Monica, ignoring all the side-ways stares, trudges into marketing holding her panties at her side. She is already late, and the last one to arrive. Due to budget cuts over the year matched by the popularity of marketing for it's real-word uses, it was a very crowded classroom and Monica had no where to sit. She stood off to the side holding her panties closesly to her crotch and looking on. The teacher looks at her, the only standing student, and smiled slyly. "Class, looks like we have the perfect volunteer for today lesson", she spoke loudly in a commandeering voice. She points subtly the board.
The board near the front read in big letters "SEX SELLS".
The class, when noticing Monica, stared almost ominously. Then the teacher, Mrs. Farfaix, gave the class two options. "Class, sex does sell. It's an unfortunate part of our society, but it is true. We have here, Monica, who will help us today. Monica, if you would come here."
Monica, did, still clinging the panties to her crotch.
"Put those on quickly, but I can't promise you they'll stay on."
Monica, who was more than happy standing off to the side covering her sex, was now forced to briefly uncover and dress herself at command.
"Good, darling", Mrs. Farfaix let out in almost a cooing sound, "Now we will be faced with two options, and because marketing is a democratic process, you all will choose. Monica, being the subject, will have no vote. Class, we are in charge of selling school supplies. There has been a recent drop in demand and you will use the principle of "Sex Sells" to sell the items. Due to this being a school environment, there will be no penetration of Mrs. Monica. If selling products seems too hard, we'll conduct a study again. What will Sex Sell for if given nothing tangible? Monica, for the remainder of class period, may be rented out to anyone who has twenty dollars. They will rent her for twenty minutes, and no more. In the latter case, Monica may be stripped, painted, have her panties sold, told to piss herself, I don't care. But listen to me, and listen to me good. There will be nothing sexual done to Monica that constitutes more than a grope whether she wants it or not. Am I clear."
The class, almost in an excited uproar, murmured in agreement.
Monica felt like a whore. Sure, she wouldn't be having sex for money, but her body was still being sold to either be humiliated, profited from, or to get sexual desire from. She put on a smile, as if only an automatic trait from this class, "The Salesman's Smile", and glanced up to see the class vote to which they picked...
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