Note: This chapter is the second entry in what I hope to eventually turn into a short series with multiple characters.
It's inspired by a number of unconnected stories I came across on a Yahoo group many, many years ago, and something that kickstarted my own fascination with exhibitionism.
The stories all revolved around a university in which every female member of the student body and faculty had to remain completely nude at all times. The premise was that, at this prestigious school, they had determined that this unique set of circumstances led to higher student satisfaction, achievement and overall test scores.
Beyond the requirement of constant nudity, there were certain other rules and requirements that were to be followed only by the women at the school. Obviously, it's a complete fantasy, but I loved the idea of it, and it's always played around in my head as one of my favourite scenarios.
Below is my own take on this favourite concept, and while it's not my intention to plagiarise anyone else's work, the below is heavily inspired by scenarios and settings laid out in my memory of these stories.
Disclaimer: All characters in my stories are 18 years of age or older. Within this series there will be interactions between family members that will border, if not cross over into, the taboo category.
Whilst I'm not setting out to write a story with this as the main focus, I want to give a warning to anyone who may be offended/upset by that. If that's the case, you may want to give these stories a miss.
Chapter 2 - Renee
Renee was halfway home when the realisation hit her like a shard of ice in her stomach. She quickly pulled the car over and stared rifling through her bag, pulling out sheets of loose paper, tossing them aside one by one. Looking at the mess on the passenger seat beside her she knew that she had left the forms on her desk. She could feel her anxiety rising as she pulled back onto the road, edging through traffic, looking for the first available U-turn.
Three years earlier, things had been going great for Renee. She had spent a few years after high-school travelling before moving out to the city for her degree. After putting in the hard time as a school teacher, she had secured herself an assistant teaching role at a prestigious university and had the down payment on a beautiful house with her long-term boyfriend Brian.
Then things had quickly began to unravel. She missed out on the coveted fulltime teaching role that she had been pursuing when it was given instead to another colleague, Nicholas. The fact that his uncle sat upon the board at the university was not lost on Renee. Shortly after this she had discovered that Brian was cheating on her and had been for years.
After a messy breakup, they sold their newly purchased home, barely recouping their costs. Now without the promotion that she had been depending on, and unable to meet the rental costs in the city, Renee had moved back home with her overbearing father and taken a job as an English teacher at the local high school.
At 33 it was not the life that she would have chosen for herself, but Renee was grateful for the opportunity to save money whilst living back at home rent free. Slowly building her savings back up and keeping an eye out for any university job prospects, Renee felt like she was biding her time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself. And that came in the form of an offhand comment from one of her colleagues one night after work.
It was the day before school recommenced, and the staff had all met out at the local bar after a pupil-free day spent prepping for the coming term. It was Paul, the school's science teacher, who had brought it up as they sat around commiserating the meagre pay increase that the state schools had been afforded in the most recent budget.
"I'll tell you what, if we even got half of what they were offering over at FSU I'd be happy to teach with my junk out," he'd said with a sarcastic laugh.
A few of the other teachers let out a laugh at the idea, before Christine the vice-principal piped up, "They're not offering that for the guys Paul, no one wants to see them with their kit off. You'd have to pay them to let you teach there. The waiting list for male teachers is so long you'd be retired before they even saw your resume."
Paul gave a resigned and theatrical sigh before returning to his beer. Christine smiled before continuing, "But he's not wrong. Looks like they're really desperate for women on the faculty at the moment. Not surprising really, it must take a certain kind of lady to work there."
She took a sip of her drink before continuing. "I had an old university friend reach out to me about applying. I'll be honest, the pay was so good I actually considered it for half a moment." She let out a laugh in response to the surprised faces around the table. "I said a moment. But no, I think my husband would have a heart attack if I told him I'd even considered it, let alone taken the job."
Renee sat there at the bar, soaking this all in. Every teacher in the country knew about FSU, and most even had a friend, or a friend of a friend through work who had some connection to the school. Opinions were mixed about the institution, but no one questioned that they paid well, and everyone who worked there never seemed to have a negative thing to say about it.
That night, Renee had sat up in bed on her laptop, scrolling through the career pages on their website. Looking at the listings available, and the salaries they were offering, Renee wondered to herself why she had never considered this before. And then she reminded herself exactly why she had never considered this.
