Re: KWC: The Election. Part 21
Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2022 2:42 pm
I entered my 'Journalism' class and found out eight of the students were on assignment somewhere else on the campus. That meant I could only hope to gather 22 signatures, 23 if Mr. Harris would sign. That would get me the more than 75 signatures I needed, but I wanted the school board to see the sense of solidarity for the petition, held by the students and some faculty members. Mr. Harris and the students looked at me and started asking why I was wearing only my panties and sneakers. Since these were my classmates, I took the time to explain that Miss Sanchez had spilt her coffee on my clothes, so they were being washed. I then went on to tell them about the petition and acquired a signature from everyone, including Mr. Harris. Before I left the class with my 83 signatures, Mr. Harris gave me the locations of the other students. He then went on to tell me about our next journalism assignment.
We were to be the ones interviewed this time. Notes, subject research and a written synopsis of the interview were to be included with our article submissions. Knowing I was going to be interviewed while naked by Lynn from the television station, I felt I had a good start for the project. I thanked Mr. Harris then headed for the 'Painting and Sketching' class. I entered the art studio to find Bethany posing nude for the class. Bethany saw me enter the class and yelled out, "Hey Amber! I'm more naked than you!", with a great big smile plastered across her face. Everyone turned around to see me standing there in just my panties. Miss O'Connor, the class instructor, said, "Bethany!" Bethany responded by saying, "I'm sorry Miss O'Connor. But I am!", as the students started to laugh.
Miss O'Connor looked at me, and asked, "What can I do for you Amber?", seeming annoyed about the interruption, yet somehow oblivious to the fact that I was standing there in just my panties and sneakers. I did my best to explain the reason for my impromptu visit to her classroom. Miss O'Connor was very serious about her art classes but allowed me to speak to her students anyway. "Class. Let's take a small break and listen to what Amber has to say". I made my way to the front of the class and addressed the students as I had done in the previous three classes. After reading the petition, I heard Miss O'Connor say, "Bethany. Put on a robe please". Bethany started to pout as she reluctantly covered her naked body with a white terry cloth robe.
The art class was full, so I took the opportunity to give the petition some enthusiastic promotion, along with a heartfelt representation of the students requesting the change in the school policy. All thirty students were lined up to sign the petition as Bethany and her friends all gave me a 'Thumbs Up'. When it was Bethany's turn to sign, she looked me over and said so everyone could hear, "Amber. You look so sexy wearing that girl!", as she looked me up and down. Her next sentence would leave 'Me' stunned, Miss O'Connor shaking her head and all the students in the class laughing. "Do You Want to Wrestle?", she asked, in a loud and eager tone. "No Bethany! What's wrong with you?", was the response I gave that no one heard over the laughter.
Bethany signed the petition then opened her robe so only I could see her naked body, as she smiled and winked at me. Standing there in front of the entire class, knowing all eyes were on us and unable to take my eyes off Bethany's naked form, I became motionless as she closed the gap between us. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Amber. I can't thank you enough for being such a proponent for our petition. I owe you at least one orgasm, regardless of the outcome". My eyes became wide open, and my mouth fell ajar, as I quietly told Bethany I was not a lesbian. She looked at me, and said in a salacious yet faint tone, "Amber! Who cares? Either am I. You do like to cum, don't you?", in an exuberant yet muffled voice.
Just then, Miss O'Connor inquired in a tone that let everyone, including me, know my disruption of her class had come to an end. "Amber! Will there be anything else?", she asked. I hesitated, then replied, "No Miss O'Connor. Please excuse the interruption and thank you", as I took the petition, now with 114 signatures, including Miss O'Connor's and left the classroom. I leaned against the wall outside the art class and let out a big sigh, gripping the clipboard that held the petition and all its signatures close to my bare breasts. I looked to the clock at the end of the hallway and realized I had a little over an hour to present the petition to Miss Sanchez. My next task was to walk to the auditorium, where the "Theatre Class" was in session, in order to gather more signatures for the petition.
After leaving the main campus building and only halfway to the auditorium, I heard the sound of several trucks coming up the campus drive. I froze as I realized it was two vans filled landscape workers, followed by another truck pulling a large trailer loaded with their equipment. It seemed like only seconds until they stopped in front of me. I had no time to make it to the auditorium or back to the main campus building. I covered my bare breasts with the clipboard as the dozen or so workers just stared at my almost naked body. I was frozen with fear as the workers started taking pictures of me. To make matters worse, one of my female journalism classmates walked up, and said, "Amber. I hear you're collecting signatures for Bethany's petition". She pried the clipboard from my hands, saying, "I'll sign it", leaving my exposed tits on display for the photo-taking landscape workers. I was mortified!
