked, but not everything was visible? Like a teasing photo, so people will get an idea, but not see everything?”
There was a murmuring throughout the room. Several of the students looked to Jenna, but she was in a moment of defeat so her gestures were more of resignation than decision.
Jacob spoke up in the void. “I’m cool with that. Makes sense to me.”
With the voice of a senior weighing in on the plan, the other dominoes toppled and every student agreed. Eric was the final yes.
Jenna never answered one way or the other, but she had no choice. In the end, it was fine. It would be fine. She felt trapped again, but different. It wasn’t Lauren forcing her into things, it was just something unexpected that was going to have to happen. At least, Jenna reasoned, she’d have a little control over what she did.
Having finally settled the matter, Mr. Elba gave direction. “Good, the photography class will be here soon. Please go get ready. Feel free to use the dressing rooms to get yourself more prepared. You may wear one…only one article of clothing.”
The fifteen students in the mixed drama class began to file towards the dressing rooms. Jenna grabbed Jacob’s arm and asked him to wait. They had something important to talk about first.
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Jenna and Jacob sat down while the rest of the students from Mr. Elba’s mixed drama class went into the dressing rooms to get ready for their “preview” pictures.
“Jacob,” Jenna started, “your girlfriend has been basically blackmailing me all day.”
His reaction of shock was not only on his face, but his entire body, “How? Over what?”
“So, okay… that part’s my fault. I decided to practice for Monday by coming to school with no panties or bra on. She’s taken it as her life mission to expose me to the whole school today, against my will.”
“Oh fuck!” Jacob said, “I knew she didn’t like you and when she heard about this fundraiser, she wanted to find some way to stop you from participating.”
Jenna was confused. “I didn’t think we had a problem with each other.”
“She’s jealous. You have turned this theater thing into a good school and some great scholarship opportunities. She’s only middle of the road talent on the cheer squad. No one is recruiting her. Her scholarship opportunities are…less than stellar. She’s jealous. …and she thinks I have a thing for you.”
“Well, she’s got my phone and naked pictures of me and is going to ruin my life.” Jenna laid it all out there.
“Holy shit.” The football star and actor said.
Pulling her tormentor’s phone from her pocket and laying it on the desk between them, “But, I have her phone now and I’d like some payback. But it’s locked.”
Jacob’s eyes went wide.
“Will you help me?”
Jacob looked at Jenna, he was as scared as she was cautiously anxious.
“Look,” he said considering his next words carefully. Then, very deliberately he stated one word at a time “I …Can’t…Give…You… Her… code.”
“Jacob, please? ...you don’t know how humiliated I’ve been all day…” She pleaded.
“Listen, Jenna…” he implored before stating very deliberately again. “I …Can’t…Give… You... Her…Code.”
Jenna was saddened and confused. Jacob reached for her shoulder and looked her right in the eye and said “The number of letters in each word…might be helpful, but remember… I …Can’t… Give… You… Her… Code.”
Things started to click in Jenna’s head. She repeated him “I …Can’t…Give… You... Her…Code,” and then started typing. “1…4…4…3...3...4.”
“You’re not the first person she’s attacked like this, and I feel bad, but…I can’t betray her, you know?” He explained.
As Lauren’s phone unlocked in front of her, Jenna smiled and looked up at Jacob. “I get it. I do.” …and then she was overtaken with a sadness for her friend. Being involved with someone who acts the way Lauren does can’t be that much fun in the long run. “And I’m sorry I asked. I guess she means a lot to you.”
“I don’t know, really. I don’t see us getting married, but I was hoping to keep her as a steady for the rest of the year. I’m kind of tired of playing the field, you know?”
Jenna looked at him and smiled, feeling a little something of the bond they’d cultivated over the years. Happy he was so honest…and so devious. “You better get undressed for your picture. I’ll be there in a few minutes...”
Jacob stood up, patted Jenna on the head and walked towards the dressing rooms, pulling his shirt off as he went. Jenna smiled and turned her gaze to the glow of Lauren’s screen. Where to start?
The obvious answer was a text to Jenna’s own phone. “I’m in bitch” seemed appropriate. It was short enough to appear as a truncated message on the lock screen.
Jenna hit send and then started scanning her other messages.
It didn’t take long until she hit the motherload. Lauren and McGuffin had been texting a lot this morning…starting with a request right off the bus for a pep rally. McGuffin, it seemed, was reluctant, but when Lauren started being demanding…his tune changed. He even slipped at one point and said “Yes, mistress” to Lauren!
There was definitely something going on there between the two and it was starting to seem obvious, McGuffin enjoyed being dominated by female students. That kind of explains his boner when Jenna forced him to wear Sarah’s panties.
Further messages between the two, time stamped from first period, Lauren put forth her plan to humiliate Jenna during the pep rally. The cheerleader wanted him to call her up in front of the entire student body to talk about the fundraiser…and she’d make sure Jenna’s clothes came completely off.
Again, he seemed reluctant, but capitulated. It was…after first period that he really decided it was a go for that. Jenna realized her actions must have really gotten to him.
There were pictures in the next set of texts from History class. Lauren was proving to McGuffin that she could get Jenna naked. He agreed to the plan whole heartedly.
Then he proposed something to her about Jenna. He wanted to make sure she was filthy by the pep rally. Lauren was supposed to find a way to toss Jenna in the trash dumpster after lunch, during gym most likely, and put her in a position where she was unable to clean up?!?!!
Jenna made a quick mental note to stay away from trash cans and dumpsters.
The string of texts was illuminating…and it led Jenna to a new angle. She was going to make Lauren the humiliated one at the pep rally.
She began typing to Mr. McGuffin as Lauren, “MG, if you get any texts from Jenna claiming to be me, it’s not.” Get that out there. If Lauren hadn’t prepared him the opposite way, then this was the best option to get his trust and keep it.
His response came back quickly, “what happened? How did she find out?”
“Long story. I’ll tell you later.” Was Jenna’s response as Lauren.
“Also, trash thing is out. Working on different plan.” …bit of a lie, because Jenna had no idea what else to say, but definitely didn’t want to end up in the dumpster.
“ok” replied the school’s principle.
Then “rained last night, might be a good mud pool in the back by the construction site.”
Jenna had to laugh. Did Sarah’s panties make him that mad? He never mentioned that incident to Lauren.
“Good plan.” Was the next response to McGuffin.
“Hey, should cheerleaders be without panties and bras for pep rally?” Jenna asked.
She knew it would take a moment to respond. She wasn’t sure if would be helpful or not. The Cheer uniforms were less sexy than Jenna’s own outfit. Making them skip panties and bras would be mostly useless…but…
“Correction,” she typed, “just panties and bras.”
Jenna smiled, if that worked and the cheer squad found out it came from Lauren, she’d be in deep water for the rest of the year.
