Thanks to all the feedback. I'll make future editions longer and hopefully worth the wait. Extra thanks to Paperdart for some pretty detailed feedback.
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I was terrified and shaken. I looked like the sluttiest whore in town. No, that would be an insult to the sluttiest whore in town. I mean, come on. I've seen them wandering the Lantern street. I am pretty sure the only cleavage on show there was in the chest area. And then again, they were still exposing lesser boob acreage than me...
I calmed down a bit. I reminded myself that Prof. D. and April would be gone soon, and I didn't have to face either of them. He had already listed out to me what to do in his absence. I would be giving some interesting quizzes in place of his regular lectures. I just don't see what authority I'd have wearing a whore's outfit. But then, I relaxed. I had done this before (The taking control of a class, not the dressing up like a whore to class). I had no reason to worry. I'd be behind a desk throughout, and no one would have any reason to complain. And most of all, Jane was in only one of the classes.
Besides, Prof wouldn't be in town. So I'd have minimal contact with faculty or other students outside the class if I planned the routes to class properly. I started thinking logistics.
Once I realized that there might be little danger, I was beginning to get aroused at the slight element of risk. I stopped at the landing near the mirror opposite the empty reception of the apartment block. The arousal deepened, in a sordid reflection of my maniacal sexual fetish, at looking at my reflection. My pussy was inches from view, and my pubic hair would've showed if I had any. In fact there was a whole field of naked skin from inches below my nipples through my under-boobs across my nearly flat stomach to the slightly pale triangle of my pussy right down to an inch above my slit.
I decided I looked hot. Slutty. Whorish. Stripper-before-her-act-ish. But hot. I went down to the parking lot and took my car, after some degree of nervous fishing for keys in my book bag. Once in, I pulled up the windows, thankful that they were mildly tinted.
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It was surprisingly easy to avoid human contact this early in the morning. I peeked out of the car and flashed my id at the security at the entrance to the Uni, taking care to roll the windows down just enough so that I don't flash anything else. The simple act of leaning out of a partially opened window caused my tits hang out, kissing the bit of door below.
Having stuffed them back into safety, I navigated slowly towards the classroom. It was a lecture hall that stood alone in a secluded part of the campus, not very far from the gate, but behind a lot of trees. The parking lot was empty. I was an hour early for the earliest class, and students do not come early.
The lecture hall was in a place everyone called the Spot, or the make-out spot. The facts that you had to take a trail for hundred yards or so to reach the hall, that behind it was a small garden with bushes leading to woods which offered plenty of cover and that it had a few benches covered in weeds ideal for making out might have something to do with it.
Of course, Prof. D. was blissfully unaware of the reputation of this place and liked to schedule all his classes here because of the quiet it offered him. So his classes were the only thing that couples had take into account over their plans. And he made it very difficult for them, quite unknowingly, of course, by holding some lectures late in the evening. He was a busy man, and he had a loyal bunch of students taking his courses.
The slight breeze rushing up my skirt to dry my moistness excited me slightly, but I felt safe. I was pretty sure there was no one around who could see me.
I opened the battered wooden door which we keep closed mainly to prevent animals from coming in during the night. I opened the windows to let light and wind come in. I went up to the bent desk on the rather high dais to begin my plan to get through the couple of hours without getting caught wearing this outfit.
The desk was an L, which I moved so that I would be completely covered from the side facing the door leading to the track. It was old, heavy and big, with lots of cabinets and a solid modesty panel from tabletop to floor. I took me a sweaty few minutes to move it. I then sat down, opened the printed sheaf of question papers and squeezed my thighs together.
I had set some of the interesting questions in the paper, and I was pretty sure the guys and girls would want some clarifications made. So, I spent the time I had making sure I wouldn't be approached during it. I wrote all the FAQs I thought would arise on the whiteboard. I moved the disconnected projector from the front of the desk to the side facing the door to provide extra cover. I moved a chair to the platform and placed the papers on it, with the duster as a weight, so that I wouldn't have everyone coming up to the table and looking down at all my thighs while taking the papers. I stood near the table on the dais close to it and looked down at where I would be sitting. I realized I would be totally vulnerable to such a gaze unless I pulled the chair really close to the table. I spent a few more minutes making sure I had thought out everything.
I finally decided I was okay and sat down behind my fort, pulled the chair really close to the desk, when the first group of students started trickling in. I responded to their "Hey G,", trying to hide the mixture of apprehension and excitement from my voice.
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Halfway through the quiz, I was patting myself on the back. I could pull this off all through the week. Everyone was busy with the quiz and I was getting some research done. That is not to say the last hour had been without incident.
