Note: This chapter is a continuation of a short series with multiple characters. Some context may be missing if you have not read the previous entries.
Disclaimer: All characters in my stories are 18 years of age or older.
Whilst the majority of the stories in this series will lean towards the exhibitionist category, this particular entry contains elements of kink-based misogyny and degradation. If that is something that may offend you, then you might one to give this one a miss.
Chapter 5 - Sofia
Sofia Alvarez sat in her car in the faculty parking lot, staring out at the campus spread before her in the early morning sunlight. She took a minute to steady her breathing, trying to savour the brief moment alone where she could indulge in her fantasies. With the all too familiar butterflies in her stomach, she paused to check her reflection in the rearview mirror, then exited the car and made her way over to the main building.
Sofia was one member of the small board of directors that oversaw the operations of Free State University. Whereas the rest of the board was comprised of a cookie-cutter ensemble of near identical middle aged men, Sofia was distinct, not only for the fact that she was the lone woman in the group. Each of her fellow board members came from a long line of wealthy families, and many had inherited their seats from family members as they vacated. Sofia alone was a self-made woman, having earned her place on the board solely on merit and business acumen.
This alone would have been enough to earn the quiet resentment of her peers, but Sofia's elevated position within the board, and her contrarian vision for the future of the institution were the primary source of conflict within their committee.
Sofia had not attended FSU, having taken the far more conventional avenue of studying at a renowned Ivy League school. Each and every one of her fellow board members however were former alumni of the university, and their managerial outlook had been shaped by their experiences here as students.
Sofia had a vision for the university that would bring it on par with the respect and reverence that was afforded to other great schools around the country. She wanted a gradual roll back of the sexist rules that governed daily life at FSU, bringing the female students and staff up to an equal footing with their male peers. She wanted to create an institution that she would be proud to have her two daughters attend once they were old enough. But at every turn she was faced with the steadfast opposition of her male counterparts.
Often Sofia would argue that their opinions of the current running of the school were biased, shaped by their own experiences as male attendees, an experience that was obviously weighted in their favour. It was during these arguments that her colleagues would counter that she had no first-hand experience and wasn't arguing from a position of knowledge or understanding. On a few occasions, the bolder members of the board would even suggest that she tried enrolling for a semester, a suggestion that was always met with Sofia's complete and utter contempt.
In her private moments however, Sofia would find her mind wandering, picturing herself at that school, stripped bare and exposed. She found the idea both terrifying and exhilarating. Having grown up in a low income household, Sofia had spent much of her youth delicately balancing work and study. As a result, she often felt that she had missed out on much of the excitement that her younger years could have given. The parties, the foolish decisions, the casual encounters, all had been put aside in favour of her long-term goals.
By the time she was in her mid-forties, Sofia already sat upon the boards of three separate companies and earning her seat at the table at FSU had been a long awaited crowning jewel. Now, at the age of forty-seven, wealthy and successful beyond her childhood dreams, Sofia felt a strange hollowness in her life, a longing for some kind of change.
The first time one of her fellow board members had suggested she 'try out the system' at FSU, Sofia had turned on him like a viper. She was no stranger to male colleagues and subordinates pushing the boundaries of professionalism and had learned that an immediate offensive was the fastest way to put them back in their place. But she quickly found out that these men were a different breed of difficult, and instead of the cowing apology that that she was so used to receiving, she found him smiling steadily back at her as scolded him.
This soon became a regular occurrence, and over the years Sofia learned to take it in her stride, not rising to their bait, letting them make their silly jokes and comments, content in the belief that she would outlast them all, and looking forward to the day when she could finally rid the board of these misogynistic dinosaurs. But with each passing week, Sofia's fantasies became more prevalent, harder to push from her mind.
In her youth Sofia had been a gymnast. Despite her love for the sport, she had put it aside with so many other hobbies in favour of hard work and study. In her teen years she had put on quite a lot of weight, and although she had lost this in her twenties, her body still bore the evidence of this time. Now lean and fit, her tummy and bum cheeks were still soft and slightly saggy. Her c-cup breasts sagged considerably, and the faded remnants of stretchmarks etched their way around the olive skin of her chest and abdomen.
Despite her projection of utter and total confidence, Sofia was quite insecure about her body. Her corporate attire afforded her coverage of her perceived imperfections, and she wore her outfits like a suit of armour. Being neither a student nor staff member of the university, Sofia was exempt from the rules that affected all other women present at the school.
Whilst comforted by the fact that she would not be required to humiliate herself in front of her colleagues, Sofia found this also attracted a lot of attention. Being the only clothed female on the entire campus, Sofia had become very used to the attentive stares of the male students and staff, and the scornful glances from some of the women.
It fascinated Sofia that a young man, one who is surrounded by dozens of completely naked women, would even offer a moment of his attention to her. It didn't take her long to realise that it came down to one simple truth, people want what they cannot have. Walking around fully dressed in her business attire, Sofia was effectively announcing herself as unobtainable to everyone. An entire student body and faculty who have become accustomed to seeing, and even taking, whatever they want, suddenly presented with an item that was 'off the menu'.
This realisation only added to Sofia's secret excitement, and she would relish in their attention as she made her way across campus on her many visits. But like an addict slowly building a tolerance to their drug, Sofia soon found it was not enough. She craved that excitement that she first felt on her initial visits. The mingled shock, fear and exhilaration that she had experienced upon seeing so many women of all walks of life, stripped and exposed, displayed and humiliated before their peers.
Alone at home in the evenings, she would let the fantasies play out in her head. Finding herself suddenly naked at FSU, being subject to all of the rules and requirements of every other woman there. Seeing the faces of her fellow board members light up, as their long awaited desire came to life before them. Even just imagining these scenarios was enough to make her hands shake with arousal.
The scariest part for Sofia was the knowledge that this fantasy could very easily become a reality. Any non-enrolled female visitor to the school was not required to submit to the rules, but should they choose to, they could follow the dress code. The simple act of undressing on school grounds would then require them to completely submit to all requirements followed by staff and students for the duration of her stay.
