[Helmhood]

helmhood2

"Sure thing, Jenna," he laughs.

One of the other boys behind you points, and calls over his friend.

daring_burlinski

I finish removing my shoes and pick them up. "There, now stop please."

helmhood2

You feel the cool waxed floor beneath your toes. For the moment, Tim lifts his hands away. The rest of the students start to circle around you.

Then suddenly, a young man who works for the museum comes through one of the doorways. He glances over at your group, surrounding you, and asks, “Is everything all right, Miss?"

daring_burlinski

"Oh, uh, yes. We were just discussing... this statue here."

helmhood2

The man nods his head, and proceeds to move our through the opposite doorway. You are once more alone in the gallery with just the fifteen high school students.

With them still watching you, the blonde girl inches close and says, "Now, how about posing... exactly like that statue!"

daring_burlinski

"I already told you I can’t. I would get in so much trouble, and it would be humiliating!"

helmhood2

Tim eyes a sculpted bust nearby, the marble head of a famous person, and he calls to one of his classmates, "Hey... let me toss this to you, try to catch it!"

daring_burlinski

I realize that my pride will have to be given in exchange for the students’ behavior. "Ok, I’ll do it, just don’t break anything! These things are priceless.

helmhood2

The boy, who was truly about to pick up the sculpture, looks at you in surprise.

Sensing your vulnerability, the teenage girl says, "Better lose that skirt, Miss Burlisnki. I'm sure it won't break into a million pieces if it falls to the floor."

daring_burlinski

I close my eyes and pretend I am just changing in my room. My hands slowly move to the buttons and zipper of the skirt. I undo them and the skirt easily falls to the ground.

helmhood2

This gives the high school students a chance to check out your shapely bare legs. One of the boys remarks, "She has nicer legs than our teacher."

While some of the girls giggle, the blonde next to you says, "Step out of the skirt."

daring_burlinski

I take a step forward, parting me from skirt.

helmhood2

With these young men and women surrounding you, the whole group watches. In between soft laughter, there also seems to be a breathless excitement from some.
You hear a student behind you talking to his friend, "Is she going to take off everything?"

daring_burlinski

I look to Tim and the blonde for their answer.

helmhood2

Tim lifts his head, sharing a glance with the blonde girl, and then the teenager says, "Miss Burlinski, I'd like you to show us the paintings over on that wall." And he points to the other end of the gallery.

daring_burlinski

I lower my hands and try to pull my blouse down to cover as much as possible as I walk to the painting. I turn to face the wall and have to bend over slightly so I can read the information on the wall out loud.

helmhood2

It is a Renaissance painting, and it is in the style that uses voluptuous women as the subject of the art. As the students line up behind you, they look at the painting, and then at you, barefoot and with your blouse covering your panties.

Then the blonde girl tells you, "Show us your bottom, Miss Burlinski... so we can compare."
daring_burlinski

I sigh and slowly raise my blouse up to reveal my bottom to the students.

helmhood2

There is a titter of giggles from the group assembled behind you.

One girl teases, "Nice cotton panties! I wonder where she got them!"

While there is more laughter, Tim speaks to you saying, "No, Jenna, I think she meant your bare bottom. Take them off."

daring_burlinski

"Take my panties off...do I have to? And it’s Miss Burlinski!"

helmhood2:

"Sorry, Miss Burlinski," the boy answers with sarcasm, but moves over to put his hand near the painting. It looks like he is about to run his fingers down the old canvas. "Unless, you would rather take off your blouse."

daring_burlinski

"No, no, I’ll lower my panties...ugh" I lower my hands and pull my panties down util my bottom is on display. "There, how’s that?"

helmhood2

Most of the students enjoy the sight of your cheeks, smooth and curved.

However, this time it is the blonde girl who reminds you, "I think Tim said to pull them off, Miss Burlinski."

daring_burlinski

"Fine...." I use a hand to pull the panties down to my knees and let them too fall to the floor.

helmhood2

It seems a dozen pairs of eyes must have followed the cotton descent… all the way to your ankles and bare heels. Standing in front of you, and to the side of the painting, the teenage girl runs a finger along the edge of the gilded frame.

She gives you a wink and tells you, "Reach into or under your shirt, unfasten the clasp, and pull out your bra."

daring_burlinski

I beg her to stop making me do this, even as my hands work under my shirt and unclasp and remove my bra

helmhood2

"Stop making you do what, Jenna?" she teases you, waiting for you to drop the bra to the floor of the museum gallery.

daring_burlinski

As my fingers let go of my bra, I say, "Stripping in the museum."

helmhood2

She giggles, and Tim grins. Other boys in the class are checking out how the shirt tails of your blouse only just hides your bottom. The girls are making fun of you.

And then it is Tim who says, stretching out his arm, "Show us the paintings on that side, Miss Burlinski. On the other wall, over there."

daring_burlinski

Again, trying to keep my blouse covering as much as possible, I approach the other wall and read the info.

helmhood2

Unlike before, the teenage boys and girls are paying close attention, and walk behind you, following your barefoot steps. There is a hint of jiggle as you move and one of the girls says to her friend, "She must feel crazy hot... I think she's naked under that shirt!"

While this is going on, other students have retrieved you bra and panties, your skirt and shoes near the statue.

daring_burlinski

I see them collecting my other clothes and hope they take good care of them.

helmhood2

The blonde girl, who drove to the museum with you, slides up behind you.

"Do you need to undo a few buttons, Miss Burlinski?" she continues to tease, whispering in your ear.

daring_burlinski

"N-n-no"

helmhood2

The sixteen-year-old now traces a finger around your ear. "Really? Not just a few? The boys are watching," she grins, moving next to you.

daring_burlinski

"Please don’t…"

helmhood2

Now she stands away from you, and moves over to the side of the painting you are standing in front of. At her signal, Tim steps over across from her, standing on the opposite side. His hand glides toward the edge of the frame.

The girl looks at you and says, "It would be so embarrassing if one of these very valuable paintings, suddenly just fell off the wall!"

daring_burlinski

"Alright" I whisper, completely defeated. My hands move from top to bottom, undoing each button.

helmhood2

As the flaps of the sides of the blouse start to open, the blonde girl walks toward you, and takes the top of your shirt in her fist, she brings it down, just enough to expose your bare shoulder.

"Wow," someone gasps behind you. "That's also nice and round."

There are even a few whistles from the group.

daring_burlinski

I stare straight ahead, bracing for whatever she will do next.

helmhood2

Instead, it is Tim who says, "Jenna, pull the shirt down in back of you, while holding it open, so that it just covers your butt."