Lindsay Adams was not the 'typical' professor at the small, private college where she worked. She was conservative and a conformist. She was also a young, attractive, blonde female. As a result, most of her cohorts and nearly all of her economics students had a hard time figuring her out. Lindsay was temperamental, demanding, and interminably sexy. She'd wear clothes fit for a grandmother one day and trendy outfits befitting her age of thirty the next.
Several attempts by older professors to get her drunk at parties resulted in failure. She would show cleavage or a little leg when it might lead to increased funding for her department, but never for personal gain. She was happily single. Lindsay only dated guys having nothing to do with her college. There would be no whispered talk about Lindsay around water coolers if she had her way.
Her assigned parking space was in a small lot adjacent to the football and soccer teams' practice field. Generally, it was not an issue except for the long walk to get to her office in the winter. One day, however, it became an issue.
Lindsay pulled up only to find a football blocking sled half on the grass and half in her spot. It had already been a particularly aggravating day for her and this was the last straw. She pulled up as far as she could and, with nobody in sight, headed for the gymnasium next to the practice field.
She did not personally know the football coach. As far as she was concerned, sports at the college were a waste of money that could be better spent upgrading the computer network so it actually worked right. Lindsay entered a side door of the gym and proceeded down a narrow hallway. She was drawn down an intersecting hallway by the sound of voices.
As she approached a set of doors, it became apparent the voices were those of young men—she assumed the football team. Just as she was about to turn back, one door opened and a tall, broad shouldered player wearing a towel around his waist stepped out.
They were much too close for Lindsay to simply ignore him by turning. Their eyes met and they stood frozen for a second.
"Uh, um, I'm looking for the coach," Lindsay stuttered.
The player's eyes had already done a quick scan up and down Lindsay's body. She wore a light, summery dress that buttoned down the front. He thought he recognized her, but did not know Lindsay by name.
"Well, his office is clear on the other side," he said. After a short pause, he added, "It would be easier for you to cut through here than to go around."
Lindsay immediately felt a red flag go up in her mind. But before she could react, the player was blocking her retreat by craftily sidestepping her.
"I'll go around," she replied. "It's OK. It wasn't that big of..."
"No, really. Cut through," the player said, putting his hand on her arm and nudging her towards the door.
"No. I'm..."
The young man pulled open the door and all but dragged Lindsay through it. Luckily for him, there were no other player's immediately in sight or she might have either shouted or struggled. But at first glance, it appeared to Lindsay that there might, in fact, be a safe passage through the rows of lockers.
After passing three narrow rows, her opinion changed.
The player nudged Lindsay down the next aisle, at the end of which stood a couple more guys in towels. Then her worst fear came true: a naked player walked behind them.
"I shouldn't be here," Lindsay said, trying to extract herself from the grasp of the young man next to her. "I'm going back."
"Too late," he said. "C'mon."
They took half a dozen more steps to reach the end of the row of lockers. Now Lindsay could see close to fifteen players, half of them naked. She heard showers and loud talking and laughing somewhere farther back in the locker room.
When one of the guys closest to her noticed Lindsay, the player holding her said with a smile, "She's lost. I thought I'd help her find the coach's office."
Soon, the number of players congregating around Lindsay grew to twenty, and then thirty.
"The fastest route is through the shower," one player yelled out, resulting in laughter and more comments she could not understand.
"Lost my ass," one of the naked men said. "She came in on her own for a peek. She probably wants to do the team."
More laughter preceded Lindsay's final, failed attempt to escape.
"Let me go!" she ordered the guy holding her arm. "You can't make me stay."
"No, but we can change your mind about it," he replied. "Look at all these dudes just waiting to make you happy. You have your pick."
Lindsay had to purposely look anywhere except into the midst of the crowd around her in order to show her 'disinterest.'
"Let me go!"
The player moved behind Lindsay and pulled both of her arms behind her back. Her ample breasts pressed against her dress and stretched the material around the buttons straining to hold it together.
"Kevin. You're a captain. Why don't you do the honors of getting our guest ready for the shower?"
One of the largest players, still in a towel, stepped up and smiled down at the petite blonde.
"Hello, Ms. Adams," he said. "You're not in the Economics Department any more. Welcome to the team. Let me show you some of the hazing we give rookies."
With that, Kevin reached for the top button on her dress.
"Hey! Don't you dare! What do you think..."
"I think you should be quiet," Kevin told her, flipping open the first button.
Lindsay's tan skin began to appear and when he had the second button open, most of the players could see a hint of her beige-colored bra. The next button was in the middle of her tits and Kevin lingered there when it was unfastened.
A sudden silence overcame the room as he slowly progressed past her tits and down her abdomen. Her bra was plainly visible by the time he reached the bottom of her stomach. Soon, matching panties could be seen as he got to the last button. After a moment's teasing pause, he flicked it open and let the dress hang loose.
"Shit. I'm going to need a towel," one of the players said quietly, and the entire team laughed to relieve the tension.
Lindsay was not laughing. But despite her alarm, she could not entirely avoid noticing the ever-growing cocks hanging between the legs of those players without towels. Her dress did little to hide her tits and pussy and the men were beginning to show the effects of watching.
"If you're going to take a shower with us Ms. Adams, you won't need this dress," Kevin said.
"I'm not taking a shower with you," she demanded.
"We'll see."
