Izumi rounds the corner, her heart sinks. So close! But the backs of the girls are to her and she dashes back around the corner thankfully without the girls seeing her.

This was so embarrassing, her cheeks were a beat red, her ass hurt not to mention the bottom of her feet given the irregular ground. Fortunately it hasn't been any gravel yet. She swings her gaze to the sports field in the distance, good, she still had time.

While the spare clothes of the students would be locked up Izumi dirty clothes might be found … they would have to do.

She rushes around the building looking for a rear entrance or window, she just had to get inside!

Izumi seems to catch a break this time as there is an open window into the gym. But things take a turn for the worse when she hears someone shout, "It's her! It's the streaker!" She's just been spotted. Hopefully, she'll be able to get inside before they find out it's her.

Yes!

She heads to the open window but her triumph is short lived as she hears a shrill voice calling out that she's been discovered. She never moved as quick in her life! Diving head first through the open window she crosses her hands in front of her face in an “X” tumbling as she lands.

She's no gymnast or athlete and while tumbling through the window she shouts out as her left shoulder aches as it takes the brunt of the impact as she rolls in place.

Tears form at the corners of her eyes. Damn that hurt!

But she sucks it up seeing that she did not even have the luxury of seeing how far the voices were as she gets up, looks around and blindly rushes towards the first door she sees wincing in pain, hoping that this was the right way.

Luckily, the gym was still empty as she suspected. But now that she had been spotted, it wouldn't be long before it was swarming with other girl to look at her and likely even torment her. When she does get to the locker room though, she would find her lock on the ground cut.

The locker room is closest so she heads there she hopes banking on the fact that she wasn't to disorientated.

She checks her locker first only because it was closer than the dirty hamper only to find that someone has broken into it and stolen her extra gym clothes. She grits her teeth in frustrated anger though her heart still slams against her chest.

It was almost as if someone hit her with the Evil Eye! Tears stream down her cheeks she bangs her head against the lockers in frustration though that was a mistake that she becomes aware o at once as it gives away her position. To the dirty clothes, there was still some hope as hurt as she was she dashes at her cheeks with her good arm.

Even the hope for dirty clothes was dashed as there none to be found. It seemed it was laundry day as well. Now she had no way to cover up and was trapped. It was likely other girls were gathering to find Izumi and shame her.

She was growing desperate and concerned. No clothes, a hoard of girls closing in on her she rushes into the office of the PE instructor, hoping to lock herself in and possibly go out the window seeing how the instructor had the key but there were two problems with this she would find.

Izumi had never been in her before and sees that the windows are small like in a basement. She can't get out of the room and there is no lock on this door. Still she closes it and rushes to the desk her hiding beneath it, silent tears streaking down her cheeks as she hugs her knees to her chest.

The girls suddenly storm the locker room looking for Izumi, one calling out that she has some rope to tie her up with. Another says she brought toys to use on her. For a couple of moments Izumi seems safe, but they realize they haven't checked the gym teacher's office. The door burst open...

Suddenly Izumi found herself back in a classroom, fully dressed with the exception of panties. This appeared to be the room for detention though.

Her eyes shoot opened! A dream! Thank God for that! Her heart is beating rapidly in her chest and she comes to her senses rather quick. Her vision is very myopic and so she realizes her contacts are both in.

With some minor manipulation on his part Izumi thinks that she just drifted off to sleep in this boring detention of Mister Rollins class! Yum! Mister Rollins was so dreamy and while he was a substitute it was clear that she was drawn to him because he look so much like Jake.

She was in a physics class though she had not been the only one to share in detention today.

She did not know what made her moist between her thighs, perhaps it was the fact that she could get caught her as her right hand casually drifts beneath her skirt, images of Mister Rollins pressing her up against the black board and drilling into her virgin sex as he induced her into imagined carnal pleasures.

Wraith takes advantage of Izumi's infatuation for this teacher, making her imagine him bending her over his desk as he thrusts into her sex. He would give her a playful slap on her ass occasionally, asking if she likes it this way. There would even be a few other students watching this, turning Izumi into an exhibitionist in her own mind.

She pictures it all too well, Rollins bending her over and the other two students her watching her get deflowered. When it came to women she was a dom but an unsure one. When it came to men though she liked being controlled to a certain degree.

Oh how she'd love that! Being so full of him. Feeling his hand graze against her ass in that heated way, the thought alone was getting her wet.

He even comments on the fact that she's already for him, no panties and quiet moist. The thought alone nearly makes her cream herself! Her finger rolls about her clit, she bits her inner cheek to stifle a moan of pleasure from giving her away as her eyes close against these images.

Wraith would not let up on her. She soon finds herself up against a window, her bare breasts pressed against the glass as the teacher continues to fuck her. Some students outside could see this and watched the whole thing. The teacher would ask if she liked being watched like this, whispering it into her ear. His hand moving down rubbing her clit.

Oh God yes!

She was no exhibitionist but that thought was so hot. All the girls talked about Mister Rollins and in a way she got to show off what she had. She rubs her clit harder at that thought imagining him pushing into her heated folds.

She whimpers a little, trying to stifle that sound as her eyes shoot open and looks around. She freezes until all eyes are off her then begins stroking her heated flesh anew.

Izumi wasn't getting off that easy. The images continues to be forced into her mind. Mr. Rollins now had her completely nude and tied down to his desk. He would tape small bullet vibrators to her nipples and one to her clit, turning them on before shoving his cock back in. He had also kept her blindfolded so she couldn't see what would happen next.

Good God!

Her nipples and clit were quite arouse. Her inner thighs had been moist with her desires as she pictured such incredible things. She moans, a soft moan but it sounds like a cherished shout to her ears. Her eyes spring open nervously hoping that neither the professor or the other two students didn't hear.