A college class in session

It was only a few moments until I started to feel again. A breeze, smells, and temperature quickly asserted themselves. I had full tactile awareness. Taking in my surroundings, I saw I was at the entrance to a college campus, and there were hotties everywhere. I had to seriously search the people passing to and fro to spot a few guys. Looking behind me, I saw the street was lined with shops and eateries. About a block in each direction, classic corporate buildings of glass and steel rose up. I felt almost giddy.

"Hmm, what first?" I muttered to myself. I had a strong urge to just tackle a co-ed to the ground and publicly rape her, but that seemed a touch lowbrow. At least for now. Still, I did specifically ask to be dropped off in front of the college, so that seemed like the best place to start.

Walking through the entrance and through the campus proper, I started to look around for a good first target. There were some girls walking down the path, but in general the place seemed rather quiet at the moment. A campus security officer spotted me and began to approach, but as he got closer his eyes went wide, and he swerved down another path while trying to pretend he didn't see me. The interaction made me chuckle, and confirmed that in this new world, my reputation preceded me.

I made my way to promising looking brownstone building and entered it to find a staircase and two hallways. Going down the right hall on a whim, I saw doors on either side, and glancing in the window of one confirmed that classes were in session.

"Target acquired," I said to myself, and boldly walked through the door to one of the classrooms.

The classroom was, as expected, filled mostly with attractive college girls. Out of 30-ish students, I saw only two guys. The professor, who was writing on the whiteboard when I entered, did not disappoint in the visual department either: she was an attractive dark-haired woman who only looked a decade or so older than her students, wearing a white blouse, black pencil skirt, heels, and glasses. As I entered the room, she and all of her students turned to look at me, some with disgust but most with fear.

As I shut the door, the professor pursed her lips and said curtly, "Excuse me, but I'm in the middle of a lesson..."

"I don't care," I interrupted, getting an idea on what I wanted to do today, "I'm taking over this class for today. Go to your desk, sit down, and shut up."

There was a long, tense silence after I gave my order. Eventually though, the professor clenched her fists, grit her teeth and growled, "No."

I blinked in mild surprise, "Excuse me?"

"I said no. I am not letting you take over this class."

Gasps emanated from the girls sitting in the first few rows. One girl, a blonde girl in a pink spaghetti-strap top, hissed, "Professor Sawyer! Don't you know who that is? If you don't obey him..."

"I know who he is," Professor Sawyer said, "And I don't care. Someone needs to stand up to James now, or he'll get out of control."

I wasn't expecting to come up against resistance so soon. But I wasn't disappointed. Far from it, in fact; I'm excited because it means I get to see the 'wrath of God' as Simone put it in action. Knowing everything here was designed to entertain me, it shouldn't take too long to kick in.

Looking to me, the irate professor said, "I may not be able to force you to leave, but I will not entertain you either. You can sit down in the back if you want to stay, but otherwise I suggest you go somewhere else."

She then turned around to write something on the whiteboard... and that's when it happened. There was a loud snap as one of Prof. Sawyer's heels broke, causing her to lose her balance and fall forward with a yelp. She manages to catch herself on her hands, but as she tries to get up the back of her skirt rips all-too-cleanly in half, exposing the black thong nestled between the two pale juicy orbs of flesh that make up her ass.

"It's starting!" an Asian girl in a red sweatshirt shrieked, "The Curse of James!"

"There's no curse!" Professor Sawyer snapped as she pulled herself back up using the metal lip of the whiteboard, "It's just a bit of bad luck."

"That's how it starts," a mousy brunette in glasses says, "But it won't let up until you make it up to him."

"Absolutely not," the professor said, turning to face the class again. When she does though, there is an audible ripping noise as the front of her blouse had somehow gotten caught on the metal without her knowing, and the tear resulted in freeing one of her hefty boobs, which as per my specifications was not confined by a bra, leaving her perky nipple hanging out in all its glory.

"Shit!" she hissed, and turned around to try and free her shirt as I started laughing at her. She had quite a bit of difficulty getting it to let go, and some more tearing ends up convincing her that it would be easier to cut her losses. She ripped off a sizable section of her blouse completely, leaving the caught white fabric hanging from the whiteboard and forced her to cover her exposed boob with one of her hands.

Red-faced and mortified, Professor Sawyer said to her class, "I... I need to get some replacement clothing... but I'm coming back!" Glaring at me, she added, "And when I do, I'm bringing campus security with me!"

"Good luck with that," I said with a smirk, already knowing from my earlier encounter how well that plan would turn out, "I'll keep your class busy while you're gone."

That made her absolutely livid, but with no way to properly retaliate against me she ended up biting her tongue and shuffled off to the door the best she can with a broken heel, one hand over her exposed breast and the other trying desperately to keep her ruined skirt from falling down. As she walked past me, I gave her ass a firm slap, sending the cheeks jiggling as I said, "Come back to me when you're ready to apologize for trying to ruin my fun."

Professor Sawyer let out another shriek and nearly fell over again. Kicking off her heels, she made a mad dash to the door and ran out, slamming it shut behind her. A second later, there was the sound of a thump and a yell from outside, then the handle on the door begins to rattle. After a few seconds, it stopped, and I heard her hurriedly running down the hall.

Walking up to the door, I saw a small piece of black fabric that got caught inside the door when it closed. I opened the door (quite easily, I might add), and am amused to see the professor's black skirt fall down to the floor. It must have gotten caught in the closing door, and when she couldn't get it free the poor professor had to ditch it, leaving her running around in just her thong and torn blouse.

I turned to the students, who were all staring at me from their seats, and pointed to the two boys in the class, "You, and you. Get out. This is a girls only class today."

The two guys hurriedly grabbed their things and left through the still open door. Once they were outside, I slammed the door shut, then walked over to the front of the class and tossed the remains of Professor Sawyer's skirt onto her desk.

"Alright ladies," I said with a grin, "Class is now in session."