The girl's name was Natalie, and we were soon joined by Kevin, another of my journalism classmates who was out on assignment with Natalie. He took the clipboard from Natalie, as he said, "Amber. I hear Eliott shaved your pussy during your first cabinet meeting", loud enough for all to hear, as he signed the petition. His words got the attention of the landscape workers, who were now looking at the camel toe, caused by my snug burgundy panties. The sense of shame was overwhelming. Just when I thought I could no longer endure the public humiliation, Natalie pulled my panties down to my ankles. She knelt down and said, "Let's see if Eliott did a good job", keeping a tight grip on my panties, leaving my freshly shaven vagina exposed to the landscape workers and their phone cameras.
Natalie ran her fingers across my bald mound, as she said, "Oh yeah. He did and awesome job". I didn't know if I was going to die of embarrassment or have an orgasm right there in front of everyone. I felt so vulnerable and ashamed, yet totally aroused, and made no attempt to stop the utter humiliation. Once again, Miss Sanchez came to my rescue. "Alright! Shows over! Natalie and Kevin, return to your assignments", as she took the clipboard from Kevin. She then looked at the crew chief of the landscapers, and said, "It's 3:00 Jeff. You only have four hours of daylight remaining and our 'Open House' is tomorrow. Get your guys to work". The trucks pulled away and I bent over to pull up my panties. Miss Sanchez said, "Don't bother, Amber. I'll take those".
"But Miss Sanchez! It wasn't my fault", I argued. "Amber. You're not being punished. Now hand me your panties", she insisted. I pulled my panties over my sneakers and handed my last vestige of cover to Miss Sanchez, as she looked at the petition signatures. "How many signatures do you have here?", she asked. "116", I replied. "I'm impressed", she said, as she handed me the clipboard. She then went on to say, "Amber. Tomorrow you will be giving tours of the campus to total strangers, dressed as you are right now. Consider this a practice run. Now go have fun and I'll see you back at the office", as she turned and walked away, leaving me totally naked with the exception of my sneakers and ankle socks.
I don't know what came over me but I caried the clipboard in one hand and to my side, rather than with two hands and concealing my breasts. The landscapers beeped the horns of their trucks and waved to me. I smiled and waved back as I made my way to the auditorium, still feeling vulnerable but with a sense of confidence. I stood outside the auditorium doors thinking how best to enter the facility. I didn't want to look like a 'Scared Little Rabbit, but I also didn't want to come off as some kind of an 'Exhibitionist' or even worse, a 'Slut'. I took a deep breath and entered the auditorium, holding the clipboard in front of me as if I was reading it over, rather than using it to conceal by bare breasts, in an attempt to appear as 'All Business'.
Mr. Davis, the 'Theatre Course' instructor, was down by the stage with the class. All but one of the thirty students were there gathered in a circle around him, as he gave instruction. My confidence was fading with each step I took towards the group, hoping my naked body and freshly shaven pussy would not be the focus of conversation. My hopes were dashed as Allen noticed me as I was approaching, and called out, "Hey Amber! Come on down and show everyone Eliott's masterpiece! We shared the photos of him shaving your pussy, but nothing beats seeing the real thing". Eliott was beaming as I felt the clipboard moving upward and now pressing against my tits, as I had lost any sense of bravado and was now just plain humiliated.
I spotted Mr. Davis waving me to come to him as all eyes were on me. I struggled to keep my feet moving forward, knowing Allen had already influenced the class into inspecting the quality of Eliott's pubic hair removal skills. I tried to hold my head high as I made my way towards Mr. Davis. Mr. Davis was barely thirty years old and a graduate of the 'New York Film Academy'. He was not fond of traveling, so took the position of 'Theater Instructor' at 'The Academy'. As I stood in front of him, he took my clipboard, leaving me totally exposed, and said, "I assume this is the petition I've heard so much about, Amber". I nodded "Yes", hoping the petition would take priority over my bald pussy to the young instructor and his students.