Jacob walked into the room, he was absolutely naked and holding his football helmet. He was tall and broad-shouldered, like a good football player. Well defined muscles, but not like a movie star. His blonde hair was a little longer than it should be, but still in a masculine cut outlining his strong jaw line and penetrating blue eyes. Jenna let her eyes dip down over his abs to penis, surprised by his obviously manicured pubic hair. What was even more surprising was the length of his dick. It wasn’t anything to sneeze at, but certainly wasn’t as long as rumor had led her to believe…and she’d touched it before, just not really seen it. It was a very good thickness, or so she thought from this distance. It was enough to make her tingle.
“Hey Jenna,” the naked football star said, “the photography class is here. You want to get ready?”
“Sure” she responded as the next message came in. She read it as she unbuttoned her shirt.
“Sounds like a great idea.” Mr. McGuffin’s text read. “I’ll clear it with Coach.”
Jenna stood up, dropping her shirt off her shoulders and setting it on the desk. She stood there topless letting her breasts be visible to him. She was a little nervous, but less nervous than she anticipated. After all, she’d been topless with him before…it was just in the dark. He smiled, liking what he saw. Her somewhat tanned 36c breasts were very much what any boy should like, rising and falling as she breathed. He could even see her little freckles, which he adored but would never admit to. Her stomach was tight and flat from all her dancing and he noticed the soft muscles her athleticism had earned her. Jenna was beautiful, but he'd known that for years. She was just not as open as the type of girls he usually liked to be with, but she was the kind of girl he'd hope to settle down with someday...after college.
She picked up Lauren’s phone and motioned to Jacob. “Picture for the girlfriend?” Jenna made sure she stood in a way that showed off her breasts to blind him a little from what she had planned next.
He thought about it briefly and shrugged, “Why not. It won’t be the first nude of me she’s seen.” They both laughed as he posed.
Jenna snapped a picture and walked over to him to let him see the picture.
“Not bad, right?” She asked as he looked, the two standing very close together.
“Not bad? ...The picture or the subject?” He jokingly asked.
“Either.” She said with smirk, still holding the phone. “I think the clasp on my skirt is stuck, a little help?”
The request seemed earnest, so Jacob reached over with his hands and helped her undo her skirt. It was a little awkward since he was still holding the helmet…but the skirt came off and she stepped out of it.
Jenna picked up the skirt and walked it back to the desk. I’ll be right over.
Jacob walked out of the room and onto the stage, while Jenna kicked her shoes off and sent the last two pictures she took to Lauren. One was the naked Jacob and the other was obviously Jacob’s hands taking obviously Jenna’s skirt off. …Taken without his knowledge of course.
Lauren was going to be pissed. She was going to pissed at Jenna, of course, but she was also going to pissed at Jacob. …and that may be unfortunate, Jenna thought, but when you align yourself with the enemy your new name might as well be collateral damage.
Jenna silenced the phone and hid it in the drama room before walking out on the stage to join the other mostly naked drama kids in just her freckles and mismatched socks.
…and to be honest, she for the first time since being in her room last night, she felt pretty good about the way she was dressed.
Jenna walked onto the stage in just her mismatched socks. Far from feeling confident in this moment, she at least felt a little bit of relief. She was in possession of her rival’s phone. She had an incriminating photo and a plan. She felt good in that moment, and because it was a release and a change from how she had felt under her rival’s demands her own nudity was less of a concern.
…besides, she wasn’t the only one naked right now. She was surrounded by other Drama Club kids in similar states of undress. She counted 15 drama students and 15 articles of clothing. Maybe 14, she wasn’t so sure the football helmet that Jacob was planning on using to cover his penis should count as clothes.
There was a good mix of boys and girls in the class. Mostly Drama 1 students. Jenna figured a few more sophomores than freshmen, but probably an even mix on the Drama 1 side…or as even as you can get with 9 students.
From the Drama 2 group, there was Jacob, Ashley and Claire representing the seniors. Josh, Steven and Mandy were the Juniors.
Jenna was the sole Drama 3 student this year.
Mr. Elba greeted her as she walked in, explaining that the photography class was almost finished setting up. Each of the students had been given the instructions to find something that thought was cute or fun to cover their naughty bits with.
Jenna had to laugh. Mr. Elba legitimately said “naughty bits,” as if he wasn’t the architect of this humiliation. No doubt he was going to get his jollies off seeing all his students in the nude. He’d been divorced for three years, one had to wonder what kind of a dating life a middle-aged school teacher could have really had during Covid times. He never seemed to talk about dates or mention girlfriends. He wasn’t known as the creepiest teacher in the school, but he was known to look longingly at some of his students. Those looks were mostly at girls, but the rumor mill said not always.
It wasn’t hard to see the bulge in Mr. Elba’s pants.
She looked out at her fellow students, wondering who could be the one creating Mr. Elba’s obvious arousal. If he was in fact into guys, Jacob might be his type. While they were waiting for photos, he wasn’t covering his dangly dick with his helmet. Jenna almost had to admire Jacob’s willpower, for being naked around so many other naked students, particularly younger girls, he didn’t have an erection.
Several of the other boys did, Eric among them. Each boy seemed to be tending to it a different way. Eric tried to hide it, while Steven just let it stand there happy to draw attention to it. Taking the tactic of closing his eyes and wishing it down was Josh.
One of the two freshman boys she could see, a kid she thought was named Marcus seemed bemused by it. His reaction was halfway between Eric and Steven, not hiding it constantly, but not drawing attention to it… he was African American and not at all ashamed with what he had.
Jenna was actually kind of okay with all the penises she could see. She was single, but not really in the market. She’d had a few boyfriends, but just enough to be average and not considered a slut. She’d been with enough boys that no one accused her of being a virgin. It was actually just this past summer she lost her cherry to a boy named Max she had been dating. He was kind of her summer fling, as it were. She hadn’t seen many penises in real life before Max used his on her…so she didn’t have a lot to compare it too then. Now she was within touching distance of at least six and getting a real education in what real penises look like.
She glanced over at Garrett, the last boy she could easily see. He was the quiet type so far, a freshman like Marcus. She was surprised to see he was actually touching himself and giving his cock little strokes. That’s the behavior she kind of imagined she see from some of the boys. He saw her looking and was embarrassed for a second, but she smiled at him to let him know it was okay. She looked away to give him some privacy, while letting her hand drift down and touch her sex…she was feeling a wetness down there that she didn’t anticipate.
The girls were in a similar state. Different levels of comfort and undress. Some had chosen to keep their panties as their one article. Most with arms crossed over their breasts. Ariana, a sophomore had chosen to wear a ballcap and that’s it. A cute girl with a radiant smile and perky but smaller breasts, the outfit suited her.
Jackie was the one African American girl in the class. And Jenna appreciated the strength this sophomore Drama 1 student was showing. She was a cross country runner, as well as being in the theater program, so she was the tallest of the Drama 1 girls…maybe even the Drama 2 girls. Her legs were toned and shaped in a way that different than Jenna’s dancer’s legs, but gorgeous to look at all the same. She had opted to keep her sports bra over her c-cup breasts, and Jenna noted that her visible public hair was dark like the teasers and tormenter curtains backstage. Jackie was comfortable, but visible anxious.
