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As I started my walk towards the locker room, I could still hear the boys talking.
"Bro, did you just slap our professor's ass?!"
"I told you bro, a slut is a slut. She was practically begging for it...I told you dipshits I'd have had my hands all over those tits and bring her to heel..."
"Bro we said by the end of the semester, not the end of the first fucking day. Damn. Look at her... I'm not the only one who looks like they've been fucked."
They cracked up and Robby said "Not yet my friend, not yet. But the 5-day clock has started. Now that I activated slut mode, who knows what she'll fall into? Gotta get her TUCKED in a hurry. She's almost THONGED then its all downhill from there... just wait until you see what I've got planned..."
"Bro, how did those tits feel?!"
I stumbled into the locker room and turned on some water. I looked in the mirror, wow I did look rough. Between the intense workout, emotional roller coaster and early morning, I was a mess. My hair was matted everywhere. My bra was ripped down the front. And I was reeling from what just happened. My phone buzzed.
My husband Greg was wishing me a 'Good Morning'...and I saw it was 9:17! I had class in 13 minutes! No time for a shower. I dressed quickly. I only had the one bra so I did my best to put it back in place then put on my white blouse with a loose gray sweater over.
When I peeled my sweats off, I noticed my right ass cheek was bright red under my panties. I touched it, ouch... I'd have to worry about that later. I put my slacks on & dealt with my hair.
My hair was the worst - a jumbled mess. It took some work but I managed to get it pulled up into a bun. I took another look: not my best look but it'd do considering the circumstances.
I checked my phone again. 9:26. No time for coffee or to reply to Greg's messages. I unlocked my phone to check the day's headlines. I always pick one as a class intro to get the students to pay attention to the real world and learn how to have a conversation around it.
What the?? All over my newsfeed were ads. That was normal... but every ad was for thongs??? Victoria Secret? Some other website I dare not click? Damn, I know my phone listens to me...I guess I did say the word thong a lot this morning. It was just taking notes I guess.
But these are wild... do they have to show the thong being worn in the ad? I blushed & put my phone away.
I bolted out of there but was almost immediately stopped by that blonde with the small tits- wait why did I think of her that way. My mind was just reeling.
"Cindy, there you are!"
I looked at her confused, she approached me like one of her girlfriends, not the esteemed professor I was. And acted like I'd be glad to see her.
"Hi... Betsy is it? You can call me-"
She was too excited to let me finish. "Yes Betsy! Robby said you were wanting my help, of course I'll help you!"
Robby, that's why she was so excited. I saw her glancing over to the corner. Robby and Carson were lifting giant weights. She almost salivated watching them.
"Um I'm not sure about any help but I really need to get to class..."
"Oh I'm sure your professor won't mind if you're late, just tell him you were working out & flirt a little. That always softens them up. Anyway, Robby said you were new to all this and needed some help. Something about not having proper clothing?"
"Oh I uh no that's ok" I stammered still thinking about what I'd just seen on my phone.
"It's ok to be shy, we all start somewhere. You'll get more confidence the more you practice. That's why getting the right clothing will help though like Robby said."
She was still staring at Robby and Carson, they weren't paying attention to us though. They were cracking up, now taking turns standing behind the bench & seeing who could hold more weight on the bar using only the back of their hands to lift it. They both made squeezing motions as they lowered it. "Hahahaha EPIC bro..."
Having a flashback, I clutched at my chest. Betsy took that as a sign I did need help with my clothing.
"I know a bad bra is the worst... so you could go to Lulu or Victoria's but those places are over-priced. I recommend this little place at the mall. Not the new mall, the old mall across town. Oh what's it called- 'Dante's' - its a little iffy but they have the best prices and selection. I can go with you!"
"Oh um no that's ok... I need to go to class but uh thanks. I'll keep that in mind..."
I rushed out of there and got to class at 9:43 in a huff. I was reeling a bit & not used to being late. I was always usually very professional- early and prepared.
"Sorry class, for today's news article let's discuss... um...". I pulled my phone out and opened it again. Yikes, what does that even cover? That black lace is practically see-through. Focus... I glanced at the articles. Something going on in Asia.
"Who can tell me about the situation in Hong Thong? Kong!!"
I looked around, no one was really paying attention. That's good...whew. They rarely had thoughts on current events. I shared a few points on the situation then pulled it together.
