Loughborough University:
Emma rushes towards her class. Her arms were packed with the dress she made, which was protected. She could feel the strap for her backpack slipping off her shoulder and down her left arm.

“Damn! Damn!” Emma had slept through her alarm clock and would have been even later having Peter hadn’t gotten her up. As it was, she only had a few minutes to get to class. Her instructor was the type that if you aren’t in a class by the time the bell rang. You were locked out of class.

Just as she slips into class, the bell rings. She looks at her instructor with a smile on her face.

“You barely made it, Ms. Taylor.” Professor Walker looks at Ms. Taylor as she squeezes past the classroom door.

“Sorry about that, Mrs. Walker.” Emma was glad she made it.

“Now, if you’ll take your station and prepare your assignment.” Mrs. Walker closes the classroom door and walks towards the front of the class.

“Yes, ma’am.” Emma walks over to her station and arranges her dress on the mannequin.

“All right, class, I will assign you a model, or you can model your creation yourself. Once you are ready, we will head towards the runway, and I want you to model your creation.” Mrs. Walker looks at everyone as she speaks.

“I would like to see George display his dress.” Anna looks at Emma when she says that.

Emma looks at Anna. “I don’t know. I know a few men that would wear his creation.”

“I don’t think he swings that way.” Anna knew how George was. He had a reputation of being a lady’s man.

He was the type that liked to love them and leave them. He screwed over a good friend, seduced another one, and got her pregnant. According to what her friend told her, he drugged her and left her at a hotel.

George looks over towards Anna and Emma. He knew how Anna felt about him. He didn’t care. She wasn’t anyone important. Emma, on the other hand, knew she was an American student that dressed and acted like Baby Spice from the Spice girls. He also knew she also song with several other people, had been putting on shows as if they were the real Spice Girls.

Lately, she has been outshining him as a fashion designer ,and he didn’t like that. He had always been top of the class until she showed up. He couldn’t stand the fact that an American bimbo like her was upstaging him.

“All right, come and select your models and get ready to show me your creations.” Mrs. Walker motions for several women to come into the classroom.

George spots a nice brunette that would be a nice model to display his creation. He approaches her .“I would like you to display my creation.”

Cameron didn’t mind modeling the dress. She follows the designer and lets him fit it to her measurements. She could tell right away that the dress too was to tight on her body.

“Suck it in.” George could tell the dress was tight on this girl.

“You need to lose some weight if you’re going to be a model.” George pulls the seam tight on the dress.

“My weight is fine, jerk. Your dress isn’t cut right.” Cameron looks at George as he tightens the seam.

George stabs Cameron with a pin.

“Ouch!”

“Don’t move.” George finishes what he was doing.

Emma goes behind a screen and changes out of her street clothes and slip the dress on that she designed. It fit her like a glove. She was glad she wore thong panties today, instead of the bikini cut ones. She checks herself and makes sure the dress was fitting right.

Emma turns to look at Anna “how do I look?”

Anna stops what she was doing and look at Emma “you look nice. I like the design.”

“Me too.” Beverly liked how Emma’s dress made Emma look cute.

“Thanks, Beverly.” Anna couldn’t believe her model was on Emma’s side.

“All right class, get your models lined up to walk down the runway.” Mrs. Walker watches as everyone arranges their models.

One by one, the models and students line up to walk down the runway. Emma watches several models go first and concentrate on walking like they do when it’s her turn. When the model wearing George’s clothes walk down the runway, the seams start splitting, and the material starts tearing.

She ignores what is going on as she displays George’s design. When she returned to the start area, the dress barely covered her. She walks up to George and slaps him on the face.

“Ouch! That had to hurt.”

Emma heard that from one of the other students waiting to display their creations. She starts walking down the runway, showing off her design. She may not be a professional model like some women who went before her. However, she does a good job walking like a trained model.

When Emma gets back, one of the models looks at her. “Are you sure you have never modeled?”

“I’m sure this is my first time.” Emma liked how she looked walking down the runway.

“Well, for an amateur, you did well.”

“Thanks.” Emma felt proud of herself after that statement.

Mrs. Walker called everyone together and made comments about each outfit that had been submitted. Everyone listened intently when Mrs. Walker criticized George’s creation and how he should have left the extra fabric for the seams and done a better job on the stitching.

“As for your creation Ms. Taylor, you did a good job on it. You could do a few things to improve on it, but otherwise. Nice job.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Walker.” Emma couldn’t wait to tell the guys.

“Now, I want to go over a few things with you. Go ahead and take your break, and we’ll continue when you return.”

Emma changes out of her dress and puts it away carefully. She looks over toward George and feels sorry for him. She knew how hard he worked, but he should have known better.

After changing, Emma goes and grab herself something to drink.