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?
