Thonged And Donged Ch 02

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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?"

He smiled big at the recognition. "Professor Smith asked me to audit and report back. Plus I knew you'd have an extra seat with Jasmine ahem out of commission today". He smirked even more at this.

Hmm...that didn't quite add up but I just wanted this day from hell over. And Jasmine...why did I remember that name? Oh right, I felt my face turn a slight shade of red.

"Um ok, Let's just move on."

Tired & distracted, I sped through my lecture in record time; class finished 20 minutes early. As the students shuffled out, I grabbed my phone again. I didn't need to check anything, I just wanted to appear busy so they wouldn't approach me. I was just ready for this day to end.

I punched in my code and as I did, the giant thong ad sprang to my screen. It must have defaulted to Dante's homepage after I didn't check out earlier. As I heard footsteps approaching, I frantically scrambled to get it off. In my panic, I hit two buttons at the same time and heard the CLICK as my phone screenshotted it. UGH!

As I felt someone hovering, I just slammed it face down on the desk. Crap, it was Carson. Had he seen?

He didn't say anything but he had this bemused look on his face. "Professor G, I just wanted to say how I really enjoyed your work today. Very eye-opening...I'll make sure to report how well you did"

I stammered "Thank you...I'm sorry but I need to go check on something...". I stood up and rushed towards the door.

"Hey wait...you forgot your phone..."

He picked it up and lingered. My eyes lasered in on the phone, hoping it'd been 30 seconds so it'd locked again. He held it making no move to come to me. The manners on these boys. I walked back towards him and feebly held my hand out.

He gave me the phone and smirked "Here you go.... I don't want to keep you from doing your shopping!"

My face went bright red as I rushed out the door and went straight to my car. No way could I face Robby & my next class now. I hurriedly sent an email saying class was canceled due to an emergency.

I couldn't believe I was lying and canceling class, that is so out of character. I started my car and sped away from campus as fast as I could.

It was only 2:00. I breathed a sigh of relief, Greg wouldn't be home for several hours. I needed to clear my head. Maybe home for a bath and some wine to relax? My mind drifted to the last time I'd had something to drink while resting in warm water. I still felt guilty about that. Not risking that again...Home was out for now!

I still hadn't eaten but my appetite was gone. A movie? I didn't really want to be alone in the dark with my thoughts.

Shopping! Some retail therapy is what I need. Shopping is one of my favorite things- getting to hunt for new clothing always excited me. As the youngest professor on campus, I thought it very important to dress well so everyone knew I was a qualified professional. I wore some unusual sizes which made it hard to find tops that fit right but I loved a good challenge. It just meant I had to shop a little more which I loved.

Sure caring about my appearance so much might seem shallow but it was important how I present myself as a distinguished professor representing the school. Plus something deep down about it had always just excited me!

Maybe I could find some new golf shirts for Greg. Things had been a little off lately and he loved gifts. I pulled up my phone to check who sells his favorite brand.

AHH! Even on the golf website, I'm getting thong ads. Its like my phone is infected with slutware- I mean malware. How could I make this stop? It already was getting me in trouble in class, imagine if I'm at home or a staff meeting... then a brilliant idea hit me.

I just need to trick my phone into thinking I buy a thong! Then it will leave me alone and move on to my next obsession- I mean what it thinks is my next obsession.

I'll just drive to Victoria's Secret and go through the motions of buying one without really doing it. Then my phone will move on to the next thing it thinks I need- I'll make sure its something boring haha.

As I laughed at my genius plan, I turned up the radio and jammed out. Finally feeling a little better & seeing an end to this nightmare day.

"Lay-la...you've got..."

I love the oldies.

"...me on my knees..."

Crap, I drove right by the mall 2 minutes ago. Lost in that stupid song. I kept driving as I looked for a good place to turn around.

Hmm...its about 7 minutes back to the mall... its only another 15 minutes to the older mall.

The new mall can be kinda busy.

And someone I know might see me at the popular mall, I bet my students shop there. What if Robby or his friends are there? Can't risk that after today! Definite NO.

Plus my phone keeps showing me ads for that one store...that's where it expects me to go. I smiled at my even better plan and turned up the music.

"Darling won't you please..."

I pulled into an almost empty parking garage. PERFECT! No one here to see me.

As I walked in, I was shocked. Time had passed this mall by... most shops were closed and the open ones I'd never heard of. All local stores with no business. There was even an after-school career training program being hosted here.

Where was I going, again? I found the directory, it clearly hadn't been updated. The American Eagle I passed earlier looked like it hasn't been open in years.

I scanned the names... Dante's... that's it. It was just around the corner.

I saw the window displays from about 50 feet away, 3 female mannequins wearing very tight, short dresses. Very bright colors. It would have shocked me if I hadn't been staring at thongs all day.

I nervously approached the store. Just get through this and it will all be over soon. You can do this. Remember your education- clear, direct communication to avoid confusion. Be confident! I'm the customer here. I walked in and looked around, I was the only customer. Great! No one would awkwardly spy me here.

A large, older black man stood behind the counter. He was probably in his 50s. He gave me a big toothy grin as I walked in, probably excited to have a customer.

"May I help you, miss?"

I said loudly & winked "I'm here to BUY A THONG!" Hear that, phone?

He looked taken aback "What was that?"

"Sorry I thought I spoke up... I'm here to BUY A THONG!"

He laughed "oh I heard you sweetie, I just wanted to hear that again."

My face went bright red, ok maybe this wasn't my best idea. But I'd done the hard part, might as well finish now.

"I'm Dante and you've definitely come to the right place. Let me help you..."

"Oh um I'm ok, I'll just look around. I won't be long I promise..."

I awkardly wandered into racks of tight dresses. One in particular shocked me. How does anyone wear this? It looks like snakeskin painted on someone's body? Made out of some kind of spandex? It felt smooth to the touch...

"Like that one, sweetie? You can try it on..."

I jumped as Dante snuck up behind me. He was at least 6'4 with a little bit of a belly and a round smiley face. He picked up the hanger with the dress. "Size small seems right?"

His hands were huge, and the dress looked tiny in his giant paws.

"Oh no no...I'm just here to buy a thong."

He laughed "Oh yes, as you've told me several times. You are an eager one. Follow me.."

He led me to the back corner of the store. There was a flashing neon sign that said "Thong City" - my mind went back to the website but as I looked around & saw it in person, this was so, so much worse.

Thongs hung one on top of each other from ceiling to floor. Rows and rows in every color and different style. Next to most of them was a single Polaroid picture of the thong being modeled? Rap music was blaring in a speaker nearby.

The words out the speaker shocked me "Baby girl I know you wanna show that th-thong thong..." and I was disoriented by the display & loud music.

I was almost dizzy taking it all in at once, that confidence went out the window as I stared at thong after thong, picture after picture...at least 90% of the pictures definitely weren't targeting me..mostly larger women of different ethnicities all wearing bright thongs.

"I think I'm in the wrong store..."

Dante's whole body shook as he laughed. "Nah baby girl...you said over & over you're looking to buy a thong, THONG CITY is where you come. You're in the exact right place! So what are you looking for? We've got everything as you can see... do you want to try some on? I get the impression you don't do this much. Most stores won't let you try them on but I'll make an exception for you..."

"Oh no no I uh just need to buy a thong" my voice sounding less confident by the second. Be confident! But it was growing harder & harder to listen to my own advice. In my normal world, I had worked hard to become an expert & highly regarded professor. That had brought the confidence I so desperately needed and I protected it dearly. Never wanting to return to those pre-Greg days of feeling weak willed and insecure.