One girl had approached me. It was nothing, a mere request for a clarification that I had missed, somehow. But it set my pulse racing. It's one thing to be cool as a cucumber dressed as I was when no one saw me, came within 5 yards of me or paid a great deal of attention to me and quite another when there is a girl at the other end of the table giving me her 100 percent, watching my every nervous twitch and carefully scrutinizing what I was wearing, because, let's face it, girls do that. The thoughts in my head as she headed towards the table were confused. It worried me deeply that I was nonplussed by this approaching teenager. I told myself that if I were to keep playing Jane's games(I didn't think I had a choice in the matter), I had better react better to situations like this. I did not want to be branded the slut around the part of the Uni I exclusively interact with. I was already the private porn star to Jane's gang.
At present, I was in a dilemma that not many women before me would have faced, I suspect. Was I to stay erect and face the person I had to talk to, exposing the brevity of my top and hence, my under boobs, or bend over the table, looking awkward and potentially encouraging her to do the same but hiding the hem of the crop top below the desk. I chose the later, scraping my nipples on the rough wood as I chatted. I do not think my body language betrayed the state of intense paranoia and heightened nervousness I felt because she seemed pleased with my explanations, and showed no sign of doubt as she returned to her seat. I sat still, breasts squished painfully against the table's front for a long time until I calmed down. I was flustered, sweating and excited as fuck.
The minor incident lasted not more than a few seconds but it was enough to set my adrenaline on high for the rest of the class, preventing me focusing on my study.
I lowered my hands to my exposed clenched thighs, scooting the chair yet closer to the table with the friction of my bare bum(I had pulled the skirt up prevent it from totally folding underneath me). Jane knew exactly what my buttons were, and was the sharing the information to me through her rules. How deliciously wicked. It took me a while to sit up straight again. Worryingly, when I did I missed the mild pain from my chest sending sharp shooting signals to my gut.
Five minutes of nervously scanning the class for any sign of an inclination from anybody to come forward later, I slid forward to pick up my cell phone and nearly fell off the chair. I was sickened by myself when I realized I'd wet the leather surface of the chair with my, er... discharge. I carefully slid back on to the chair along the my slime trail with fresh mortification, looking sharply at the class. All heads were bent over papers, all pens were either ticking answers or being chewed upon.
I looked down, parting my thighs. The whole area glistened. I groaned silently to myself. I hastily tore a title page from one of the research papers I had printed out and put it under me surreptitiously. It didn't absorb squat. It just made my seat more slippery. I sat motionless, slightly sweating, cursing myself for not bringing some tissues. I was again trying not to cry. My hormones were raging.
I looked at the clock with bloodshot eyes. Less than an hour to go. The minutes seemed to drag on. The events since morning had been torturous. Every time I think back, I remembered less and less of what led to me doing the things I was doing. My memory was put in turmoil by a haze of sexual excitement. All that persisted was Jane's personality and a strong sense of future sexual gratification. I guess what I'm trying to say, ladies and gentlemen, is that I was horny as fuck.
I was startled by a "Hi" whispered at my ear. I whipped my head around. At first I thought she was a figment of my imagination. That my eyes were playing tricks on me, and producing her image at moments I thought of her. But I was wrong. She was right next to me. Speak of the devil. My excitement resumed, but now of a different kind. There was less fear and more... fire in the gut. That is not to say that there was not fear.
Jane had a few minutes before her first class started, so she'd popped in to say hi. And maybe more. My heart rate had soared, fear and excitement rendering me speechless. I just looked up like a pet would her mistress. I realized that the sorrow and sobs I had outside the apartment putting on this outfit had vanished in the time I had spent outside her company. I had just resigned myself to being under her thumb and was starting to have fun. Maybe that is what I ought to do, I thought weakly. Resign. Go with the flow. Let her take control and not worry about things like my reputation and be the mindless bimbo she wanted me to be.
She looked down with her playful grin. I wanted to ask her what she was doing here. Instead, I croaked out a "Hi".
"So, how is it going?" She asked, lazily looking down at the soaked piece of paper under me. "Having fun?" She looked up and grinned at me.
I grimaced weakly, now beating myself up mentally for displaying my emotions so transparently. She came up behind the desk and looked at the class. "So, have you chosen who yet?", she whispered in my ear.
Like always, it took me by surprise, confirming my theory that whenever my pussy was exposed to Jane, my IQ dropped by 100.
I shook my head. She tsked and took out what looked like a printed sheet of paper. "Failing a dare will earn you a demerit. Go ahead if you want."
