"Oh I'm very serious Martine!" Mr Johnson answered a little curtly. "It's tradition at this school." he paused. "..As is letting the Headmaster be the first to see the girls in the unifrom. Why don't you strip and put them on for me?" he looked her over.<br/><br/>"You do realise that you'll be having to strip and re-dress many many times during our classes. So you may as well get used to it here and now." he waited for her jaw to drop, then seeing her reaction continued. "This is afterall a school for teaching the most ancient art of all.... You'll be learning to become a Whore Martine. But not just any old common or garden whore. A Whore with a capital W. The most skilled, able to make their clients cum at will, or string them out for hours and hours. A job for life, and an income to surpass any celebrity" He waited.<br/><br/>"So come on Martine, I've got plenty of other girls to see today. Hurry up, STRIP!"