Mr. Davis signed the petition and handed it to a student to circulate around the class. He then took a good long look and my smooth-shaven mound, which made me feel even more vulnerable than when the students did the same. The petition was signed by all who were present, and I was feeling good about collecting 146 signatures. That's almost twice as many as I needed for Miss Sanchez to present it to the school board. That feeling was short lived as one of the female students asked, "Amber. Are you going to let Eliott shave your pussy again?" Eliott was standing next to me by this time and waiting for an answer, as were the rest of the students. I answered in the most nonchalant tone possible, for a girl who was completely naked among thirty clothed spectators. "I usually take care of that myself", I said, as I turned and walked back up the ramp to the exit door of the auditorium.
We were to be the ones interviewed this time. Notes, subject research and a written synopsis of the interview were to be included with our article submissions. Knowing I was going to be interviewed while naked by Lynn from the television station, I felt I had a good start for the project. I thanked Mr. Harris then headed for the 'Painting and Sketching' class. I entered the art studio to find Bethany posing nude for the class. Bethany saw me enter the class and yelled out, "Hey Amber! I'm more naked than you!", with a great big smile plastered across her face. Everyone turned around to see me standing there in just my panties. Miss O'Connor, the class instructor, said, "Bethany!" Bethany responded by saying, "I'm sorry Miss O'Connor. But I am!", as the students started to laugh.
Miss O'Connor looked at me, and asked, "What can I do for you Amber?", seeming annoyed about the interruption, yet somehow oblivious to the fact that I was standing there in just my panties and sneakers. I did my best to explain the reason for my impromptu visit to her classroom. Miss O'Connor was very serious about her art classes but allowed me to speak to her students anyway. "Class. Let's take a small break and listen to what Amber has to say". I made my way to the front of the class and addressed the students as I had done in the previous three classes. After reading the petition, I heard Miss O'Connor say, "Bethany. Put on a robe please". Bethany started to pout as she reluctantly covered her naked body with a white terry cloth robe.
The art class was full, so I took the opportunity to give the petition some enthusiastic promotion, along with a heartfelt representation of the students requesting the change in the school policy. All thirty students were lined up to sign the petition as Bethany and her friends all gave me a 'Thumbs Up'. When it was Bethany's turn to sign, she looked me over and said so everyone could hear, "Amber. You look so sexy wearing that girl!", as she looked me up and down. Her next sentence would leave 'Me' stunned, Miss O'Connor shaking her head and all the students in the class laughing. "Do You Want to Wrestle?", she asked, in a loud and eager tone. "No Bethany! What's wrong with you?", was the response I gave that no one heard over the laughter.
Bethany signed the petition then opened her robe so only I could see her naked body, as she smiled and winked at me. Standing there in front of the entire class, knowing all eyes were on us and unable to take my eyes off Bethany's naked form, I became motionless as she closed the gap between us. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Amber. I can't thank you enough for being such a proponent for our petition. I owe you at least one orgasm, regardless of the outcome". My eyes became wide open, and my mouth fell ajar, as I quietly told Bethany I was not a lesbian. She looked at me, and said in a salacious yet faint tone, "Amber! Who cares? Either am I. You do like to cum, don't you?", in an exuberant yet muffled voice.
Just then, Miss O'Connor inquired in a tone that let everyone, including me, know my disruption of her class had come to an end. "Amber! Will there be anything else?", she asked. I hesitated, then replied, "No Miss O'Connor. Please excuse the interruption and thank you", as I took the petition, now with 114 signatures, including Miss O'Connor's and left the classroom. I leaned against the wall outside the art class and let out a big sigh, gripping the clipboard that held the petition and all its signatures close to my bare breasts. I looked to the clock at the end of the hallway and realized I had a little over an hour to present the petition to Miss Sanchez. My next task was to walk to the auditorium, where the "Theatre Class" was in session, in order to gather more signatures for the petition.
After leaving the main campus building and only halfway to the auditorium, I heard the sound of several trucks coming up the campus drive. I froze as I realized it was two vans filled landscape workers, followed by another truck pulling a large trailer loaded with their equipment. It seemed like only seconds until they stopped in front of me. I had no time to make it to the auditorium or back to the main campus building. I covered my bare breasts with the clipboard as the dozen or so workers just stared at my almost naked body. I was frozen with fear as the workers started taking pictures of me. To make matters worse, one of my female journalism classmates walked up, and said, "Amber. I hear you're collecting signatures for Bethany's petition". She pried the clipboard from my hands, saying, "I'll sign it", leaving my exposed tits on display for the photo-taking landscape workers. I was mortified!
