The sounds of fervent typing could be heard coming from the office at the end of the hallway. Ana Cartwright had recently gotten notified that her fourth, and likely final, research paper during her time as a graduate student had been accepted to the somewhat prestigious
Journal of Clinical Psychology Science
. Publishing a fourth paper was a momentous occasion in her world. That meant she could begin writing her Ph.D. dissertation, for which she was now typing up the prospectus.
While this was happening near the beginning of the fall semester for all the students at the university, Ana had the finish line of her graduate education in her sights. She was determined not to let anything get in her way when it came to writing her dissertation. For this reason, she had chosen her office hours to be from 3 to 4 PM on Fridays, hoping all the undergraduate students she taught would have the weekend in mind and be reluctant to pester her for help. As one of the top graduate students in her Ph.D. program, Ana had been offered a teaching position this semester as a senior project advisor, which she gladly accepted. That meant she would be assigned an office where she could work in peace, secluded from the other grad students in her research group.
At 28 years old, Ana was a very attractive woman, both mentally and physically. She stood at nearly six feet tall and had wavy dark brown hair that fell to her mid back. Unlike many of her hard-working peers, she actually made time for fitness and improving her body. Three days a week for weight lifting and one for cardio. This left her with a thin and lean body that many women would be envious of. Lots of men at the gym enjoyed sneaking looks at her small perky tits and firm ass. She enjoyed showing them off in her tight-fitting sports bras and colorful yoga pants. While she greatly enjoyed being mindful of health and wellness, Ana had another source of motivation for keeping her body so tight and feminine. It was profitable.
A couple years ago Ana had taken up a hobby of posting nude photos of herself online. At first it was just for the sake of being slightly adventurous. A simple nude selfie in the bathroom mirror to post to her Reddit account. Nothing more and nothing less. Perky boobs showing and a towel around her waist. She had been careful to preserve her anonymity and cropped out the upper half of her face, just leaving her shy smile in clear view. From there she unexpectedly discovered how exhilarating it could be to post a picture and see men get enamored with her body. She couldn't get enough of the racy comments that popped up under the image. After posting just that one picture, Ana quickly found herself making a hobby out of doing highly sexual photoshoots featuring her scantily clad body when not focused on research. Unbeknownst to anyone in her life, Ana's tits, pussy, and ass speedily became available on the Internet for all to see.
It didn't take long for her hobby to turn into a source of income through OnlyFans. What had started as a simple novelty had now turned into a highly viable source of income, several times the monthly stipend that psychology Ph.D. students at her university were afforded. She felt very fortunate to be near the end of graduate school and free of any student loan debt thanks to her extracurricular activities. And it didn't hurt that she was able to afford a luxurious apartment close to campus.
Over the past couple years, Ana had gone from being a shy grad student with few sexual interests to being an authentic Internet slut. Routinely seeing how much lust her body could stir up in men (and she hoped sometimes women) that paid to access her photos had done wonders for her libido and self confidence, so much so that another student in her research group had once jokingly asked her for advice on how to seem so bubbly.
Before her first foray into showing off her body, Ana was the kind of girl that didn't have any sex toys aside from one lonely vibrator. Now, on the other hand, she had a wide array of dildos, butt plugs, lingerie, high heels, and much more. And thanks to the Amazon wish list she had linked on her OnlyFans page, she hadn't even paid for half the slutty items in her collection. She even had a handful of special admirers that were eager to buy her toys and slutty outfits with the expectation that she would be using them in her lusty photoshoots. Overall, Ana had relished her new found enthusiasm for being a highly sexual person, she only lamented not having a romantic partner to share this new and improved version of herself with. Being a researcher at a top-ranked university meant little time for dating.
Through all her fun posting slutty pictures online, Ana had tried her absolute best to preserve her anonymity. As much as she loved the perks that her pornographic hobby afforded her, she still held becoming a psychology professor as her number one priority in life. She would happily give up all the benefits her sexy body afforded her if it meant getting a tenure-track position at a prestigious university. All of her acquaintances in the academic settings she worked in were unaware of her second "career", and she intended to keep it that way.
Or so she thought.
In the midst of writing the prospectus to her dissertation, Ana's focus was interrupted by a knock at the door to her office.
Shoot.
When she looked up at the open doorway a student was standing there. It was Andrea Fullterton, one of the students in the senior project class that she had recently started teaching.
"Do you have a moment?" Andrea said in a demure manner.
The main thing Ana knew about Andrea was that she was the top student in this year's senior class. Ana had seen her around during the past couple years at psychology department events and heard praises from the professors, but had never really become acquainted with her. She was quite short in stature, only a little above five feet tall. Her body had a thin frame with rather large breasts, which were usually kept concealed by her conservative outfits. And perhaps her most striking feature was her hair color. She kept it dyed a dark shade of purple and it contrasted amazingly with her pale skin.
