(Author's note: this story intertwines with other works I have done. The timeline in this storyline takes place before ENM Intertwined: Rorke Pt. 1. All characters involved in this story arc are 18+ in age and the story is mostly ENM/CFNM in case that is not your interest. Please enjoy!)
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I teach college mathematics at a university close to home. I started as a new professor only about four months ago. In such a short time, my students find me to be 'strict' with my curriculum. They say I assign too many assignments, I always scold people who don't solve equations correctly, and I am only in it to get the chance to brag to my colleagues about having the smartest students on campus. Only problem is, I can't seem to motivate my students to work harder on improving their scores to get any significant notoriety. It is this ulterior motive that will eventually lead me into having one of the most embarrassing experiences in my life.
"Alright, listen up imbeciles." My comment invited looks of scorn from my students. "I was hoping to inform my colleagues by now about how my pupils became so bright under my tutelage. Only problem is...all of you seem determined to treat math like this is some kind of elective course..."
"This is an elective course for some of us." The red haired girl in the front row scoffed. Scarlet was her name. She was a smart girl and was currently dating one of my best friends but she loved to start trouble.
I enjoyed ignoring her.
"What is it going to take to get you howler monkeys to get your grades up?" It was a rhetorical question but one that started some murmuring among my students.
Scarlet spoke on their behalf. "How about we make a deal Professor Finn?"
This should be good. "Speak."
"If this whole class scored 80% on the next test or higher, you show up next class in a costume of our choosing and have to wear it for the rest of the day." Scarlet smiled evilly. "That'll motivate us nicely."
"Ha! Fine!" I mocked. "Tell you what, 80% or above and I will wear your costume, but if you all score 90% or higher I will go through the whole day in nothing but my underwear!" I meant it as a joke of course but the suggestion lit a fire in their eyes.
"80% or higher equals costume, 90% or higher equals undies," Ingrid, the dark-skinned fashionista validated the conditions. "You'll give us your word you will go through with it?"
I hesitated for only a moment. I was quite confident this lazy classroom wasn't going to collectively score so high. So why hold back if all this will do is motivate them to study? "I give you my word." With the gauntlet thrown down, there was cheering from the students right up until I dismissed the class.
Everybody pretty much hurried out of my classroom except for one student, Bridget. Bridget was the smartest student in my class and a close friend to Scarlet and Ingrid, but like everyone else, she just wasn't motivated in her studies.
"You do realize, you're pretty much screwed, yes?" She had an indecipherable European accent that was almost musical.
"I highly doubt that. Perhaps if they were born half as gifted as you they might stand a chance, but my whole goal here is just to encourage them to study harder at this venue. I don't expect anything much." I waved her off. "Now off to your next class."
Bridget walked towards me with a seductive sway in her hips. The way she moved was so hypnotic I froze to watch her while I was packing up my desk. She passed me to look at the whiteboard and erased part of an equation I wrote earlier with her sleeve. "There are many different types of intelligence Professor Avery," I was taken aback, no student (apart from my friend Santiago) called me by my first name. "Before I met Scarlet, I thought I was the smartest person I will ever know." Bridget uncapped a marker and started writing something in place of my previous numbers. "But she sees possibilities where I do not. I only collect data, she knows how to make the most of it." She rewrote my equation. "This will work so much better now. Next time teach this and we will be able to do a better job." She swaggered out the door.
Adjusting my glasses, I looked to my revised equation and checked it in my lesson plan and double checked it in the textbook. "Good Lord...have I been teaching that wrong this whole time!?" How could I have made such a ridiculous error. Could this be the real reason why my students were scoring so low? Have they been applying a faulty equation to complicated problems to solve them because of me? I shook it off, surely that couldn't have been the only reason. I was still certain they weren't going to score high enough to win either of the wagers.
Until the next test, that was exactly what they did...
I hung my head as I finished grading all of the students' tests. They all managed to get 90% or higher, meaning I would have to show up to teach in my underwear!
When I woke up the next day, I got ready as I normally would. I decided that I would still put on my normal clothes and just wait to strip down to my underwear when it was time for class. At least I'd have my dignity for part of the day!
I pulled into my parking space and made my way to the building I taught in.
"Hey, Professor Avery!" came a female voice from behind me. I turned around to see Scarlet, Bridget, Ingrid, and everyone else from class walking towards me, my eyes got big.
"Everybody looked up their grades this morning," Scarlet said, "And we know that all of us got a 90% or higher. So why are you all dressed up right now?"