That could be said of almost all the girls, Jenna included and especially, Cassie the only freshman girl Drama 1 student. She was a tiny thing, and her nervous smile brought Jenna’s thoughts to Sarah from McGuffin’s office earlier in the day. Cassie seemed okay, but very skittish. She chose to keep her socks, as Jenna had, but they were matched and pink crew length.
Looking at the young girl’s pale skin and naked body, Jenna realized that keeping her socks was dumb. What were they going to cover in the pictures? Had Cassie figured that out yet? Was that what had her nervous?
The thoughts were hastened away by clapping. Rayna, a senior from the photography class, clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention.
“First off, WOW!” She started as the students all gravitated towards her. “You guys are really brave and very beautiful. …and by ‘guys’ I mean guys and girls.”
There was a slight chuckle throughout the group, which made Rayna smile.
“Thanks.” Mandy, the junior Drama 2 student called out.
“Great. So…here’s the deal. We want to move through this pretty quickly. Mr. Elba is going to go turn on the stage lights and we’ll switch on ours too. You just step into the backdrop area and strike your pose. We’ll do three poses for each. You can cover or uncover whatever you want. I brought 3 other photography students with me. They will all be taking photos simultaneously, to make sure we get a good shot in such a short period of time. We’re going to be set-up through lunch and next period. The other kids from the Drama Club will be asked to come down for their photos. And…then they’ll be up on the fundraiser website at the end of the day.” Rayna paused for the first time. “Okay, who wants to be first?”
No one was surprised when it was Jacob.
He stepped into the backdrop area as the full stage lights came on. Every glistening sweat drop on his body was visible. All the wrinkles and scars were visible too.
His first pose was his most modest, he absolutely used his helmet to cover his dick, but his second pose left nothing to the imagination, he set the helmet down and crouched, legs open right behind it. He winked at Rayna as she and the other three photographers snapped their photos.
“Last pose,” She called.
Jacob stood and put the helmet on. He struck a pose like a quarterback getting ready to throw the ball.
Mandy shouted out from the photo’s sidelines “You’re a running back Jacob, not the quarterback.”
“Acting!” Jacob’s voice muffled in the helmet called back. “Acting.”
There was general laughter among the photographers and the other students alike. The atmosphere was a little softer now. It wasn’t everyone just milling about naked and not knowing what to do with themselves or their bodies. The group had a purpose. The students were considering their poses more fervently now.
Mandy took the second slot as Mr. Elba left the room to get the office to make the announcement about the photos to the other Drama Club Students.
Jacob stood off to the side as Mandy dropped her panties to the floor, covered her tits with one arm, and her pussy with the other hand. Her face took on a shocked expression as the cameras clicked and whirred.
She picked up her panties for the second pose and turned her back to the camera, tossing them in the air so they fell down in front of her back. “I hope you get those panties falling, I think that would be a cool shot,” she stated with her back still turned.
“Do it again,” Rayna instructed Mandy. “To make sure we did…but give us a smile over your shoulder as you do it. We’d love to see that.”
Jenna made a mental note that the cameras never stopped shooting as Mandy turned around, bent down picked up the panties and turned again, executing the same maneuver with the extra as requested.
“Let’s do it one more time, okay?” Rayna asked…and Mandy did it all over again.
She turned to face the photographers with her long blonde hair bouncing around her ample breasts. Jenna figured Mandy to be at least a 36D. She was still tanned in many places, but pale as a ghost in her bathing suit area. Mandy definitely looked like she waxed, so her pussy was on full display when she crouched down to pick up her panties. Turning her back to the cameras once more, her bubble butt was smooth and prominent on her 5ft body. Small and curvy were good words to describe Mandy, Jenna thought. The panties went up into the air and Mandy’s face turned towards the camera, with a huge smile pulling from ear to ear. She was enjoying it. Perhaps not as much as Jacob, but she was.
Jenna wasn’t shocked, but there was a part of her that felt off about all of this. The concept she had lobbied for was not nudes, but teasing shots. While Mandy’s were far more teasing than Jacob’s were, Jenna was positive beyond a doubt that the photos posted would be full nudes.
This was confirmed dramatically when Steven came running to take the third session. During Mandy’s shoot, he’d gone back to the dressing rooms and got rid of his hat. He had zero clothes as he stepped into the backdrop area.
“Can my first pose be a profile?” Steven asked, wanting to show off his length.
“Sure,” answered Rayna. The cameras were already shooting.
Steven’s second pose? He turned front towards the camera and grabbed his dick with both hands pretending it was a fire hose.
Jenna looked at Rayna, hoping she’d put a stop to it, but she didn’t. These shots…well, Jenna was nervous about nudes, but this was becoming full on pornography.
Steven’s final pose was turning away from the camera and bending down.
Rayna shouted to him almost joyfully, “Spread your legs a little.” Which he did.
After a few shots, Rayna waved him off and told the first three that they could go get dressed.
Claire, one of the Senior Drama 2 students stepped up for her photos. She held her bookbag in front of her. She was a petite girl with a-cup breasts. Not anorexic, but on the skinnier side. She didn’t shave, but she did trim. The bush she had was dark brown and full, unlike her short hair which was a much lighter brown. She actually seemed nervous and the way she was holding her bookbag helped to cover most of her. Jenna was glad to see a little modesty again.
The second pose Clair went for was with her bag at her feet, she was crouching. One arm covered her tits, while the bag itself covered her more opened crotch area. The boy photographers continued shooting, but moved a bit to see more. Trying to get shots that showed more than Claire may have wanted too.
Jenna spoke up at this, “Hey, guys, shoot what she gives you…okay?”
Rayna didn’t back Jenna up. Choosing to just move things forward. “Final pose, Claire. Can you give us one from behind?”
Claire stood, tentatively, turning her back to the photographers and bringing her bookbag up to her shoulders. Her naked but was clearly visible under the bag.
“Can you give us a look back over your shoulder?” Rayna asked.
Claire complied, with much less of a smile than Mandy did.
“Spread your legs a little more,” the photography student asked.
Jenna said “No.” Which silenced the cameras for the first time. She stepped out onto the backdrop area and encouraged Claire to go get dressed, they’d gotten enough.
Claire’s look was one of gratitude for Jenna stepping up to help.
“Okay, Jenna. You’re next then.” Rayna said. The cameras already starting as soon as Claire cleared the posing area.
Jenna was caught. They were already taking pictures as she quickly tried to cover up. One arm over her breasts, one hand down below.
She turned around to protect her body, giving only her ass to the photographers.
Rayna asked for Jenna to turn her face, but the model just shook her head no.
“Final pose then,” called the student behind the camera, as Jenna slipped down to the floor, trying to turn and ball herself up in a way that didn’t reveal anything. She was hoping a coy picture that showed off her legs, revealed she was naked but not showing any of that nudity.
