A Hasty Decision
by LVB99

A Hasty Decision - Part 4

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me! I was lying down on a classroom stage, completely naked, with a nerdy boy in glasses caressing one of my breasts and his other hand starting to rub over my clitoris. And I had actually put his hand there to touch me!! What the hell was I thinking?!!

“Wow….you like that don’t you?!!”

“YES Doctor….!”

“Doctor….? No Holly, there’s no Doctor here.” I heard Mr. Harkins say.

“What….”, I opened my eyes to see I was lying on the floor, several people standing around me.

“Are you okay? You look you might have hit your head?”, the jock said looking down at me.

“You….wait….wha…”, I was confused. Suddenly everyone was still there but just a second ago the nerdy boy was feeling me up on the stage with no one else around.

“You looked like you might have been reaching for this and fell off the chair.”, Aaron said holding up the ragged looking chemise.

I was suddenly aware I was actually still naked and still on the floor. But no one had lifted me up onto the stage as I had so vividly just remembered. And Aaron had not actually touched me with a head to toe assessment either.

“Let me help you up” Mr. Harkins said extending his hand out to me.

I grabbed a hold of his hand and leaned up, pulling myself haphazardly back up onto my feet. In doing so, I was also aware I had just exposed myself further to all of them by spreading my legs as I attempted to stand.

“Thank you.”, I said as I reached for the small piece of fabric that Aaron was holding out.

“We do have actual robes, but they must be in the laundry?”, Mr. Harkins said looking at the miserable excuse for a robe that I was putting on.

“It’s okay, this will do.”, anything was better than nothing I thought.

As I tied the small strap attached, closing the small fabric over my breasts, I was still aware that it didn’t cover much below. It was probably just long enough to cover my private area but any movement on my part would move it up to completely exposing my vagina. It also felt like one of my breasts was now wet which must have been the wet paint I saw earlier on it.

“As I was saying, this is Aaron and Mike. They are both in one of our Advanced Art classes and I think you would both agree Holly would be a good model for you class?” Tom said looking at the two boys.

“Yes”, they both said, almost in unison.

“Have you done a lot of nude modeling Holly?”, the jock looking boy Mike asked me.

“Mainly for photographers….but never an Art class.”, Oh shit, why the hell had I said that??!!!

Instantly I saw Mr. Harkins eyes widen and a smile begin to show. And the two boys looked very intrigued to put it mildly. I hadn’t wanted to let on that I had ever done such a thing but now I had blurted it out.

“I knew…..I just knew you seemed like the artsy type. If you’ve posed for photographers, you’ll have no problem at all posing for an Art class let alone our Advanced Art classes!” Mr. Harkins exclaimed.

“How many photographers have you posed for Holly”, Mike asked.

I figured there was no use in hiding the information now.

“Oh about 11...no wait, 13. Or 14 really if I counted my boyfriend.”

“DAMN….and you’re a Freshman?!”, Mike said looking even more intrigued.

“Yeah…I actually started posing for photographers when I was still in high school. The very first was a boy I knew who was a photographer at school for the yearbook staff. Later I posed for his father who is a professional photographer. And he’s the one who connected me with a few other photographers.”

“Wow!!!” they all exclaimed in unison. I could see all their eyes widening.

“And have you ever posed in front of more than one person at a time? Say, an onlooker or something?”, Aaron asked.

“Well….the very first time, the boy had invited a few of our friends over to see him do the shoot…..that was pretty embarrassing. Then later, a photographer I was posing for had me naked in his studio when two electricians came in to do some work. They basically watched me the entire time posing, just a few feet away.”

“Cool….and how about anything morreeee……public?” he pushed further.

“Well….another guy I posed for asked if I’d be willing to pose for several photographers he was teaching. That’s why there have been so many I guess. We went to a park and he brought five photographers with him. There were several times we almost got caught, but didn’t. That photographer recently asked me if I’d pose for him in a more public setting where there is a high chance of being seen by others, but I haven’t made up my mind about that yet.

“You sound like you would fit in perfectly for our Advanced art class Holly. Ms. Wellington’s classes are here in the classroom, but most of our classes are always outdoors. Sometimes we travel to certain locations or even just out in the front lawn of the school.” Mike said.

“Oh…..you mean like posing outside…on the lawn….in front of the school?”

“On occasion, if the model is okay with it.”

“I don’t know about that….?!!!”, I said, but the idea actually turned me on a little.

“You know Holly, considering your past…..we also have Photography classes here. And I’m sure the professor would love to have a model also.” Mr. Harkins said. “I myself am an amateur photographer and would love to tag along in one of his classes if you were modeling.”

“Well….maybe I could start by trying one of the art classes in here?” I said turning to see Ms. Wellington.

“Oh….I think she stepped out to look for a button for your dress.” Claire said looking at me.

I hadn’t even realized she had left and was now slightly concerned as I saw my dress was no where in sight. At the same time, I saw a clock on her desk and there was now only 30 minutes until my next class.

“Ohh, could you possibly find here and let her know I need to get to my next class soon. It’s in another building and I don’t want to be late.” I said looking at Claire.

“Sure thing….let me go get her. I really hope you’ll join us today for our class, I would love to draw you.”

“Today?!!!! Uh….I dunno….uh….what time is it at?”

“Tonight is our late night class. It starts at 9:30. What time is your class till?”

“9:00. But sometimes goes a little longer.”

“Well I sincerely hope you’ll consider coming. If not we’ll be drawing a pot or an apple or some inanimate object.”

