A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/School/Barely/After/Shriek
At that moment the door opened, rather quickly, just short of violently. In strode Guinevere Douglas—Gwen to her friends, but certainly not her students—a math teacher, and every schoolboy's fantasy. At a fit 37 and well endowed in front, she could easily be the first search result for "hot teacher". She knew this, and dressed the part as well. Today she wore a white top with a neckline that was just a little too low, a yellow cardigan (open), black pantyhose and a narrow gray skirt that was just a little too short. This was all carefully chosen to be within the bounds of good taste... barely. She completed the look with her red hair in a bun, and a pair of half size "granny glasses" which sat low on her nose, out of her way, as she didn't actually need them.
"Just what is going on in here?", she asked the room.
She'd had her suspicions about Mr. Vice for years. He was careful to be sure, but there were signs. Too many times to count she'd had girls come to her class, directly after his, in clothes that didn't pass muster, and apparently he'd said nothing. She of course addressed this immediately. "Miss Douglas" had her reputation to maintain. Then there was the time he filled in for the PE teacher and spent the day sitting down. Or that staff potluck where she found a pair of girl's panties in the back of his car. He immediately offered a completely innocent story about how they got there, but to her it sounded like just that, a story.
And now she was about to catch him in the act. She'd just been tidying up after her first class of the day when she heard an unmistakably girlish squeal come from his classroom across the hall. And five minutes after his students should have left, too. She looked around his classroom. Huh, well she'd caught him alone with a female student at least, already not ideal for a male teacher, but maybe not "in the act" exactly. He was apparently consoling her... hard to say if this was innocent or not. But she doubted it.
He looked up, trying to hide the alarm on his face. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong, but this wasn't a good situation, and Gwen was nosy as hell. At least about him. He thought quickly, and decided the truth, or something close to it, was the best way to go. Trying to get a child to play along with a cover story was tricky, but he knew Sally would back him up if he just went with the truth.
"Ah, Miss Douglas, lucky you came by. Perhaps a female touch is just what's needed here. Sally just had a bit of an embarrassing incident.", he said.
"Oh? And just what would that be?", she asked, still suspicious.
Mr. Vice remained silent, thinking the less he said himself the more believable it would be. He looked to Sally, encouraging her to speak. She wasn't at all happy to talk about it, and the fact is she didn't like Miss Douglas very much. She'd had her for math the previous year, and thought she was kind of mean, though boys seemed to like her. But put on the spot, and hoping Miss Douglas might really be able to help somehow, she went ahead and told her.
"I uhh, forgot my shorts... and panties too.", Sally admitted.
"And just why had you taken them off, young lady?", asked Gwen. Yep, there was that tone Sally hated.
"Nooooo, I never put them on at all this morning.", Sally protested. "I just forgot, I guess."
The idea of a 4th grader accidentally going to school commando was ridiculous. But coming from Sally, it was also believable. Gwen remembered her too, and the girl could indeed be ridiculous at times, especially about forgetting things.
"Well, let's see then.", said Gwen.
"What?", gasped Sally, unsure if she'd understood right.
"Take. Off. Your. Skirt.", Gwen said, speaking as if she thought Sally was slow. "I need to see if you're telling the truth."
James was shocked. Ordinarily he would be delighted to watch a girl undress, but he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Could female teachers really get away with this much more? Telling a girl to strip, just like that, and in front of man no less. Yes, a man who'd already seen everything, but she didn't know that. He wasn't much impressed by her attitude either. He ran a tight ship, in most respects, but he never talked to his students like that. And finally, this almost felt like a trap.
Sally couldn't believe it either. She looked back at James for guidance, face full of concern.
What does he do?