It was Thursday evening and Vickie added something to her normal regiment. She did school work first, correcting papers, planning classes and then went through a rigorous workout. She finished drying off her tight body after a hot shower and slipped into a robe. Vickie next went to her closet and prepared her wardrobe for the following day. Normally, she wouldn't prepare her clothes the night before. She would just hastily dress herself in the morning and head off to school. But now, everything was different. SIX wanted her to dress sexy. Mary Ellen wanted her to dress with as little as possible but more important, Vickie wanted her students to notice her body.
She stood in front of the open door and gazed at her growing collection of clothes and thought about the previous few days. Tomorrow would prove to have limitations, since, by agreement, it was Mary Ellen's turn to be the most provocative. Vickie decided on a pair of brown slacks. Since these were new and Pam had suggested them, Vickie figured that she would be wise to try them on first. With her slacks on, Vickie stared at her image in the floor length mirror. The slacks were very tight in the rear and accentuated the round, firmness of her ass. As she turned to get a better look, she knew that a few months ago, she would never dream of wearing such a form fitting pair of slacks, never mind wearing them to school. But she liked the way they looked and she thought Mart Ellen would like them. She knew that SIX would be disappointed because he wouldn't be able to spy up her skirt with his under the desk camera.
Next, she picked out a cotton sweater that buttoned up the front. It also was tight, not enough to make her look like a street walker but tight for a teacher. She knew there was a danger in wearing something that buttoned up the front because SIX might demand that she undo a button or two or more. She also knew that she would probably comply.
Clothes laid out, she went to bed early in the hopes that tomorrow would arrive quicker.
THURSDAY MORNING
Vickie again woke before the alarm and quickly showered. She dressed in her planned attire with the only doubt in whether she should wear a bra or not. She tried on her sweater without the bra and modeled in front of the mirror. Vickie decided that if she kept perfectly still, it would be okay without a bra but the slightest bit of walking would cause her breasts to sway noticeably. She decided to wear it.
She sat at her computer and logged onto her e-mail site. There was one message from Mary Ellen.
Dear Teach,
Don't wear the bra.
ME
Vickie was shocked. How could this girl possibly know what was going on in her mind. Seeing no more messages, she logged off and powered down.
Vickie threw on her coat and headed out the door. She made it as far as her car when she turned around and ran back into the house. She shrugged off the coat and sweater and unhooked her bra. She stuffed the bra into her coat pocket just in case she changed her mind and put the sweater back on.
This time she made it to the car and uttered "Mary Ellen" under her breath. She wasn't angry with the girl just bewildered at the power that she held over her.
AT SCHOOL
It was only first period and Vickie seriously doubted her judgment in not wearing a bra. On her way to her classroom, she had to walk up a flight of stairs and she never walked so slow in her life. A normal walk made her chest move in such a way that a poor student who passed her going down the stairs fell as he bumped into the girl in front of him. Vickie turned to ask if he was okay and he just stared at her chest. The girl he bumped into wasn't as quiet. "If you kept your eyes off the teacher's boobs, that wouldn't have happened." The boy's face turned red and a few of the other student on the stairs snickered. The girl then looked right at Vickie and said "It's okay. Miss. I think you're beautiful. Boys are such pigs." With that remark, Vickie smiled at the girl and everyone made their way to their destination but Vickie walked a little slower. She smiled to herself, knowing that her breasts could cause such a commotion.
During all of her classes, the students were quiet and respectful. Vickie kept her sweater buttoned to the top but she couldn't help herself in walking around the room, knowing that every student was staring at her chest.
Sixth period finally came and Vickie positioned herself in the doorway, pressed up against the door jamb. This caused somewhat of a traffic jam but Vickie wanted to be close to her students and she actually thought about what it would be like if she was stark naked, in the doorway as her students entered. When a group of about five or six students entered the room about the same time, Vickie felt a hand slide over her upper thigh and against her crotch. There was no way to determine whose hand it was or if it was done on purpose. It didn't matter to Vickie, she enjoyed the attention.
Vickie waited a while at the door. Mary Ellen was not present and she couldn't believe that she would miss this opportunity to expose her ample body, especially since she e-mailed her this morning.
Veronica entered with James glued to her side. It didn't seem possible but her skirt seemed even shorter and she sat with total indifference as to how little her skirt covered. James took the lull time before class to slightly turn his desk and chat with Veronica. It did not escape Vickie's attention that James's hand was on his classmates bare thigh. As he gently caressed her thigh he turned and glanced up at his teacher. Noticing that Miss Roach was looking directly at his hand, he did not remove it but actually moved it higher on Veronica's thigh as he smiled defiantly at his teacher. Vickie's eyes went from James's face to his hand but she said nothing.
Elona walked in and cheerfully greeted her teacher. For the first time, Elona wore a skirt, a very short skirt but was she modestly covered with a pair of shorts underneath.
Jenn smiled at Vickie from a few feet away as she made her way to class. She had her long black hair tied with a ribbon so that it cascaded down her back. She quickly glanced at her teacher's chest and then said "Good day, Miss Roach. You look very nice today." Vickie returned the greeting. Still no Mary Ellen.
Vickie decided it was time to take attendance, so she sat at her desk and began checking off names. She realized that it was remarkable how much better her classroom attendance was since she began dressing more sexy and snickered to herself that maybe she could give the staff some inservice training on how to get better response from the students.
She was about to start when she decided that she would check her e-mail first. One message and it was from SIX.
Dear Vickie,
What no skirt? I'm disappointed but you still look ravishing. Undo at least one button on that pretty sweater and if you really want to tease me then go for two.
SIX
Vickie used her computer monitor as a shield from her student's eyes as she deftly undid two buttons. This allowed the slightest amount of cleavage to become visible. She seemed pleased with the view that she provided, as long as she didn't lean over.
Vickie had just stood to begin her lesson when the door flew open and Mary Ellen rushed inside. Out of breath, the girl apologized for being late. Since Mary Ellen was never late, Vickie just told her to take her seat so that she could begin.
Vickie was amazed by what she wore. Here she was expecting a scantily dressed Mary Ellen only to have her wearing a long knit wrap or sweater that draped well below her knees.
Mary Ellen made her way to her desk and set down her books. She then raised her hand.
"Yes, Mary Ellen." said Vickie.
"I'm so sorry, Miss Roach. But I had no time to go to my locker. Could I please hang my sweater up in your closet?"
"Oh, okay. But please hurry. I'd like to start my lesson."
Vickie turned to her board and began putting up a few problems as she waited for Mary Ellen.
As Vickie was just about finished, the classroom was suddenly filled with a collection of groans, wows, whistles and gasps. Vickie turned and her eyes fell upon Mary Ellen and her attire for the day.
She had on black shoes, white, knee highs that stopped three inches above her knee, a tiny plaid, pleated skirt that fell a few inches above her knee highs, a white, buttoned, blouse that was tied in knot so that it revealed most of her flat stomach and a loosely knotted, black tie that hung between her ample breasts.
"Mary Ellen!"
She turned to face her teacher, chewing seductively on a pencil as she thrust her breasts out and said "Yes, Miss Roach?" Her voice was sweet and innocent and in total wonder as to why her teacher would say her name so loudly.
Vickie knew that she was at another crossroad. She knew that she should immediately send Mary Ellen to the office for being improperly dressed in school. She knew that she should send a message to the rest of her class and act upon this impropriety. But she did neither.
