Author's Note: Hi! Many thanks for reading this story. It has been written as a standalone but I may revisit the characters and/or setting in future. This story was a collaboration between myself and a reader. She reached out and wanted something about her at work, being used. A fantasy of hers. Names are changed for obvious reasons and the story itself is a work of fiction. Whilst the set up might not be entirely realistic, we both had fun collaborating on this one! Enjoy!
Characters:
Rachel Barlow - A 33-year old University Professor who's been in the job for around a year. She considers herself to be a BBW, cute and curvy. A size 18. She's 6'1 and she's a busty woman. Long, brown hair and she wears thin, black framed glasses.
Ryan - A student at the University. 20-years old. Average build with short, black hair. Stubble. Bit of a cheeky chap. Around 5'10.
Jake - Another student at the University. Also 20-years old. Works out daily so has a muscular build. Has lighter, brown hair that's slightly longer than Ryan's. No facial hair and is also a bit of a cheeky chap.
*
It was nearing 4pm on Thursday afternoon and Rachel Barlow was sitting at her desk, in her office, going through some emails and planning for a meeting she was scheduled to have in an hour's time.
She sighed as the notification bell pinged and another email appeared in her inbox. She'd been in the job for just over a year and loved being an academic, but she did have to admit that there was an awful lot of admin work that came with the job, and that was her least favourite thing about working at the University.
She sat back in her chair, took a deep breath and looked out of the window. Her office was on the second floor of the faculty building and looked out onto the outskirts of the campus, near the car park. As a professor at the university, she was entitled to her own office, rather than sharing with a colleague. It was fairly small, but she always said that made it feel cosy. There was space for her desk, a number of bookshelves, a couple of chairs, her standing mirror she'd brought from home months ago and a mini sofa - a small two seater - beside the door, just as you came in.
The room was littered with papers that she was in the process of marking. She had plenty of time to sort those, they weren't due to be back to her students until this time next week. She stood up and stretched, walked over to the mirror and looked at herself, playing around with her hair, tucking it behind her left ear.
Her reflection stared back at her and she moved her hands to her hips. She was wearing one of her favourite dresses. A summer dress, blue with a floral print. It accentuated her curves and fell to just below her knees. V-necked and showed an ample amount of cleavage - when she got to the office this morning, she realised it wasn't perhaps the most suitable thing to wear, but it was a hot, summer's day and she only had one class, the rest of the time was spent in and around the faculty building.
She smiled and turned around and went back to her desk, before sitting down and resuming her tedious task of going through her emails.
*
Outside in one of the campus's courtyards, two students - Ryan and Jake - were looking at their phones, frowning at the screen.
"Unbelievable," said Ryan. He was looking at the results of his end-of-term essay. There was a comment at the bottom. 'Some good arguments here but a late submission. Grade reduced by 1.' "Can't believe she marked it so low. I pulled an all-nighter on this report. Three minutes I was late by - three minutes!"
Jake was also not overly impressed, "Mine isn't that much better than yours," he said, "not much substance. What does that mean? I did the reading and I laid out my arguments."
Ryan shook his head, "Load of crap honestly. Nah, sod this. I'm going to go and see if she's in her office. See what's going on here."
"Her office hours aren't on today," said Jake, "she won't be around."
"Might as well try. And if she doesn't change it, we can go to plan B," replied Ryan, and he started making his way to the faculty building. After a few seconds, Jake followed.
*
Rachel was just about to reply to the last of her emails when a knock sounded from her door. She swivelled in her chair and faced the door, "yeah?"
The door opened and the two boys looked into the office. Rachel stared back at them, "yes boys?"
As the two of them got a good luck at the busty woman, Ryan said 'holy fuck' under his breath. No one else heard him though and Rachel didn't seem to notice his lips move, so he continued: "Can we have a word? About the end of term report?" said Ryan.
Rachel glanced at her laptop, 4:15pm - meeting in 45 minutes. "Well, it's not Tuesday, office hours isn't on. And I've got something on soon. Can it wait until next week?"
On the way up to the office, the boys had come up with a plan, or as close to a plan as you could get. If she wasn't in, they would leave it until later. With the term ending next Friday, they would just have to wait. If she was in, they would speak to her today.
"Since you're here, can we not just ask what's up with these grades?"
Rachel gave a small frown. This is the sort of thing office hours were for, but she relented and nodded, "fine, if you two make it quick."
The two boys stepped into the office properly and closed the door. Rachel waved her hand at the chairs on the other side of her desk. The boys sat down, facing her.
"What seems to be the problem?" she asked. She absent-mindedly pulled on one side of her neckline, trying to cover up her ample cleavage.
Ryan was a little distracted and his eyes met hers. "It's these reports that we did. They're important and I don't, well, we don't think the grades are fair. I was only over by a little bit and Jake isn't any more pleased than I am."
Rachel looked at the two of them in turn and sighed, "Well, as you said yourself. You were over the assignment due time. And whilst the report was a good attempt, i was pleased with what you wrote. There's rules that we must follow and the University is strict with due dates. You're both in second year, you should know that it's not something I can just wave away." she looked at Ryan to gauge his feelings but he didn't give anything away, "and Jake, I am more than happy to discuss your submission, but I really think office hours is the place for that."
Jake and Ryan both looked at each other. "We know that, but I mean come on, a day late and fair enough but we've both been over the due date at some point or another but only by a few minutes and-"
Rachel put her hand up, "boys, look, I can't do anything about it. If you think I've graded something unfairly then we can discuss this next week and you are more than welcome to take it up with the head of department, but when it comes to late assignments, I can't do anything. You didn't apply for an extension."
Ryan shook his head, "I didn't apply cause I didn't need one, it was only-", he stopped himself and shrugged. "Fuck it, I'm not gunna go to the head of department. We're sorting this out now."
