There's no way this getup is up to the dress code, and that'd spell trouble for me. I'm one more detention away from getting "one on one disciplinary session" with Luna! And judging from how much moaning and screaming I hear from her office, I don't want to find out what's going on in there! Well, maybe a little, but noo! Sexytimes are supposed to be fun and giggly, not screamy and scary!
I'd try to sneak into the school through the back door. It's usually locked, but I got the keys from the janitor in exchange for letting him motorboat my tiddies. That poor guy was so pent up, he practically came after feeling my nipples rub against his cheek! Anyway, after whipping the keys out of my hair and letting myself in, I'd sigh with relief and...
...Run straight into Mr. Cranky.
He'd take one look at me and start lecturing about following the dress code, but I can see right through him. It's the same-old guy stare: One tiddy, other tiddy, then slowly drift down to the hem of my skirt. Seriously! Maybe I should start wearing super short skirts and let them have a good look at the goods, they all seem to want it badly.
Ohh, Mr. Cranky. He's trying so hard to appear serious. I can totally see his bulging erection though. The lecture is just a formality, he's just waiting for me to offer him something "good" in return for turning a blind eye.
I don't want to be stuck here and wait for Luna herself to find me, so I hurry things along. I slowly lift up my skirt and wiggle my eyebrows at Cranky. "Oh, you mean this skirt? They're too short?"
He'd totally blush super hard and stutter about my inappropriate, snug-fitting top. I can see him staring at my left tiddy, it's the one with the nipple poking out above the bra. I ask him what's wrong with the top, I totally don't see this "visible nipple" that he's talking about! Maybe he could feel it and point out where it is?
I grab his shaking hand and brush his finger right up against the nipple.