Author's notes: Everyone in this story is eighteen years or older.
There isn't any full, penetrative sex in this story. There is some girl-girl action -- consider yourself warned.
I hope you enjoy it.
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"Come on, you guys!" Beverley shook her head in frustration as she studied the scoresheet. "You people effortlessly write code for complex software, build websites, analyze operating systems, and do all kinds of mind-boggling stuff. Such poor scores on this post-course assessment? I just don't get it."
Her six students looked back at her. They were mostly youngsters in their final year of college. Having spent their entire lives in this small town, they found it difficult to compete with people from the major schools at job interviews and at the workplace. Beverley's company had started a soft skills course to empower the local people to give a more polished and sophisticated appearance for the job market.
Company sounded rather grand. It consisted of two people -- Beverley and Chris Lowe, her partner. They had named their enterprise CB Solutions and offered a variety of training, documentation, translation, and other services. This contract was their first major success. It was important for them to deliver good results.
"Well, the stuff you're teaching us is so different from anything we're used to." Larry Jensen was tall and slim and often spoke for all his colleagues. "I guess we just can't wrap our heads around it all."
"I don't think it's hard at all," said Beverly. "You guys would get it easily if you paid a little attention."
Her students looked at each other. They knew what she meant; most of them spent much of the time in class reading emails and texting on their phones.
"Uh, ma'am," said Derek. "We're just so used to being constantly in touch with our college workgroup and friends. It's hard to totally avoid using our phones."
Beverley shook her head in frustration. "I know you people are in tech school. And friends are important. I get it. But you're not learning what you're here for. How does that help anyone?"
"I suppose we could put our phones on silent for some time," said Elisa, thoughtfully. She was the only girl in this group. "But offline for an hour or more? That sounds almost cruel."
"Well, talk about it," said Beverley, hoping the kids could find a way around their phone obsession. She was close to thirty, but felt she didn't understand her students who were only a few years younger than her. "I can talk to your dean that you'll be offline for an hour, if that'll help. Tell me what I can do to help you engage fully. Class starts in ten minutes."
Beverley walked back through the empty corridors to the office she was using. The school had allowed their company to use a classroom and an office in the evening. The school's students and staff had left hours ago, and only her students and she were in the building.
"I talked to them, Chris," she said, when he picked up her call. "They don't see the irony in flunking the Communication module because they were messaging and reading emails."
"Get them aboard, Bev," her partner said. "We're hoping to get more people from their school, and use them as an example when pitching to companies that employ these youngsters."
"Yeah, we need to get into that market," Beverley agreed. "I've offered to talk to Dean Mellows. Let's see. How's the revision for the Leadership module coming along? I'll need it Tuesday."
They talked about the course material for a minute before ending the call. Chris was their content master -- he excelled in designing and producing course material for their training programs, while Beverley was the one who actually went out to conduct the programs. CHris would also grade the post-lesson assessment papers. The arrangement allowed Chris to stay put in the office, which suited him admirably.
"Hello, again, people," Beverley said, strolling into the classroom. It was meant to accommodate thirty students and looked rather empty with just six. "Today, we'll be discussing first impressions. That covers entering a room, posture, dressing, accessorizing, and other factors that ensure a great first impression. Are you ready to concentrate on Dress to Impress?"
"We've been discussing it, ma'am." Colin rose from his chair in the second row. "We'll all leave our phones in the locker we've been given if you'll put all your clothes there."
"What are you saying?" Beverley took an involuntary step back. She'd always feared that the other group would talk. "How can you ask such a thing?"
Elisa shrugged. "You did it for the other group. Taught a class naked, I mean. You can do it for us." Leaning her elbows on the desk, she smiled confidently up at Beverley from her seat.
"That was different! I lost a bet." Beverley spoke rapidly, as if that explained everything. "Besides, that was an all-girls group."
"That shouldn't make any difference, ma'am," said Wayne. "We're your students, same as them, and you're helping us concentrate and learn." He spoke earnestly, but Beverley knew he was laughing within.
"I can't do such things," Beverley protested, but her protest sounded weak even to herself. "The principal would kick us out if he found out."
"There's no school staff around," said Larry. "Even the security guys have left. So there's no fear."
"No, but," said Beverley. She could feel herself weakening. "You guys are putting your phones away, right? And you don't have pen cameras or anything? I don't want pictures, please.
"The name is Jeremy. Jeremy Hubbard, not James Bond." Jeremy spoke solemnly, and there was a small ripple of laughter. "We won't take any pictures secretly, ma'am."
