Manufactured Misfortune/Day1 MsJune's Aid
Rather than push through your sweaty classmates to use the outside exit, you leave through the gym and just pass the gym teacher's office when someone calls for you.
"Mr. Harrison, could you come here please?"
Startled by the voice you turn back and see Ms. June leaning out from her office. She waves you over and leans back into the room, out of sight. Not wanting to anger a teacher you do as told and enter her office.
It wasn't the most spacious area, you must admit, big enough for a single desk in the center and enough room to comfortably walk around either side without hitting it or a cabinet. The room itself was situated right between the two changing rooms, and from the doorway you see a door to the boy's locker room to your right and the girl's door to your left. For obvious reasons the gym teacher and all the coaches only have keys to the locker room they themselves would use.
Ms June is behind her desk, facing away from you as she digs through a sports bag on the floor, giving you an excellent view of her backside as she bends over. She has a great body, with sizeable hips and legs, shapely boobs and ass, and a long braid of dark brown hair stretching down her back. You freely admire the view of her butt in a pair of bike shorts (which up close seem a little small on her) for a moment more before speaking up.
"Yes, Ms. June? Need something?"
"One moment, please."
She continues to look through the bag before finally turning around, a set of clothes in her hand. Setting those on the desk she puts her hands on her hips and looks to you.
"Don't mind those, I'm gonna shower soon myself. Now, Ron, I was hoping you could lend me a hand before your next class."
"Sure, all I have left is study hall so I'm more or less free for the day."
"Excellent. Now then, as to what I need you for..."