Avery's Stroll

I was about to go to see the dean, my female boss. Well actually, I was about to stroll through the school, where I work, completely naked from head to toe for everyone to see. I don't know, if I was doing it on my own, or Delia convinced me to do it. Or maybe I couldn't refuse Bridget. Either way, I simply agreed and just started to walk. Naked as the day I was born. This is humiliating. I'm a professor and I teach math here. They should respect me, but now everyone is going to ogle me, while I walk the corridors naked. Absolutely nothing to hide. It couldn't be worse. It's one thing to pose naked in front of your students, as a nude model for the art department, but walking naked through the university, where you teach, to meet your female boss, is another level.

I continued walking very aware of my nudity. Slapping my bare feet on the cold tiles, feeling the breeze of the corridor draft on my bare skin. I was naked. I was suddenly aware what I was doing:

It hadn't been long since I, voluntarily (or was it?), agreed to pose, one time, for Delia Sands' art class and that was even supposed to be with clothes on! Now the university board has decided that I'm to be full time, nude model and have to be naked, posing in front of my own students. And right now, I'm walking naked through the corridors to see my boss- Myra Ostendi. How could it happen?

My thoughts were interrupted, when I suddenly started to notice, that the students were around and they were looking at me. Because of my sudden awareness, I wanted the Earth to just crack and suck me in to disappear, but I knew I had to brave myself and pretend it is normal for a math professor to walk the corridors of the university in his birthday suit.

"Nice outfit, professor", "It must be hot outside", then some "Italian style" whistles and "Nice!", followed by friendly "Hello, professor" and "Haaai" with a wink by passing girls. I wasn't brave enough to look back, I simply knew they were turning their heads to look at my behind. I'm pretty sure, I've heard a shutter. They were taking photos! Photos of my utter humiliation. And even worse- in front of me, at the end of the corridor- there was a small group of girls. One of them was holding a phone and recording me from the front, as I was steadily approaching them. Being self-conscious heighten my humiliation. I was being filmed by a young girl: full frontal nudity stroll through the university corridors. As I was slowly, approaching them, my humiliation reached its peak. I simply didn't know what to do. I, for sure, wouldn't want to show them, that I'm embarrassed, so I simply said a friendly (and I hope not awkward) hello.

"Hello, professor", they answered, almost, in unison. "Going for stroll?", "Where are you going, professor, so nicely dressed?", "You look very nice in your new suit, professor; new-old suit; you should ALWAYS dress like that- it looks good on you".

"I'm actually in a hurry, I've just finished posing for prof. Sands' art classes and I'm going to Myra; don't want to be late for the meeting with the dean". I was only hoping this would suffice as an explanation of my state.

"Well, professor, it was NICE to SEE you in your new suit. Hope you won't be changing it for any other".

"This one is the best"- they added.

And so I continued my naked stroll through the university to finally reach the door to the offices of my boss- prof. Myra Ostendi.