“Can you open your legs a little?” Asked Deshawn, one of the other photography students.
Jenna only shook her head no.
As she sat there, in the blinding lights, in the nude with cameras whirring. She sensed the difference between being naked and being viewed naked; between the act of doing something in the moment and the knowledge that it was being captured forever.
When she walked onto the stage and joined the others on the stage, she had agency about her…but here, now, in the eyes of the cameras and the photographers…she wasn’t her anymore. She wasn’t able to make her own decisions. She had to give something similar to what others gave…she had to take direction from other people.
Yes. This was like acting. That was familiar to her. It made sense. But… but this was different. She was ready to be nude. She had practiced at home. She took comfort that she wasn’t alone. …but this exercise was not of her choosing. She wasn’t able to control what they saw, what they shot, what they filmed… she was only a model. This isn’t what she agreed too.
…and she knew she wasn’t alone in this feeling.
The school’s intercom came on, and Principal McGuffin’s voice started speaking. “Good afternoon, Kentucky Fighting Chickens. Please pardon the interruption teachers and staff.” He paused. “Students participating in the fundraiser need to head to the drama room during lunch or next period in order to have some pre-event photos taken. Mr. Elba will explain when you get there.”
The Intercom cut off, and Rayna was speaking now. “Okay, Jenna. We’re done. Go get dressed now.”
Jenna absently stood up, almost fully facing the cameras again in just her mismatched socks. Deshawn and the other photographers were still snapping shots…as she stepped off the backdrop area. Cassie, a new freshman Drama 1 student, was being pushed into the modeling zone against her will. Jenna could only watch.
She should have been stronger. She should have protected these kids better… but there was nothing she could do now. This period was almost over and 40 or more other kids were going to come down and get blindsided. She couldn’t help them all the way she’d protected Claire. She was helpless to prevent them feeling the way she did now.
Jenna looked at the other students waiting. The boys like Eric and the girls like Ariana. Nervous. Naked in front of their peers for the first time and about to be exposed in a way they hadn’t expected when they woke up this morning. Her heart broke…
She walked right across the backdrop area, forcing a halt to Cassie's shoot, to get to the kids…and touched the shoulders of all the ones she could as she made her way back to the drama room to get dressed. All could she say to them was “Sorry.” Over and over again with tears welling up in her eyes.
As she pulled on her skirt and shirt, she vowed her revenge on Mr. Elba. Not for the fundraiser…but these damn pictures. She didn’t know how or when she’d get her revenge on him, but she would. She just couldn’t think of that right now. Right now, as she pulled out Lauren’s phone from the hiding spot she made for it, she had other people to get revenge on.
Jenna sat in the Drama room for a moment, the bell hadn’t rung yet. Helpless to stop the photo shoots happening on the stage, she was going to have to turn her purpose to revenge regarding that. She had a little other revenge to work on first.
Lauren had not yet responded to her messages. That was fine, Jenna knew Mr. Morris was a bit of a stickler regarding phones. He was one of the few teachers who had been able to have an effect on the students, even when they got their parents involved. Even Mr. Riley hadn’t been able to get to that level of success before he just gave up and let phone usage happen in the room.
Lauren was most likely trapped for a few more minutes, so it was time to see what other messages she had.
McGuffin, the principal had responded. His text read “Done.” …which taken with the next message, a group message from Mrs. Baxter, the cheerleading coach, regarding the uniform for the pep rally, made perfect sense.
“Girls, Late notice, But McGuffin thinks it’s a good idea if we do the pep rally in bras and panties, socks and shoes. I disagreed, but he said we needed to rise to the Drama Club’s level of commitment,” Was Baxter’s first response.
Some of the girls chimed in. None of them seemed happy about.
“Not ready for that, coach. I didn’t prep.” Messaged Kate, one of the cheer captains.
“Bet this came from the mind of Principal McSkeevy.” Was Julia’s response, a junior and most likely next year’s cheer captain. These names were all in Lauren’s phone, so Jenna could put face to words.
Another text message from Kate, just to Lauren… “We still getting Jenkins?”
That made Jenna nervous, but she couldn’t say no. Lauren and Kate would talk before the pep rally. So, at least to a certain level, she had to make it sound like the plan was still on.
“Yeah. Got any ideas on getting her in the dumpster after lunch?” Jenna texted back for Lauren.
The bell rang as the response came in. “I know some boys in her gym class.”
“Good” was the fake Lauren’s response.
Jenna put the phone away and waited in the drama room. Carly would come here first, and Jenna would catch her. They would go eat lunch…and then Jenna would let Carly come back here to be debased…at least then she would be forewarned.
While waiting for Carly, Jenna saw someone unexpected…though she shouldn’t have been that unexpected. Sarah was part of the Drama Club and Jenna already knew she was going to participate. It should not have been a surprise to see her pop into the drama room.
She waved Sarah down and when the Freshman got close, “what lunch are you, Sarah?” she asked.
“A lunch, like you.” The little blonde responded.
“Oh, you’ve been watching me?” Jenna laughed.
“Only a little. One of my friends knew you were in theater. I just hadn’t gotten up the courage to talk to ask to sit with you yet.”
Jenna was actually a little touched by that. It’s part of being a senior that she hadn’t really thought about, being a leader and role model. It’s something that was becoming more and more clear to her today…and knowing that the younger classes wanted to know her, it made her feel warm.
“You can sit with me today, Sarah…but we’re not eating in the cafeteria.” Jenna told her.
Carly walked in at that moment and seeing Jenna moved straight towards her.
“Hey Jenna, What’s all this about?” The other senior asked.
“I’ll tell you both about it over lunch, and then you can come back here. C’mon.” Jenna grabbed their arms and ushered them out the door before Mr. Elba saw them.
***
Getting their lunch from the cafeteria was mostly painless. A few catcalls from some of the boys. Several people shouting “take it off” to both Jenna and Sarah. One table began chanting that, but was quashed by a lunch room monitor.
The trio snuck out of the cafeteria as soon as they could and made for Mrs. Apgar’s room.
Mrs. Apgar had bee Jenna and Carly’s homeroom teacher for all 4 of their years at Kentucky Central. She’d always been a safe haven if they needed it for lunch …and she didn’t have a competing class. They tried not to overdo it with her hospitality, but today felt like the perfect time for the first in class lunch.
The teacher waved them in. The appearance of the Freshman made her curious for a second, but Mrs. Apgar trusted Jenna enough to trust the friends she brought in. She got up and closed the door once the girls had entered, so no one else came in. She even closed the blind over the door, so no one could look in.
“Naked lunch?” Mrs. Apgar asked with a laugh.
“No…not really.” Jenna said… “But, also kind of…”
All three listeners were confused. The girls settled in at one of the tables in the back and Mrs. Apgar stood nearby.