With that, Claire walked out of the classroom to go get Ms. Wellington and my dress. I turned back around to see both Mike and Aaron whispering with Mr. Harkins.

“Well, like I said, we would love to have you in our class Holly. The teacher usually pays the models $10 an hour, but Mr. Harkins just agreed that we could probably get all of the students to chip in an extra $5. At least for the first time anyways?” Aaron exclaimed.

“I’ll think about it.” I said.

“Well if you do, it would be tomorrow. Meet here at 10AM. And we could pay you the $175.00 up front.” Mike exclaimed with a smile.

“$175.00??!!!! I thought you said $5 for each student?!!”, quickly doing the math in my head I realized they were talking about 33 students!!!

“Yeah…well there’s 32 of us…plus Mr. Harkins. And our professor would pay you $10. Could even be more if we go more than one hour?!” Mike said to me.

That was more than I was making posing for some of the photographers. And to think the guy who wanted to photograph me in public offered $50!! I felt like I probably shouldn’t pass this up. Plus I was actually turned on thinking about posing in front of that many people. I still had no idea what to expect but I could probably figure it out if I posed for Ms. Wellington’s class tonight.

“Can I get back to you guys tonight on it? I could text someone or something?”

“Yeah Holly, I’ll give you my number. Hold on a second.” Mr. Harkins said going to the desk to write it down.

Just then Claire walked back in closing the door behind her.

“Ms. Wellington is using a sewing machine in another classroom to mend your dress. She said she’d have it ready it about ten more minutes.”

“Ten minutes….?” I turned back to the desk and saw the time was now 7:47.

“Oh my gawd, I can’t wait that long. Can you tell her to just bring it as is?” I exclaimed to Claire

“Sure…let me go tell her.”

“Wait, I’ll just come with you.” I said following Claire out the door. I was too impatient to wait any longer and I figured if I just went to her I could put it on immediately and go to class.

Following Claire, she turned and entered the stairwell heading downstairs. I followed and as we got to the first platform turning for the second set of steps down, I felt the breeze on my lower body. Looking down I gasped, suddenly aware I was walking in just the little chemise. My lower half was completely exposed almost to my navel. Shocked, I pulled it down as much as possible as we walked down the second set of steps to the hallway.

“Claire…hang on a second. I have to pee.”’ I said looking at a bathroom just across from the stairs.

We entered the bathroom and I quickly went into a stall closing the door behind me.

“Is it much further Claire” I said through the door.

“No…just down one more floor at the end of the hallway. I can run ahead and maybe get it before you’re even done?”

“Okay, PLEASE…. And thank you.”

I heard the door close and her steps fading off down the hall. I sat and tried to gather my thoughts. Should I pose tonight, I thought. That could be fun, I guess. But right now I just wanted my dress so I could get to my next class. I could think more about posing later.

At first I thought about just staying in the stall, but with not much time left, I should maybe collect myself in front of the mirror. Then when I got the dress I could make a mad dash for my class. Exiting the stall, I saw myself in front of the mirror. Hair disheveled, looking a fright in the paint stained remains of the chemise they tried to call a robe. And even just standing straight, I could see how much was still left exposed at the bottom. Almost my entire slit was viewable!! Maybe I should just fix my makeup.

“SHIT….my purse!!!” where had I left my purse I thought. I must have left in in the changing area? So much for fixing my makeup.

Suddenly the door opened and a girl stopped dead in her tracks, staring at me, mouth agape. She about fell over as her two friends both ran into her from behind.

“What the hell Cindy?!! Why did you sto…..”

“Oh My Gawd!!!!! Are you okay?” One of them said looking at me.

“Yes”

“Is there someone in here with you:? What happened….?” another spoke.

“No, I’m okay. I’m just waiting on my dress. I came from the Art Department.”

All three of them stared in bewilderment before one finally spoke.

“Ohhh….I thought that garment looked familiar. Are you a model?”
“No….well, yes. I dunno, I’m thinking about it.”

“But then why are you wearing, that??”

“I went to see Ms. Wellington and she was telling me about her classes and said she could fix my dress. I was missing a few buttons. I put this on in the meantime, but I need to get to my next class, so I was heading to wherever she took it to fix it.” I said as they all looked with expressions of confusion.

“Ohh….she most likely took it to the Health class. It’s down the stairs to the right, second door on the left.” one of the blonde girls said smiling.

“Oh okay, thanks. Thank you so much.” I said deciding to just go ahead and make my way there instead of having to explain myself further.

“No problem at all….hope to see you around.”

The girl had a resemblance to someone I knew, but much sweeter than who I remembered. And sweet of her to help a stranger out in a time of need. Down the stairs to the right, second door on the left. That was close, I thought. Hopefully the dress is all fixed.

“Why would they take a dress to Health class…do they have sewing machines?

“Of course not, haha.”

“Oh my gawd Tina??!!! You sent her to the wrong class?”

“Fuck ya….I can’t stand her. I can’t believe she didn’t notice me. I went to school with her. And Billie is in that class. This is great!!” she exclaimed to her friends.

As soon as I got to the bottom of the stairs, I hooked a right and saw the second door . Salvation, I thought. I should have plenty of time to make it to my class. I had taken every other step on the way down and sprinted to the door. Excited to take off this dreadful garment and put on my dress. I opened the door.

“_________!!!!!??!!!” a loud collective gasp came from the room before me, intermixed with holy shit and oh my gawd. Staring back at me were at least 30 to 40 faces. And to the right, a professor stood, with an expression like he had just shit his pants.