The girl's name was Natalie, and we were soon joined by Kevin, another of my journalism classmates who was out on assignment with Natalie. He took the clipboard from Natalie, as he said, "Amber. I hear Eliott shaved your pussy during your first cabinet meeting", loud enough for all to hear, as he signed the petition. His words got the attention of the landscape workers, who were now looking at the camel toe, caused by my snug burgundy panties. The sense of shame was overwhelming. Just when I thought I could no longer endure the public humiliation, Natalie pulled my panties down to my ankles. She knelt down and said, "Let's see if Eliott did a good job", keeping a tight grip on my panties, leaving my freshly shaven vagina exposed to the landscape workers and their phone cameras.
Natalie ran her fingers across my bald mound, as she said, "Oh yeah. He did and awesome job". I didn't know if I was going to die of embarrassment or have an orgasm right there in front of everyone. I felt so vulnerable and ashamed, yet totally aroused, and made no attempt to stop the utter humiliation. Once again, Miss Sanchez came to my rescue. "Alright! Shows over! Natalie and Kevin, return to your assignments", as she took the clipboard from Kevin. She then looked at the crew chief of the landscapers, and said, "It's 3:00 Jeff. You only have four hours of daylight remaining and our 'Open House' is tomorrow. Get your guys to work". The trucks pulled away and I bent over to pull up my panties. Miss Sanchez said, "Don't bother, Amber. I'll take those".
"But Miss Sanchez! It wasn't my fault", I argued. "Amber. You're not being punished. Now hand me your panties", she insisted. I pulled my panties over my sneakers and handed my last vestige of cover to Miss Sanchez, as she looked at the petition signatures. "How many signatures do you have here?", she asked. "116", I replied. "I'm impressed", she said, as she handed me the clipboard. She then went on to say, "Amber. Tomorrow you will be giving tours of the campus to total strangers, dressed as you are right now. Consider this a practice run. Now go have fun and I'll see you back at the office", as she turned and walked away, leaving me totally naked with the exception of my sneakers and ankle socks.
I don't know what came over me but I caried the clipboard in one hand and to my side, rather than with two hands and concealing my breasts. The landscapers beeped the horns of their trucks and waved to me. I smiled and waved back as I made my way to the auditorium, still feeling vulnerable but with a sense of confidence. I stood outside the auditorium doors thinking how best to enter the facility. I didn't want to look like a 'Scared Little Rabbit, but I also didn't want to come off as some kind of an 'Exhibitionist' or even worse, a 'Slut'. I took a deep breath and entered the auditorium, holding the clipboard in front of me as if I was reading it over, rather than using it to conceal by bare breasts, in an attempt to appear as 'All Business'.
Mr. Davis, the 'Theatre Course' instructor, was down by the stage with the class. All but one of the thirty students were there gathered in a circle around him, as he gave instruction. My confidence was fading with each step I took towards the group, hoping my naked body and freshly shaven pussy would not be the focus of conversation. My hopes were dashed as Allen noticed me as I was approaching, and called out, "Hey Amber! Come on down and show everyone Eliott's masterpiece! We shared the photos of him shaving your pussy, but nothing beats seeing the real thing". Eliott was beaming as I felt the clipboard moving upward and now pressing against my tits, as I had lost any sense of bravado and was now just plain humiliated.
I spotted Mr. Davis waving me to come to him as all eyes were on me. I struggled to keep my feet moving forward, knowing Allen had already influenced the class into inspecting the quality of Eliott's pubic hair removal skills. I tried to hold my head high as I made my way towards Mr. Davis. Mr. Davis was barely thirty years old and a graduate of the 'New York Film Academy'. He was not fond of traveling, so took the position of 'Theater Instructor' at 'The Academy'. As I stood in front of him, he took my clipboard, leaving me totally exposed, and said, "I assume this is the petition I've heard so much about, Amber". I nodded "Yes", hoping the petition would take priority over my bald pussy to the young instructor and his students.
Mr. Davis signed the petition and handed it to a student to circulate around the class. He then took a good long look and my smooth-shaven mound, which made me feel even more vulnerable than when the students did the same. The petition was signed by all who were present, and I was feeling good about collecting 146 signatures. That's almost twice as many as I needed for Miss Sanchez to present it to the school board. That feeling was short lived as one of the female students asked, "Amber. Are you going to let Eliott shave your pussy again?" Eliott was standing next to me by this time and waiting for an answer, as were the rest of the students. I answered in the most nonchalant tone possible, for a girl who was completely naked among thirty clothed spectators. "I usually take care of that myself", I said, as I turned and walked back up the ramp to the exit door of the auditorium.