“Mr. Elba is having pictures taken of all the Drama Club kids who are going to participate in the fundraiser. …for the website. …naked pictures.” Jenna laid out the scenario. “I was opposed to it, but he over-ruled it. We made it so they were supposed to be teasing pictures, with no actual nudity, but the photography class isn’t having it. They are taking so many pictures. I don’t even know how many… and they, the models…the kids, in the club…they have no idea that they’re showing everything. …or they do and the images are dirty and, a little pornographic!”
The other two girls stopped eating, and turned staring at Jenna. Mrs. Apgar made an audible gasp.
“That rotten…” Mrs. Apgar started, but Jenna stopped her.
“The thing is, you will have to do it…and I just wanted to prepare you for it.” Jenna’s head sank. “I saw it happening to other kids in the drama class last period. They weren’t comfortable and the photographers were being so awful…but I couldn’t stop them. I was humiliated. I tried not to show everything…but I lost. I know they have images of all of me… and I didn’t give them permission for that.”
Carly reached her hand out and took Jenna’s hand. Mrs. Apgar came to her shoulder and grasped them tenderly.
“I’m so sorry for all of you. Truly.” Their teacher said. “Even you, blondie.”
With that she reached over and tussled Sarah’s hair, making a round of awkward giggles.
Jenna continued. “I at least got him to agree to one article of clothing or something. But that didn’t help much. I chose my socks which was stupid.”
Carly laughed, “but on point for you, babe.”
“One article of clothing?” Mrs. Apgar cautiously ventured.
“Yeah,” said Jenna. “I’m not sure why I thought it would help… but I thought it would. It didn’t really.”
Mrs. Apgar moved away from the table towards a closet in the back of her science room, “That’s because you didn’t have access to the right one article of clothing.”
She opened the closet and pulled out some white lab coats. All three girls looked on in pleasantly bemused surprise.
“That’s a…well, it’s a plan.” Jenna said as her teacher approached the table with the lab coats.
Carly spoke up, after taking another bite of her lunch. “I… I don’t really need it.”
“That’s right,” responded her contemporary. “You were saying after homeroom in the hallway about… being topless a lot.”
Sarah looked on a little confused, taking a sip from her milk.
“Do you…are you still willing to talk about it, Carly?” continued Jenna.
Carly nodded an affirmative, and Mrs. Apgar pulled a chair up at the table.
“It’s not a bad story, okay?... but it’s weird. I guess.”
Jenna reached out and put her hand on Carly’s to comfort her. “It’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll listen. No judgement.”
Carly took a breath and continued. “My brother wanted to go to a nudist beach for his 21st birthday. …and mom decided, since it would be a big trip that we’d all go together. I was 16 then, so it was a little weird, I guess… but the three of us packed for a weekend and we went to a place in South Carolina. I was nervous at first…but I did it. I spent the whole day at the beach without any clothes at all. By the time we went back to the hotel, it just felt…normal. Not just for me, but for all of us. Mom and Brian too. We stayed an extra day and went to the beach again…and when we finally came back home…mom pulled over about a half hour in the trip, and we all got naked… We rode home from South Carolina in the car completely naked, all three of us. …and then we started doing it at the house, most of the time. Brian went back to college, but mom and me, we still do it. We…like don’t do it when there’s company coming or stuff. And when I’m on my period, I don’t do it then either. But… I guess, at home I’m naked. A lot.”
The group had listened intently to every word and their eyes met Carly’s with what passed for love and support between a friend, an acquaintance and a beloved teacher. No one judge her words or her actions. Carly could feel that and it brought her a sense of relief.
Jenna spoke first. “So, this morning…you said…”
“I said… I said stuff because I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I’m sorry.” Carly’s apologetic tone and demeanor as she said those words made Jenna come to terms with the fact that it didn’t matter.
Jenna squeezed Carly’s hand. “We are golden.”
Looking up at her friend, Carly took another breath. “So, basically. I got no problem with dropping my clothes.”
The group laughed at her sudden ease.
Jenna pointed at Sarah. “She doesn’t either.”
The teacher and Carly looked over at Sarah, who’s posture had become a little defensive.
“I do.” Sarah said. “Kind of…. I guess.”
“It’s true. She does have a problem…kind of.” Jenna half-heartedly agreed. “We talked about it this morning in McGuffin’s office. She’s very nervous about it she wasn’t sure she’s going to do the fundraiser. Has that changed Sarah?”
Sarah nodded. “I am brave. I guess. Like you said, Jenna. I can do this…but, yeah, I’m nervous.”
“So, a lab coat for your definitely.” Mrs. Apgar said, offering a coat to the freshman.
“I’ll take one too,” chimed Carly, reaching her hand out for a lab coat. She looked at Sarah with a strong supportive smile. “Solidarity.”
“Okay then.” Replied the teacher handing over the second one. “The only thing I ask is that, you change into them here.”
Eyes widened at this turn of events. Jenna coughed on her last French fry.
“Call it a rental fee,” Mrs. Apgar offered, but this didn’t win them over. “It’s my ticket to today’s show.”
Jenna shrugged, leaving it up to the other two girls.
“What do you say, Sarah?” The senior asked the girl she’d known for only 15-20 minutes.
“I will if you will,” Sarah responded, to which Carly gave a nod-the universal gesture for “okay, let’s get naked.”
The two girls stood up from the table and started to undress.
Mrs. Apgar’s eyes were drawn to Carly, a student she’d known for several years. Long brunette hair with half dollar eyes and a dimpled smile that could make any one melt. Carly removed her long sleeve t-shirt first revealing what seemed to be nice round C-cup breasts with pink areolas and infinitely suck-able nipples. The crocs on her feet came off easy and the socks followed. As Carly bent down to remove them, her breasts swung gently mesmerizing the science teacher. The student stood up once more hitching her thumb inside the waist of her panties and leggings and slid them both down, her upper body staying straight on in the site of her observer as her lower half did a bend a swish. Standing up finally revealed a sweetly trimmed patch of pubic hair and a body with no tan lines. The final move for the senior girl was to step out of the pile of clothes and stand fully nude before her elder.
Jenna watched her classmate with as much attention as she could, but her eyes were drawn to tiny pixie cut blonde who had become her friend. Unlike Carly who was going top to bottom, Sarah had chosen the opposite direction. Her shoes came off first and then she used her feet to awkwardly pull off her white socks. Jenna remembered the pale skin from the principal’s office and as Sarah pulled down her own leggings revealing her pantie-less coin-slot pussy again, she could not be happier. Seeing it twice in one day would be a joy to any who had that pleasure. Finally, Sarah’s top was removed revealing her tiny a-cup breasts for which she did not wear a bra.
The two girls had shed each and every piece of clothing they had worn on their young bodies under the watchful of eye of their friend and their teacher. …and then they reached for their borrowed lab coats.
They put their clothes in their bags.
“Well, we’re off to the drama room.” Carly said putting her hand on Sarah’s shoulder. “I’ll keep an eye out for this one.”