"Sure, come pull up a seat," Ana said, sliding her laptop aside and trying to shift herself into a helpful state of mind after having her concentration broken. Andrea grabbed a chair that was against the nearby wall and slid it in front of the desk. Then she sat down and made suspiciously intense eye contact with Ana.
"There's something I want to discuss with you, but I think it would be easier if I sent you an email first," Andrea stated. This made Ana's eyebrows slightly raise up. A strange request.
"Okay," Ana hesitantly said, trying not to look confused. Andrea pulled her phone out of her pocket and started pressing the buttons that would allow her to access her e-mail app. After hitting send she looked up with a smug facial expression.
"All sent now," Andrea matter-of-factly stated.
A few seconds later Ana glanced at her computer screen and saw a notification. She slid the computer back in front of her and opened the message. No subject line and no words written in the body of the email. Only a PDF attachment. Now there was something unsettling about this situation. She hesitantly opened the single-page PDF and was shocked at what she saw.
Plastered on the page were images of a naked woman. It took a moment for her brain to register that she was familiar with the images. They had been copied from her OnlyFans account. Ana's pulse began to quicken. She had done such a good job of hiding any indicators of her identity. How had Andrea gotten these? Her body switched to autopilot in a state of shock as her eyes further examined the page.
There were four images in total. On the top half of the page there were two innocuous pictures taken from her Instagram. On the bottom half of the page there were two explicit pictures taken from her OnlyFans. There were red lines drawn between the two sets of images linking similarities. A visible tattoo on her wrist was linked to a blurred patch of pixels on that same wrist in the more scandalous image below. A pendant on her necklace being shown one in an image where she was fully clothed, and then featured again in an image between her bare tits beneath. Ana felt numb, unable to think of any words to say.
"Does she look familiar?" Andrea cheerfully asked. Ana refused to look away from her computer to make eye contact with the purple-haired girl in front of her.
"Why did you send me these?" she shakily asked.
"I want to meet the girl in the pictures. I think she and I could have a lot of fun together," Andrea emphatically stated.
"This isn't funny, Andrea."
Now Ana's voice wasn't as shaky as it had been when she last addressed her student. What had started out as shock was quickly becoming anger, an emotion that was very rare for Ana. She pulled herself together and looked into Andrea's eyes, demanding a response.
"I'm not joking. I think she's really sexy. I want to meet her," Andrea said.
"You should leave," Ana quickly stated. She did not like the feeling that came with being mocked.
"Would you like that page sent to the dean's office?"
Hearing that made Ana turn pale. The two women stared at each other for what felt like a very long, drawn-out moment. Andrea adopted a smug expression on her face as she let her words sink in. Ana pondered the consequences of the university finding out about her secret source of income.
"No," Ana meekly stated. She was beginning to feel dizzy as a result of realizing what a vulnerable position she was in.
"Get up and lock the door to this office. Then we can talk."
Ana stared blankly at her purple-haired student, not wanting to acknowledge the situation in front of her. The more she thought about this the more she visualized herself losing her position as a doctoral candidate. Her aspirations of becoming a professor would come to an abrupt end. More than a few years of highly impassioned research and coursework would quickly amount to nothing. When Andrea realized her shaky teacher wasn't going to comply she feigned getting up to walk out of the office.
"Okay, I guess I can leave since you won't mind dealing with an ethics violation with the university," she said.
"Wait!" Ana stammered, slowly rising from her chair. As she got up her body felt heavy.
"That's better," Andrea said. She looked pleased as her senior project advisor rose to lock the door.
"What do you want?" Ana inquired as the door locked with a resounding click. This prompted Andrea to turn her head around so she could make eye contact with her panicked teacher.
"I want you to do everything I tell you. And you can start by putting both palms on the front of your desk here."
Andrea clicked her fingernail at the front of the desk and then moved her chair out of the way to make room for Ana, whose frightened body had resumed going on autopilot. She slowly compiled after shuffling back over to the desk, leaning over the front of it and placing both palms down. Andrea chose to wait about ten seconds before saying anything else. To poor Ana those ten seconds might as well have been ten hours.
"Do you like being a Ph.D. student here?" Andrea said in a much harsher tone than in all her previous questions. Ana winced, she could feel tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
"Yes, I like being a graduate student here very much," Ana piped out.
"Then you need to obey everything I tell you. If you refuse to do anything I say, then that email I sent you gets forwarded to the dean's office. Do you understand?" Just then a tear fell down Ana's cheek. After a few seconds she replied.