I loved teaching, it gave me confidence to be the most educated on a subject. Having all those eager students staring at me for an hour while I was the expert teaching them the finer points of communication. Mondays are my long day. 4 classes with only a short lunch.
I got tired as the day went on, the early morning and the off-putting workout taking their toll. My ass was a bit sore so it made it uncomfortable to stand so much. I was relieved when I finally made it to my lunch break. Just a quick 30 minutes then back at it. I just have to make it to 4:00.
For the first time all day, I had a few minutes to process what happened. Did I just cheat on Greg? Well...no not really. I never did anything? But why didn't I say anything?
Robby's behavior was clearly inappropriate. How do I talk to him about it without it being too awkward? I mean he did cross a line obviously but I'm the one in the position of authority. I should know to stop it.
And it was an intense workout, he probably just got carried away and let his 19-year old libido run wild. I don't want to risk my job or Greg finding out, discretion is the key.
Best done in person, as a communication professor I know that is the only way to avoid subtle miscommunication. And not leave a paper trail...just in case. I needed to nipple - what the hell- I mean nip this in the bud ASAP.
Thankfully, Robby is in my last class of the day, I'll just talk to him right after- short & sweet. That was a mistake, both of us were to blame, let's just move on & forget it happened...we can't see each other outside of class ever again.
I was sick to my stomach just thinking about it all, I couldn't eat a bite of my lunch.
I picked my phone up and finally responded Greg "Sorry hon, busy morning! I know we've been off lately but I love you. Maybe a mulligan tonight ;)". Greg loved golf so I thought he'd appreciate that one.
12:47. I still had 13 minutes so I checked in on Facebook. New friend request- Betsy. Ah, a loose end I'd forgotten about. Just ignore that one. Always best to keep the circle small. I kept scrolling...
More thong ads again?! I can't believe what they show on Facebook- it looked straight up pornographic. A picture dominated one ad - a giant thong-clad rear. The thong was bright lime green with the skinniest string I'd ever seen. 99% of the model's rear was showing...why even wear anything?
This ad looked less professional than Victoria's Secret though. The picture was high quality but definitely not professional. Must be a local ad. I followed the thong line down and saw some tiny text. I had to zoom in.
"Only Thongs EVERY SINGLE DAY, come see DANTE". Gross. That name sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. I tried to zoom in more to see the fine print... crap, I accidentally clicked it!
Immediately, my phone redirected to Dante's website. That exact same picture from the ad was now blown up as the landing page. What's Greg going to think when my phone, Facebook, etc. is constantly showing thongs. I always teach my class the downside of poor communication. How being young just because you may want to send something digitally doesn't mean you should. Your phone knows all. What if someone walks in? I quickly clicked 'Shop THONG CITY' to get that giant ad off my screen. Shop THONG CITY?!
My page redirected to a whole rainbow of thongs, all being modeled again with photos clearly taken by an amateur photographer. Strange. So many thongs, it was stunning. Lacy ones, ones that were only string? Ones with phrases on the crotch? 'I have the pussy, I make the rules'. GROSS. 'Property of ______'. Customize name here. I froze on that one...I should get out of here.
That red one isn't so bad actually, it covers half of her rear. I clicked on 'More Info'.
"This cheeky cut is just what you need to bring a smile to the man in your life."
Oh they have 6 different colors, that's nice.
It showed a few more suggestions that weren't quite so revealing but I kept circling back to the red one. Maybe that's what Greg and I needed to get things going again, a little sexy underwear?
And this one isn't really a thong that only a sl... well loose women wear. It's a 'cheeky cut'. I clicked size Small and "Add to Cart.". Maybe I'll just think about it... just then I heard my door open. I panicked and mashed the right button to make my screen go black as a few students walked in for my 1:00 class.
As the class shuffled in, I wrote Hong Kong on the board. No need for another tongue mix-up. "Does anyone have any thoughts on...uh...this situation?"
Silence as usual... or so I thought. I saw a kid stand up from the back row. It was Robby's friend from the gym... Carson. Carson isn't in my class?! What the?
"Yeah uh Professor G, that's a tough one. I mean there are thongs of people out on the street protesting..."
Did he mean throngs? I was probably just hearing things at this point after being inundated with thong ads on my phone and taking an online visit to what was that called... Thong City. I giggled internally at the ridiculous name.
"The authority really has his hands full on that one...but I think its turning in his favor."
"Interesting... um thanks for sharing. Why are you in my class today...umm Carson isn't it?"