“You better!” Exclaimed Jenna. “She’s important to me.”
“Will you take care of our trays?” Sarah asked.
“Absolutely.” Nodded Jenna.
The two girls headed for the classroom door, in just their white lab coats. Their bare feet slapping on the floor. The coats themselves covered a lot,
but were still a little open around the waist… not perfect fits in either case, but they would serve their purpose and keep the girls mostly covered for their photo-shoots.
Jenna turned to Mrs. Apgar when the two were gone, and asked “So, what’s up with you? ...promising to donate, wanting to see them strip?”
The teacher laughed. “Can you keep a secret?”
“Up to a point…” was the student’s practical response.
“I can accept that.” Mrs. Apgar stated. “You see, I’m…not entirely straight. My husband doesn’t know.”
The lightbulb really came on for Jenna here. She had suspected…since maybe last year, but she didn’t really dabble in the rumor mill about teachers. “Ah. Okay.”
“And, I don’t…like have a thing for students. Really… but put me in a position where I can see them naked with little or no consequence, I’m going to take that opportunity to see them naked.” Jenna’s teacher explained. “And, I don’t know who wouldn’t really take that opportunity.”
Jenna thought about it and then began collecting up the lunch trash. “I can accept that.” Her words echoing those of her teacher.
The two smiled at each other for a moment, and then Jenna completed her tasks just in time for the bell.
As the bell rang, so too did Lauren’s phone.
Jenna was quick to check the message.
“Meet me in the cafeteria and we’ll exchange phones.”
Jenna felt this had to be a trap. She hadn’t heard from Lauren in 2 periods almost. That was plenty of time to come up with a plan. Plus, going to the cafeteria would certainly make her late for Gym, while Lauren couldn’t be late for lunch.
“No,” Jenna typed her response. “Meet me at the gym.”
The response Jenna got from that message was heart breaking. It was a screen shot from Jenna’s phone with a message from her mom saying “Jenna, what’s this about?” Jenna could see at the top of the screen shot that her mother’s reply was in reference to a picture that was sent…but she couldn’t tell what the picture was. She could only assume.
“No, slut. Cafeteria.” Lauren sent from Jenna’s phone.
“Fine” Jenna replied from Lauren’s phone. Then she grabbed her bag and headed for the door to Mrs. Apgar’s classroom.
Mrs. Apgar was a good teacher. She understood her students. She wasn’t old, but she wasn’t young. She’d been a teacher for a while. She knew her students.
“Jenna,” The teacher began. “I’d be a complete idiot if I didn’t know something was going on today. From the looks of it, something bad. You don’t look happy, but I don’t know the details… What I do know is that is not your phone. …So, let me offer you this advice. Whatever you’ve done on that phone…erase it.”
Jenna looked a little shocked, but understood.
“And… if you want to create some kind of damage or retribution. Try to get the sim card out before you return it. It’ll cause other problems, but whoever’s phone it is most likely isn’t going to check the moment you give it back… so you’ll have time to get away.”
Jenna’s eyes widened at the thought.
“And…I don’t know. Maybe change the pass code too.”
Jenna nodded. “Those are all good ideas.”
Students for Mrs. Apgar’s next class started to funnel in.
“Go.” The teacher implored.
“Thank You.” Jenna said and then she left the classroom with new ideas, but very little time.
A ‘stop at the bathroom’ before getting to the cafeteria wouldn’t make Lauren happy, but it was excusable and ordinary enough not to raise too many red flags. Jenna was already prepared for the fact that she was going to get her third late slip. What would another three minutes mean to the Attendance office? The detention doesn’t get worse the later she was. So, if she’s going to be late and get detention anyway, make it mean something, she thought to herself.
Jenna moved purposefully down the hallway, towards the bathroom while typing one last message on Lauren’s phone.
Erasing all of Lauren’s text messages wasn’t that difficult. Particularly given that Jenna was more than certain the same was going to be done to her phone. Removing the sim card was a little harder, but she was able to do it. Jenna thought about throwing it into the toilet and flushing it, but decided against it. She put it deep in her bag and then changed the passcode.
She took a que from Jacob, a little pneumonic device to remember. “You Are So Screwed Lauren Slut” was a great way to remember 332764. It shouldn’t have been so easy to come up with that so quickly, but Jenna’s evil side was on high alert.
She emerged from the bathroom and headed for the cafeteria. She was already late for class, but it was gym. She didn’t want to be there today anyway, since that might mean a trip into the dumpster. Jenna had already come to terms with the fact that at the very least she would be late for gym, which meant her third tardy slip of the day…which meant detention. She was okay with all of that. …she was okay with all of that because she needed her phone back.
Finding Lauren in the cafeteria was easy, since the redheaded cheerleader was waiting for Jenna.
Jenna spoke first, holding out Lauren’s phone, and thinking she had the upper hand. “Are we going to do this like civilized people?”
Lauren laughed. “No slut. I’m going to do this like the controlling bitch I am.”
Jenna was taken aback. Why? Every time she thought she had the upper hand Lauren always proved her wrong. Why did she think this would be different? “What do I need to do?”
With a wicked smile Lauren instructed, “Drop your skirt and hold it in your hand until you have your phone back.”
“No.” Jenna blurted. She didn’t even need to think about it.
“Okay,” Lauren replied, “I’ll just send this then…” and held out Jenna’s phone for her to see.
Jenna looked at the screen. It was a message prepped to send to her dad…it was the picture of Jacob’s hands taking down her skirt.
“No. NO!” Jenna shouted, a little too loud for her tastes since the last thing she wanted was attention. “I’ll do it.”
In a smooth gesture, Jenna pushed her skirt down, stepped out of it and picked it up. Her shirt didn’t cover it all, but enough that most people glancing may not know.
“Good slut.” Lauren said as she actually moved to present Jenna’s phone back to its’ owner.
Jenna did the same, wanting this over quickly.
As Lauren took her phone from Jenna, and Jenna got her hands around her own phone for the first time in over 2 hours, Lauren hollered “whoops” and let her thumb hit the send button on Jenna’s phone.
Jenna yanked it quickly from her. Sending Lauren flailing sideways.
Taking a few steps back from Lauren, Jenna tried desperately to unsend the message. She thought she did it, but wasn’t quite positive. Only time would tell.
She turned quickly and walked towards the door of the cafeteria, her skirt still in her hand. Jenna looked back to see if Lauren was following her…and then she looked around to see who was looking or if any others were coming near.
It hadn’t dawned on her at first, but while she had planned for the dumpster event to happen in the gym…Lauren’s plans might be different. She scanned the room for threats as she crouched down to get her skirt on in an outcropping of brick near the airwall.
With her bottom half covered, or as much as it would be covered during this particular school day, Jenna left the cafeteria and started checking her phone. At least she knew her sim card was still intact, since Lauren had just sent a message.
