All characters are at least 18 years old.
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Hank
Class today was going to be as hard as I was. Most of the students were already in the classroom before I got there, and I settled in quickly, spreading my things out on the desk.
"Good morning, everyone," I declared, turning to the blackboard, chalk in hand. "Today we're going to be talking about Maslow's hierarchy of needs, before moving onto attachment theory." I turned back to the class, eyes locking onto Jean immediately. She was in another baggy zip-up hoodie, with a ratty t-shirt underneath. And another skirt that went halfway down her thighs. It was November already; either she was one of those people whose legs didn't get cold, or she was persevering just to show off for me. Which was pretty fucking hot. "Who can tell me the five main stages of the hierarchy?" I asked.
Jean was among those who raised their hands, but before I could call for her answer, the blonde bombshell next to her began speaking out of turn.
"Physiological, safety, love and belonging, esteem, and self-actualization needs, in descending order of importance," said Lexi, smiling confidently. She was incredibly attractive, and was looking stunning as usual in her outfit of a tight sweater and skinny jeans. Based on features alone, she looked like she could have gotten into any sorority she wanted, if our college were part of the Greek system. Yet the look she had in her eyes sometimes, and the disarming vulpine grin she frequently wore, told of a very different personality beneath it all. But like I said, it was hard to not notice beauties like her in this job.
Jean was glaring at her, and doing a very poor job of hiding it. Lexi simply smirked at me, awaiting my response. From my estimate, Lexi seemed to simply flirt wherever she went; she wasn't targeting me or anything. Sometimes I wondered though, with how often she came to see me in my office.
"That's right. But please wait until I call on you next time," I noted before turning back to the board and drawing a tiered pyramid. "When represented visually, we use a pyramid to demonstrate the importance of each stage. As you can see, at the bottom we have physiological needs. These include what, class?"
Again hands were raised around the room. Jean's shot up fervently while she gave Lexi a dirty look. Her name was just forming on my lips before Lexi interrupted again.
"Physiological needs are things we need to survive. Food, water, shelter," she answered mildly, the only trace of mischief evident solely in her eyes. Jean looked appalled at her audacity, visibly fuming.
"Correct, but again, wait until I call on you, Lexi," I replied, my tone a bit clipped.
"Right, sorry," she said, looking anything but.
"Anyway. Next we have security needs, which are pretty self-explanatory. Good health, safety from danger, and nowadays we can even include financial stability. Can anybody explain what comes next?"
This time Jean was the transgressor, blurting out, "Love and belonging needs. Friends, family, trust, any sense of community can fall under this section." She and Lexi were starting to get looks from the other students now, though thankfully I wasn't included in the unfolding drama. I frowned at her sternly, and she seemed to shrink. "Sorry."
Probably best if I don't ask any more questions, or these two will be at each other's throats before long.
I wrote their answers on the board, then turned back to move on. "So. Next we have--"
"Esteem needs," Lexi cut in, simultaneously sneering at Jean. "Respect for oneself, and respect from others. Status, fame, a sense of ability and achievement, and a need for independence and freedom."
"Which is separate from the last one, self-actualization," Jean added fiercely. "The manifestation of a person's full potential."
They had the attention of the entire class now, who were openly watching the match between the girls. I felt like I was in high school. The two of them were acting like children. I sighed and set down my chalk, walking up to the front row and folding my arms, a deep scowl on my face. "Would you girls like to take over the class?" I growled sarcastically.
They both looked ashamed, Jean more so than Lexi. "No, sir," they mumbled concurrently. I took a deep breath before grunting in acknowledgement, making my way back behind my desk. There was a sense of urgency, because I had to hide the raging erection I'd just grown. Two beautiful college girls calling you "sir"? My head was back in the gutter.
The rest of the lecture went rather smoothly. The girls had been cowed into silence, and I refrained from prompting responses from the class, instead describing why Maslow arranged the needs in a hierarchy. We moved on to attachment theory, which addressed how the way parents interacted with their infant children affected how said children formed relationships even into adulthood. Curiously, Jean looked like she was feeling some discomfort at the subject, further enforcing my suspicion that her family life was lacking.
"And I believe that's all we have time for today," I announced, with students already rising from their chairs. "I know it's Thanksgiving weekend, but please begin reading Chapter 9 over break!" The sounds of affects being packed and some light conversation warranted me raising my voice, as usual. "When we come back, we'll be going over parenting styles. Try not to forget everything during the holiday. And happy Thanksgiving, everybody!"
