I found it very difficult to teach class that day. As if it wasn't bad enough that I was humiliated in front of the whole school as well as my boss for being paraded around in nothing but my underwear, I was still pitching a tent in my shorts for the first ten minutes of class. The girls were not quiet about it either. They pointed and laughed and made lewd comments as my face turned raspberry colored while I was trying to teach them about 'angles' of all things.
"He's got a perfect 90 degree angle right between his legs!"
"Jesus, how big is he? He got to at least have six or seven inches down there."
"If only he would take off those boxers, then we would know for sure."
"What a pervert! What do you think got him going?"
"I bet it was the dean! She was the last person we ran into before coming to class."
"Man, I wish I had tits like hers. I wouldn't mind being the reason he got that puppy up!"
As my erection died down so did the jeering. During the whole class I was trying to avoid eye contact with a certain blonde foreign girl (aka: the real reason I got an erection). Though it was convenient that my students thought it was the dean who turned me on instead of their classmate. Nonetheless, I still had to call on Bridget to stay at the end of class to return my glasses.
After one hellish hour and a half came and went, my students left the classroom looking more chipper than they ever had been. Some of the girls waved flirtatiously at me, others mouthed the words 'call me' as they exited, while the rest of them winked and blew me kisses. As my face finally cooled down after that embarrassing lecture, I faced Bridget once we were alone in the classroom. We held each other's gaze for a moment. Then I opened my mouth to ask about my glasses...
"Professor Finn, may I have a moment?"
In the doorway stood Dean Ostendi with a clipboard in her hand. I was startled for a second. Despite this being the second time today my boss gets to see me in my underwear I reflexively grabbed a ledger from my desk to cover myself up. Ostendi only chortled at this. "Oh Professor you might as well put that down. I already saw you earlier, which is partly the reason why I am here." With rosy cheeks I meekly set the ledger back on the desk revealing my boxer clad form to her once again. "That's better," She smiled "Anyway, the reason why I am here is to ask you a favor Professor. You see, I promised Delia Sands, the art professor, that I would help her find a model for her class by today. Since the man who originally promised to step in for her got a better paying position she has been frantic about finding a replacement model in time for her students' drawing assignments. When I saw you in the cafeteria today Professor Finn, I got the idea to have you fill that temporary spot. You have the ideal build Delia is looking for, her class begins right after yours so your schedule will allow it, and" She gave me a once over "you look like you would be willing to try out her costumes. I already spoke to Delia about this and she has accepted. Would you be willing to help out?"
Hell no. The art teacher can suck it as far as I am concerned. As much as I want to prove myself to my superiors, I cannot allow myself to be degraded yet again. "Oh gee, Dean Ostendi, this sounds like such a great opportunity." I faked some enthusiasm before I turned her down. "However, I don't think I can..."
"If you do me this favor, I will overlook the ruckus you started in the cafeteria. However good your intentions may be, we can't have our educators running around in their skivvies. Plus, if you claim to be posing for a class, you will come out looking more dignified to the viewers of your little spectacle." She had me there.
Suppressing a dejected sigh, I forced another smile for my boss and relented. Although she was clearly pressuring me, it would be more to my advantage if I let her think I was looking forward to helping her out.
"Marvelous!" She handed over the clipboard that was containing a document. "Just sign this agreement form and we can get you to Delia's class straight away."
Placing the form on my desk, I bent over in an attempt to read it. I didn't even get through two sentences before I felt Bridget and the dean's eyes latch themselves on my ass and back muscles. With a shiver down my spine, I quickly signed the document and handed it back to Ostendi before I could actually read any of it.
"All set, you should know Delia's class is in..."
"Myra," Bridget stepped in; she had been quiet up until now. "I actually have that class next. I am sort of Delia's personal assistant to the art room. How about I show Professor Avery where it is myself. The professor always has her models go to the changing room first to get ready. I will show him what he has to wear."
"My, isn't that convenient? Sounds perfect. Be sure to get there in time you two. I will give Delia a call to let her know that you are coming while you head to the changing room." The dean scurried right out of the room. Once she was finally out of earshot, I let out a huge groan.
What have I gotten myself into now?
Moving across campus again in nothing but my underwear pretty much yielded the same results as before. So many girls pointed and wolf-whistled as they caught sight of me. I could only blush and silently curse the fact that the art teacher's changing room was in another building. When we finally entered the place we had to climb two flight's of stairs just to make it to an old dance studio that was across the hall from the art room.
From what Bridget explained to me along the way, the reason why Professor Sands designated this mirror-covered room as her 'changing room' was because it was the only room on the same floor that was usually empty during her class. Seeing myself in all of those mirrors in only my boxer shorts brought on a whole new kind shame.
[Agggh...look at yourself! You look ridiculous! Getting roped into a childish bet and now modeling? You should be ashamed of yourself Avery!]
Bridget shut the door behind us and moved to a large trunk in the corner of the room. "Alright Professor Avery," she opened the trunk "what you will be wearing for this class will be in here."
When Bridget pulled out a bottle from the trunk I became confused. As she popped off the cap of that bottle the scent of lavender filled the air for a moment.
"Okay Professor Avery, now drop your drawers."
I blinked. "What?"
"Delia's assignment is to have her students emphasize the beauties of the human body in sketches. This oil is used to make your masculine features more...pronounced, which is why the teacher required it for this class' models. Scarlet's older sister is a professional photographer and she uses this stuff on her models all the time. In fact she..."
"Stop right there! You are basically asking me to get completely naked! I was under the impression I was putting on a costume, not posing nude! Do you honestly expect me to just strip down!?"
"You already told the dean you would do this right? You signed a form and everything. So does it even matter what you will be wearing? Or are you telling me you are backing down?"
I couldn't argue with her. As absurd as the entire situation sounded, I still made a promise that I would go through with this when I signed the agreement form. I do not go back on my word...no matter how embarrassing this is going to be.