Sadly, Jenna discovered she was right. All her text messages had been deleted. She wouldn’t know the damage done for a while. She started checking her social media accounts to see if anything had been posted that shouldn’t have. She checked her email, nothing new had been sent. She checked her pictures and nothing had been deleted there…and Lauren had saved both the image of Jacob naked in the drama room, and the one where he helped Jenna with her skirt. At least Jenna still had access to those.
She wasn’t ready to breathe a sigh of relief, because without the messages there were too many unknowns… but for now, Jenna was clothed as she had intended, except for one button; she had her own phone again; and she was about to be in the one of the few places in the school she felt comfortable in today, the attendance office.
The whole walk there, Jenna continued to look over her shoulder waiting for Lauren to come strike after finding her phone had been ‘bricked.’… but she made it without a screaming redhead storming down the hallway out for blood.
Or, maybe Jenna was looking in the wrong place. Lauren may have assumed Jenna would go to gym first and not the attendance office. Perhaps Coach Weir would have let her slip on being late, but Jenna felt safer not being there. …especially now if Lauren might be there too.
As she walked into the warmth, comfort and safety of the Attendance Office, she was surprised to see Ms. Carol was not there. Mr. McGuffin was behind her desk.
“Oh, you’re not who I thought was going to be there…” Jenna said without much thought.
“Ms. Carol is on lunch and no one else was available…so you get me, Captain Panties.” He finished with a laugh. “What can I do for you Ms. Jenkins?”
“It’s nice to see you’re not holding a grudge.” Jenna nervously responded.
“Who says I’m not? I’ve just got a good humor while I plot my revenge.” A smirk appeared as her principal said that.
Knowing that he was already plotting his revenge, with Lauren…and the revenge was schedule for the pep rally this afternoon…Jenna decided to just move forward and let all of that slide. “I’m late for gym class with Coach Weir.”
McGuffin scanned the books… “Oh dear, Ms. Jenkins. This is your third tardy today. Looks like you’ve won yourself a spot of detention.”
“I guess I have. Just having a bad day, I guess.” Jenna knew trying to play it coy in any form was probably a bad idea. He was not likely to be lenient.
“Well, since it looks like you’ll be having another good day on Monday, let’s schedule your detention then.” Mr. McGuffin said with a smile.
She wished she could say no. She didn’t need to spend another hour or so at school naked. Plus, that would probably be without other Drama Club kids, so she’d be the only one naked in the room. This was not a good turn of events.
“Can I take it today?” Jenna asked.
“Oh, I’m afraid not. We’re going to cancel all the detentions today because of the pep rally and the game tonight. They’ll all be moved to Monday as well.” His grin and tone were obviously those of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
Great, Jenna thought. Just what she needed more people in detention. If it were Ms. Carol here, she could move hers to Tuesday or later, she knew it. Once again, trapped by circumstances today.
“Fine,” she begrudgingly accepted.
“Of course…” Mr. McGuffin trailed off…
Jenna thought she maybe knew what he was getting at. What he had wanted earlier was a student naked in his office. That started to feel like a small price to pay to get out of detention or at the very least naked detention during the fundraiser.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll make a deal with you.”
“I’m listening,” was his smarmy reply.
“I’ll spend the rest of this period naked in your office if you’ll cancel my detention.” She felt comfortable in the offer, more comfortable than she expected. Why not? His office is a closed environment. It gets her out of gym. It gets her out of detention… It’s not like he won’t see her naked on Monday anyway. Felt like a good deal.
“But I won’t be in my office. I’ll be here.” He countered.
Jenna thought, no one else is here now. It was late enough most tardy slips have been out. Yes…students can look in, but if she could sit with her back to the windows and doors… she could make it work.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll do it here.”
Mr. McGuffin glowed for a moment. “Fine, …but, I don’t think that’s enough to get you out of detention completely. I can reschedule it… for Tuesday.”
“Well, if it’s only going to be rescheduled, then I’ll only take off my top.” Jenna asserted some dominance. It had worked before but she had no leg to stand on now. She had initiated the deal.
“Hmm,” McGuffin thought, “I guess for both I could cancel the detention altogether… but…you’ll have to sit facing the door.”
Jenna shrank. Could she make that work? She wasn’t sure. With just under 30 minutes left in class, it could feel like a long time…and if he pulled some crap like calling people to his office or this one…
“No. No deal.” Jenna answered. “I’ll take the detention.”
“Are you sure?” the administrator asked through obvious disappointment.
“Yes. Positive…” Jenna replied…and continued trying to hold back a grin. “I’m saying no for your benefit of course.”
“How so?” he queried, legitimately confused.
“Well, if I were so visible and people saw me…and saw you there, they’d probably start to think you were creepy or a…well, you know.” Jenna started spinning her web. “And, well, I know for a fact that at least one cheerleader already calls you McSkeevy.”
“Wait! What? Who?” His offensive guiding him into her trap.
“I…don’t know if I should say…” Jenna went back to her coy innocent ploy from a few moments ago. “I heard her say it in my history class.”
That would be just enough information to implicate Lauren. Jenna knew that. She had no idea this was something she could do…but she was doing it.
“I see,” McGuffin said. “a senior, right?”
Jenna nodded. Saying more may give it away.
Ms. Carol came into the office with the last remnant of her lunch, a cup of whatever it was she was drinking and a bag of chips. To Jenna, she wasn’t just the Attendance Clerk returning from lunch, but her calvary and salvation.
“You can head back to your office now, Mike, I can handle things here.” Ms. Carol said to her boss, not realizing it was Jenna in the room.
He rose from the chair as she settled in.
“Good. Good, I’ve got something to look up.” He looked right at Jenna, “Thank you Ms. Jenkins. I’ll see you later…and on Monday, for detention.” And then left the room.
“Jenna, again?” Ms. Carol finally seeing the student.
“It’s a long story.”
“Is Monday good for detention for you? ...I mean, with everything else going on that day?” The clerk asked the student.
“Not really. Tuesday would be better.” Jenna replied smiling.
“Fine, I can make that happen.” Ms. Carol finished the slip for this class and also the detention notice, handing them to Jenna.
“Actually, Ms. Carol…” she looked down as she inquired, “Can I just stay here until the end of this class?”
“Why?”
“Some of the kids have threatened to throw me in a dumpster during gym.” Jenna admitted looking up to the clerk.
“Oh god, yes! Stay here all day if you want…” Ms. Carol emphatically replied.
“Thanks.” Jenna said appreciatively, “I don’t think all day will be necessary. I have Mrs. Apgar next…and then the pep rally.”
…And while there were still questions in Jenna’s mind about how the pep rally would really go. She felt the tables had turned some and didn’t want to miss it for the world.
As Jenna settled into her desk in Mrs. Apgar’s class, she was content. Maybe she was feeling what passed for happy today. She wasn’t late. The teacher wasn’t being mean or creepy. The best part was Lauren wasn’t in this class. She was free of her captor, at least for this period. The only thing that brought her any kind of twinge of negativity was that Kate was in this class. Kate, the captain of the cheerleading squad with Lauren.
