This choice: Yuki's going to be a model for the art classes. • Go Back...Chapter #5Yuki's going to be a model for the art clas... by: Apollo   Learning her assignment yesterday left Yuki dreading school today, but she had little choice. Plus, the form also revealed a silver lining to this dark cloud looming overhead. Her parents may have forced her to go to school today, predominantly because Yuki was not going to have a conversation like this with her parents, but she knew someone who could get her out of this without giving her a guilt trip. Escape was as simple as having one conversation with one person she knew would be willing to help.
Ms. Lennon wasn't Yuki's favorite teacher, but she sure seemed to like Yuki's expressions on a canvas. While in no way friends, the two had bumped into each other while walking around the building, and the blonde teacher seemed to have the most sympathy for Yuki and the other victims of the school's bullies - it was a rare occasion for her to come to school and not be the first one to aid any of the students. A little voice in Yuki's head told her that the sympathy and ease of communication came from Ms. Lennon's age - she only started here last year, and as a student teacher. There was little doubt that Yuki would be free from this torture if she explained the situation and expressed a clear desire to withdraw. She even made sure to come to school a little later than usual to ensure Ms. Lennon would already be in school and Yuki could quickly get this incident behind her.
However, this theory was quickly falling apart in practice.
After dealing with the wired Mr. Collins to prove she came to school today, Yuki attempted to confront the older woman with the truth, but found herself hindered when Ms. Lennon's eyes met hers. The contact made the Asian's stomach knot, but she couldn't figure out why. Her teacher seemed glad to see Yuki, but also relieved, almost as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders by Yuki's presence. Add to it, the look in her eyes said something completely different, something that didn't even remotely belong, and something Yuki couldn't place. It didn't make much sense, and it left Yuki paused with an arched eyebrow instead of saying her piece.
"You have no idea how happy I am to see you," Ms. Lennon said, bringing Yuki out of her stupor.
"Oh-Oh yeah?" she mumbled, clearly lost.
"Oh yeah! I, uh...I made a little deal with the students. I told them if we didn't get a model by Friday, I'd do it myself. I thought we'd have someone on the first day, all the sluts around here and all. If you skipped on me, I'd be up here instead. Like they don't think I'm a kid already!"
While Ms. Lennon gave a hearty chuckle, Yuki could only muster a nervous giggle. She had to admit the last point was true - Ms. Lennon barely looked like an adult. If some stranger were to walk into the art room right now, then the that person would probably assume Yuki was the teacher. Yuki was a little short, just a hair over five feet, but her teacher could barely look her eye to eye, and the figures didn't help anything
Yuki had been blessed with curves, nothing severe - her breasts weren't quite handful and her hips looked more like the results of a gym membership - but just enough to qualify as an hourglass. With a few rare exceptions (most of which were on the gymnastics team), the rest of the female students were even more developed, and they weren't afraid to show it. Some were slutty about it and wore something likely purchased from an adult store, while others like Yuki were the more sophisticated sort of display that flaunted just enough and maintained all the mystery. No doubt everyone thought the first group would sign up in a heart beat.
Ms. Lennon was nothing of the sort, and frequently went out of her way to conceal her slim, boyish figure. Had she not tripped that day in the hall and landed on Yuki, odds are no one else would know that she had the body of a middle school student, and Yuki kept it a secret. If she had to make a deal that risked her secret, it probably meant the classes were getting out of control. Either that or she wanted to let her secret out to the world.
Ms. Lennon continued, "So if you need anything, anything, just ask. I owe you big for this."
Then do it for me, was Yuki's first thought. She couldn't say it. Not after that speech instilled a sense of urgency within her. I have to do it now, Yuki thought, concealing a sigh. She could only hope this day would go by quickly. Or there was a sudden outbreak of the flu and everyone was absent. Or a bomb threat forced them all to leave early. Why did Ms. Lennon have to tell that story?
"How about starting with some place to put my clothes?" Yuki asked instead.
"You can leave your gear on my desk. I left a robe on it for between classes, and if you want it I moved my screen too," she replied with a...smile? She turned away as she finished speaking, but Yuki could have sworn her teacher was grinning before she faced the other way.
Due to the change in the room's layout for the day, Ms. Lennon's desk had been pushed all the way into a corner she usually kept as dead space. It wasn't a lack of decorations or anything aesthetic, it was an electrical oversight. The layout of the room left that corner receiving barely enough light to convince people a firefly was fluttering around even when all the lights were on at full blast. It was inconvenient to place anything there, so much so she had to place a desk lamp on it today just so she could grade assignments.
Oblivious to the area being well lit, Yuki closed the screen and began to disrobe, looking off into the cracks on the side to ensure no one walked in and started peeping. She really should have been watching the screens instead. They were white fabric, and very thin fabric at that. Diligently watching the screen itself would have revealed this, as well as the shadow cast by the desk lamp. While far from a striptease, Yuki's silhouette gave the prying eyes of her teacher a wonderful show.Of course, had Yuki been more vigilant, she wouldn't be in this mess or would have heard the rumors of Ms. Lennon's affair with one of the female students.
And had Yuki thought about it a little, she would have realized the offered screen shouldn't have been prepared before hand in this situation - between the door and the task Yuki seemed willing to perform, a modesty screen should have been unnecessary from Ms. Lennon's perspective. A less trusting person may have considered the situation illogical, and may have even taken this thought and then considered some sort of cabal, one that gets Ms. Lennon very close to exposed flesh in a less objectionable way or enacts some sort of deep rooted vengeance on girls similar to the peers who ridiculed her childish body when she was in high school. Yuki was not one of them. In her mind, Ms. Lennon, or Jackie as she let some of her students call her after the last bell, was incapable of such acts - a major reason she dismissed the screen problem - especially since she offered Yuki a robe.
Due to the kiln, the art room was usually kept cold to ensure the room would be comfortable, and Yuki was especially aware of it once she was bare (and for more reasons than the slight goosebumps that had begun to develop on her arms and legs). She saw Ms. Lennon adjusting the thermostat, but that never helps right away, and even Yuki had to admit that a slight chill would be necessary. During class it was something Yuki couldn't help, but between classes, especially with each teacher getting one free period, would be cruel even if it's only slightly uncomfortable. The cotton robe may have been only barely thicker than the screen and a size or two too smaller for Yuki - leaving her cleavage exposed from top to bottom, her dark areolas slightly visible, and the bottom of her toned behind uncovered - but it should make enough of a difference. It's not like sabotaging any more efforts at modesty made sense, right? Yuki would already bare it all. All this would do is let Ms. Lennon get an extended peek of these bits, and she wouldn't want that. No chance this was deliberate. Not in Yuki's mind anyway, which was still a few steps behind and didn't desire to catch up.
Yuki took her special seat on the small platform prepared at the new front of the class, which oddly left Yuki facing the door to the room. It gave her the chance to watch her classmates file in after the bell, and take in the looks adorning each of their faces. Surprise was obvious in each of them, but it differed elsewhere. Some were restrained excitement like Mr. Collins, and a select few gave a clear sign of wanton lust. Others were of minor embarrassment, an old fashioned modesty Ms. Lennon seemed to think long forgotten, one that meant this group's members would have as much trouble looking Yuki in the eye as Yuki would with them. The rest weren't shy, or at least not as shy as the rest of them. The grins on their faces were obvious revelling at Yuki's expense, grins that almost made the Asian blush. This is for Ms/ Lennon, she reminded herself, sucking up her embarrassment and donning a somewhat comfortable facade.
"Okay class," Ms. Lennon called after the late bell rang. "As promised, we have our model for the day. With that, today's assignment will be...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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