The teacher's smile widened.
"Excellent. I was hoping that you would pick this, the less seedy option. Class, we are about to learn a very valuable lesson about marketing."
In short order the teacher split the class into two groups. One group would try to sell the school supplies based solely on their worth, while the other would have to use Monica in some way in order to increase sales. Each group was to be allocated a different corner of the school grounds - much to Monica's horror, somewhere close to the pavement, so that the public could make purchases.
"Right." said the teacher "I'll give you a few minutes to discuss sales strategies amongst yourselves, then you'll hit the streets. Monica, since you're exempt from this discussion I'd like to have a quiet word with you, if I may."
With her hands covering her breasts, a red-faced Monica sidled over to the teacher's desk while the groups formed into circles. The teacher gave a sympathetic smile.
"I don't know why you're dressed like this, dearie, and I dare say it's none of my business, but... are you cold? You seem to be shivering."
Of course I'm shivering! Monica wanted to scream I'm practically naked!
"Listen, if you're cold then I have some clothes you can borrow."
"Oh my god, that would be amazing!" Monica gushed.
The teacher opened up her desk drawer, and pulled out a black bundle of cloth. It seemed very small. Tentatively Monica picked it up and unrolled it, and immediately her joy crashed down into despair. It was just a pair of knee-high socks.
"I know it's not much." the teacher offered "But if you're going to be outside for the next hour or so then every inch of material could help."
"I... I guess..."
It did kind of make sense. After sitting in a nearby chair, Monica kicked off her sneakers and, after making sure the groups were too busy to notice her, used both her hands to slide off her plain white socks, exposing her breasts to the world. She slid the black knee-highs up one leg, the warmth becoming apparant immediately, before hurrying into the second sock. Before she could retrieve her shoes, however, the teacher stood up and clapped her hands. The entire class turned to look at her and, as a result, straight at Monica. With a shriek she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Okay everyone, that's enough for now. Get out there and get selling!"
***
Monica stepped outside into the warm spring air. The Sex Sells group gathered around her, guiding her gently yet firmly to their designated corner. A gentle breeze caressing her bare skin was a powerful reminder that she was now outside dressed only in panties and socks. The group soon stopped on the very edge of the school grounds, where the grass met pavement. A wooden stall had been constructed by the woodwork class at the beginning of the school year, and this was to be their store. One of the boys emptied a sack of school supplies onto the wooden surface.
"Well?" somebody asked.
"Art supplies. Paint, paintbrushes, paint remover..."
"Okay." one of the girls, Linda, said. Monica knew her well; she was always the leader during these marketing classes. "This works right into our favour. Monica, if you could please remove them?"
"Oh, uh, my socks?"
A wicked grin spread across Linda's face. "Not quite."
Before Monica could react, hands behind her grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked them down to her ankles. For the second time in as many minutes she squealed in surprise and move her hands to cover her exposed pussy. A firm shove from behind made her step out of her panties, and they were quickly whisked away
"Hey, I get those back at the end, right?" she asked.
Nobody answered.
"Okay." said Linda "Mark? You're good at art, right?"
Monica looked over at the dark haired Mark, one of her crushes at the school. He was always so brooding, so artistic. At the moment he was trying to use his sketchbook to hide the buldge in his pants, his eyes locked on Monica's body.
"Mark?"
"Yeah?" he replied, snapping out of it.
"Art. Good at. You?"
"Sure, sure."
"Good. Then we'll need you to..."