Jenna looked back at Kate who was quietly talking with another cheerleader, a junior girl named Rita. Neither girl seemed to take any interest whatsoever in Jenna, so her happiness returned.
Roger, the quiet loner from the bus was also in this class, as was Ezra from homeroom, but neither one of them mattered. The only other student that Jenna cared about in this class was Carly. …and Carly wasn’t here.
Mrs. Apgar noticed the girl was missing as well. A glance at Jenna and the two made eye contact. It was clear neither knew, but it was too early to be very worried.
Jenna pulled out her phone to send a message to Carly and check on her as Mrs. Apgar began teaching.
“Class, as you know I like using current events in my teaching. It’s not often that we get a grand opportunity within our own school’s activities to explore some of the scientific concepts we’re in the middle of studying. …But as we are discussing psychology and mental/emotional health, I thought today and Monday might be a good day to talk about the Drama Club Fundraiser and how it is making you feel, why it will ultimately work and what that says about us.”
Ezra, who was so eager to see the girls take their tops off in homeroom raised his hand and was acknowledged.
“Mrs. Apgar, we ain’t calling it the fundraiser anymore. It’s the Fa-nude-raiser.” His comment brought howls of laughter throughout the class. “It’s fundraiser but we took the word Fund and turned it into nude and then put the F back cause it’s more Fun in da nude.” The class roared with laughter again.
Jenna not laughing. Jenna was impatiently looking at her phone waiting for a response from Carly.
“Well, Mr. Plurbus, I think we can definitely add that factoid to the discussion. I think there’s a great conversation to be had about reactions. I think there’s a lot of different reactions to be had to this whole ordeal, and lots of different groups of people who will respond differently. Say, you, Mr. Plurbus…you’re just a regular student, a male, a senior. You’re not participating. Your reaction is going to be very different than Ms. Jenkins…a regular student, a female, a senior who is participating. Or… for that matter, Ms. Meyers over there,” Mrs. Apgar gestured to Hannah Meyers, a brown-haired girl sitting near the windows. She’s a regular student, a female, a senior who isn’t participating.”
The class looked over at Hannah.
“On a scale of 1 to 10, Ms. Meyers, how excited are you about Monday’s…” Mrs. Apgar paused and then tried it out… “Monday’s fa-nude-raiser?”
“Honestly,” the student said, “Maybe a 2. I think it’s kind of silly, stupid, and I think it’s going to be a big distraction for a full school day.”
“Good response. I think there’s a great deal of people who feel that way, other teachers and students.” Mrs. Apgar turned her attention back to
Ezra, “Mr. Fa-Nude-Raiser… I doubt I really have to ask, but what is your level of excitement, 1 to 10 for Monday?”
“10. Absolutely. Can’t wait. Titties!” Answered the boy, looking around the room working up a reaction that was more tepid than he expected, but still a low uproar.
“And Ms. Jenkins…” the teacher turned to her pupil, “how excited are you?”
Looking up from her phone, not completely out of the conversation. She knew the question and heard the responses…Jenna just wasn’t processing at the same speed right now.
“I’m not excited for it.” Jenna finally said.
This led to a small murmur among the class.
“Care to expound on that?” Mrs. Apgar smiled as she asked.
“Okay… yes.” Jenna relaxed back into a conversational comport, and spoke clearly. “I don’t want to do it…or I didn’t. I didn’t want to do it. I…I think it’s demeaning. And I think boys like Ezra who are way too excited or some boys and girls who are mean to other kids… I think kids like that are going to make this a really hard thing for us Drama kids to do. I’ve seen it today. I’ve seen it from teachers and students who are making it a chance to insult, and degrade us. …and all we want to do is be students and do our show. But we can’t. We are… it’s not like we decided as Drama kids that we were going to do this. This was… it was a decision that was made for us…because we need the funds to do the show. We didn’t get to choose to do it…it’s just something we have to do. …And a lot of us are just like, okay we have to do it. Imagine how the football team might feel if they were told they had to get naked all day in school or you can’t have a season. Or the cheerleaders get told they have to be naked in school in order to do competitions. I bet you people would feel different and act different towards us if they felt that pressure too. …and trust me, if this works, if this fundraiser makes money…you other clubs are going see it too. And…trust me. Every ounce of insult and humiliation I feel on Monday…I may pay back to any other organization that finds themselves in the same predicament. We’re going to be first…and I promise it’s going to be worse than anyone can really imagine…but also, any fundraiser like this that happens after will not be as bad. We’ll be first and we’ll be worst…and we’ll never get the credit or thanks for that. I’m not excited about it. I’m scared to death. …and it’s made me do stupid things today. Stupid things that have gotten me in trouble, just because I’m trying to prepare mentally to be…exposed in front of everybody. I’m not excited for Monday. I’ve been fighting since yesterday because I didn’t want to do it…but now… after a lot of things have happened today. Now, I really do want to do it. I want to do it to prove that I can, to prove that I’m strong. Cause…I…I don’t think a lot of kids here realize how hard it is to get up onstage and do what we do. …but when they see us overcoming the fear and humiliation on Monday, they’ll know we’re a tough bunch and takes a lot of bravery to do what we do. I want to do it on Monday now because, we’re the only the ones who can. I want to do it because we didn’t have a choice and I want people to see us holding our heads high. That’s what I want. I want to do it. …but there’s not one single bone in my body that’s actually excited about it.”
“I got an excited bone you can stick in your body!” one of the male students yelled…only a few of the kids laughed.
Jenna just hung her head in disgust. Mrs. Apgar patted her shoulder.
“So, you see you don’t all feel the same way.” The teacher offered to the class.
“Mrs. Apgar,” Hannah Meyers meekly raised a question, “How do you feel about it?”
“Thank you for asking Hannah,” she said. “I’m very nervous for the kids who have to do it. I think many of them have shown great bravery
throughout the day today, and I’m very nervous about what they’ll have to put up with on Monday. I don’ think any of you students…anyone your ages should have to go through something like it. …but I think strong students like Jenna will be able to do it because they have too.”
Jenna looked up at her teacher. She was emotionally raw from her speech and still nervous and worried…when she received a text message from Carly. “Sorry. Got signed out early for a dentist appointment.”
Jenna deflated in relief and frustration and…to be honest, a little laughter too.
She chuckled a little and gave Mrs. Apgar a thumbs up.
Science class was turning out to be a breeze, more or less. Jenna hoped that trend could continue through pep rally next period, but somehow she knew it wouldn't.
She looked back at the two cheerleaders, Kate and Rita, which made her feel better. She still wasn't the center of their attention. ...But she knew that could change easily in the air of the football field.
The minutes of the science class, where Jenna felt comfortable and almost happy, were far too short. They ticked away far too quickly...and then the bell rang. It was time for the pep rally... it was showtime... and Jenna wondered, who would be the show: Her or Lauren?
Part 9 later today.