I thought my new Ancient History professor was adorable. He was an older man, with silver hair and a gray goatee, glasses, and a tall, thin build. He had such a sweet voice and nice look in his eyes, that I developed a crush on him almost immediately. And I couldn't be sure, but I thought I caught him watching my large bottom bounce and jiggle when I would leave the classroom. I was pretty sure but couldn't be certain.
I was a junior at an Ivy League school when I enrolled in his class. I am somewhat proud of my thick red hair, slender shoulders, and small waist, but I melt if I see a man enjoying the sight of my exceptionally wide hips and large backside. I like to wear clothes that show off my rear end and its enormous curves, and I have to admit that my big butt needs a lot of attention to make me happy.
So I was interested when I saw the professor had posted an ad asking for a Teacher's Assistant. I signed up and went to meet him in his office for an interview. I wore a thin, delicate blouse, and a clinging, light pink skirt, to show off my best features as I entered his office and prepared to talk with him one on one for the first time.
In his office, I deliberately turned away from him to hang up my jacket, and took a moment to show him the full size of my big ass, and to make it jiggle a little for him as I fumbled with my coat. I swayed a little side to side to make sure he was looking right at my huge rump until I finally got my jacket hung and I turned to face him. I could see he was staring right at my big, wide hips and I smiled and said, "Hello."
"Hello Emily," he answered with that sweet voice. "Have a seat, won't you."
I turned a little so he could see my giant bottom and I said, teasingly, "I already have one, sir." I patted my own huge butt.
He laughed. "Yes, of course you do. And a lovely one it is. But I was hoping you might sit down."
I blushed at the compliment. I was hoping he was a "Big Butt" man of course, and that I had been right about him watching my big, fat rump jiggle when I walked. I still couldn't tell for sure. I took a moment to straighten my skirt and I sat down across from his desk.
"Well Emily, let me tell you what I am looking for, " he said. "I am part of a group of Ancient History fanatics, as well as being a professor, and we are trying to create an accurate role play historically to represent various eras of history. We have bought an old farmhouse and turned it into a castle of sorts, and we are missing a few types of people to create the realism we need."
I was very interested. "So you would need me to play a role of some kind. What sort of role would that be?"
"Well, Emily, to put it delicately, I would be portraying an early Egyptian King and I am looking for a lovely young lady to be my slave girl. I understand if this would not appeal to you," he said a little nervously.
I almost moaned with pleasure at the thought of this. I would be his slave girl!