"Well, I suppose it would be all right," said Beverley haltingly, as six pairs of eyes fixed on her hopefully. "Where's this locker you were talking about?"
"Ah, that was just a figure of speech, ma'am." Elia held her hands out while speaking. "We'll put our phones in it, but you don't need to lock away your clothes."
She'd tried to tell them not to call her madam, but they persisted. At twenty-one, thirty years must seem really senior and old. Beverley wondered if they'd still respect her after what she'd so easily agreed to do.
Derek produced a key from his pocket, and the other students all submitted their phones to him. Gathering them up, he paused at the door. "Back in a minute. Don't start without me!"
"See? He's already so committed to the lesson." Colin's tongue-in-cheek statement was met with howls of derision.
"He doesn't want to come back and find ma'am already naked," said Colin, sagely. "Watching her get there is half the fun."
"Ignore these perverts, ma'am," advised Elisa. "Start undressing whenever you want."
Beverley took a deep breath. The five of them looked at her eagerly, and she could sense their desire to see her nude. She wondered if they really found her attractive, or if it was just curiosity as to what an older woman looked like. Lowering herself to a stool, she unbuckled the sensible shoes she'd chosen for teaching duties. More irony, she thought -- getting naked to teach the Dress to Impress module. Turning away from her spectators, she carefully placed her shoes in a corner.
The door opening startled her and she spun around. Derek came in, somewhat out of breath, and Beverley chided herself for her fear. All she had done so far was remove her shoes.
"Run all the way, did you?" Elisa addressed Derek as he sank into his chair. There were chuckles from his friends. "Don't worry, you haven't missed anything important."
Only Elisa had noticed Derek was out of breath. The other men had their eyes firmly fixed on Beverley as she unbuttoned her cuffs and then her shirt. Elisa's eyes were flitting around the room, watching both Beverley's strip and the reactions of the five men in the room.
Beverley decided not to make an elaborate strip tease of it. Trying to be as unlike a stripper as she could, she hung her shirt on a chair and sat down on it to shed her charcoal gray pants. Folding them while still seated, she placed them on the chair and stood up.
"Wow!" More than one voice exclaimed as she stood up in her bra and panties. Beverley was glad she hadn't chosen a provocative set today; that would have given her students quite the wrong idea. Her full-support bra and regular panties weren't the least bit attractive in her view, but the men were whistling softly.
"You look lovely, ma'am," breathed Jeremy, as Beverley unhooked her bra. Pulling it down her arms, she placed it on the chair and hooked her thumbs in her panties. The room was absolutely silent as her students waited for her. With only a moment's hesitation, she slid her last garment down and bent from the knees to place it on the chair.
Beverley turned around to an uncannily still classroom. Her six students had their eyes fixed on her nude body and seemed to be collectively holding their breath. She stood for a moment, wondering what to do next. The phones were away and so were her clothes, she realized -- the conditions to start the class had been fulfilled. Turning to her laptop, she brought up the presentation she needed.
Elisa broke the silence. "I always wondered if that lovely, rich brown hair was natural," she murmured. Pointing to Beverley's pubic hair, she continued, "Yes, it is! Wow!"
"Uh, it's my natural hair color," said Beverley, coloring slightly as she saw where Elisa's finger was pointing. "I don't use dye or color on my hair."
"That's great!" Jeremy's gaze, Beverley noticed, was on her 34B breasts rather than her hair. "Uh, is everything else natural, too?"
"I think," said Beverley, with a somewhat forced smile, "that we should start our lesson. We have only fifty minutes left after this unscheduled activity." She paused, then looked at Jeremy with a widening of her smile. "But, yes. They're real."
The men whooped, Elisa smiled. Beverley started the slide show and started the lecture she'd rehearsed so many times. This time, she didn't lack attention. Her students had no phones and were eagerly devouring her nude body with their eyes.
"So is it clear?" Beverley asked, pausing after a few minutes.
"Well, the lighting could be better," said Colin. He ran his eyes up and down her body. "But yeah, clear enough."
"That's not what I meant!" Beverley was getting used to being nude now, and reacted with amusement rather than anger. "I meant, are you all getting what this course teaches?"
"Mmmm," said Larry, thoughtfully. "Actually, yes. Maybe it's putting away our phones, but I'm understanding this stuff much better today."
"Maybe it's the phones," said Wayne, deadpan. "Or maybe ma'am teaches better when nude."
