Thread: Robert's Rules (Potatolord and skittish_butterfly)

Eve didn't really like the way he looked at her, as if her gesture of opening the door for him earned her nothing. Fine. She would just keep it up. She could do it for a week, just swallow her pride and get it over with. He sat in his usual seat even though the room was empty, so she sat in her chair two, front seat second row from the left. Mr. Robert started a lecture, the tone boringly familiar but Eve forced herself to pay attention. Whether she passed or failed this class was at stake. He was reassuring her she had a chance at redemption. Oh great, she thought, a review! We covered this on Friday already when he told her to show up early if she wanted to pass. She didn't say anything though, not wanting to risk the credit, and managed to keep her eye roll subtle enough she hoped he wouldn't notice. Teacher's pet, yes, yes, she got it. She uncrossed her legs under the desk and recrossed the other way to mask her impatience. If he was really going to drone on like this until the class arrived, well, it would be extra credit bought at a high price. But she would do it. What choice did she have? Then he brought out the weird bag, pulled something flimsy out and passed it to her, his words not making sense. Something about vibrating panties? What the hell did that mean? She looked at them with her nose in the air, very skeptical. He actually wanted her to wear them. He was some kind of underwear fetish guy? This was sick, but she thought about it and managed to refrain from calling him a perf to his face. She started to get up when the class bell rang. Kids streamed in around her, and she saw an odd little smirk on Mr. Robert's face. She didn't raise her hand, just got up like she normally would to go the restroom. She had the creepy things rolled up in her hand and held in front of her where no one should see them. But Mr. Robert coughed to get her attention. She sat back down as his eyes practically demanded it. Then he whispered to her about doing everything he said or no extra credit. Well duh, she thought. That's what the teacher's pet deal was. But he insisted still she had to put the weird panties on even after announcing no one was allowed out of the room for the next two hours. Oh dear. She looked around as casual as she could. She was suddenly glad Mark was sitting all the way on the other side in back. The teachers in the other two classes she shared with him had let her sit next to him when she asked, and she knew it was only a matter of time until he asked her out. But that would have been over if she had to do this sitting right next to her. Hey Dweeb, she whispered to a geeky do-good next to her. Would you sharpen my pencil for me? He jumped up, as she knew he would. With the worst out of the way, she was pretty sure she could hide it from everybody else. She tugged a little through her skirt, until her pink panties were at her knees which she kept together, and then wriggled until they slipped to her ankles and the floor. Her hand with the strange panties held them over the toe of one designer shoe, reaching under her desk to do it like she was scratching an itch. She had her foot through, with the fabric hanging from that ankle. The hard part was getting the other ankle through, but she managed it by dropping her notebook and picking it up slowly. She had them pulled up to her knees by the time geek-boy was back. Then it was a matter of a coughing fit with a lot of wriggling in her set to work them up under the skirt. They weren't settled right, and she felt kind of a lump in the back of them. Eve stood up to check something written on a side board, casually readjusting the panties through her skirt, always adjusting a side she held away from the class, until they were on and snug and she succeeded. Eve sat down, feeling a little out of breath, but strangely proud of herself. She could do this, and she was going to pass, and the world wasn't as bleak as she'd worried it might be if she had failed. All she had to do was wear a pervert's panties for a couple hours. No sweat.