Becky's Monday

Becky will not let this place break her.

She is in full problem solving mode. And while she admittedly doesn't have too much power in this situation, she has some.

She has carefully read the full rules variation contract, and knows what she wants to do for now.

Becky bought an expensive power suit to make a strong impression on her first day of teaching, and she is damn well going to wear it, as best as she can, before the AI ruins her life.

So, before midnight, she submits her online request to have Monday as her chosen day of the week upon which she will determine her own outfit.

Balancing following the spirit of the rules with her desire to look like a proper businesswoman is not easy, but she does her best. In the end, the compromise she comes up with is acceptable to her, and most importantly, on her own terms.

As a result, her first lecture passes pretty acceptably. A few lecherous looks at her chest, but to be honest, the vast majority of attention is focused on Amy's nipples and labia, that are practically bursting out of that super-tight uniform.

Her first proper humiliation comes afterwards.

"You wanted to see me, professor?" Becky says politely, standing at Professor Jennings's desk in his private office.

"Yes, yes I did. Rebecca Pond, I presume? Well, of course you are. Who else would be presenting herself to me with her tits spilling out of her jacket." The middle-aged man gives Becky's a shameless lecherous stare. For the first time today, Becky feels truly violated by a man's gaze.

Her outfit is so close to being acceptable businesswoman attire! The well-tailored suit, the heels, the smart hair and make up... But unfortunately, the effect is somewhat ruined by the utter lack of a bra or top, which means huge amouts of cleavage from her sizeable breasts are spilling out from behind the smart grey jacket, the single button underneath straining to keep her tits contained and her nipples concealed.

"I beg your pardon, Mr Jennings." Becky growls, trying to assert herself. "I don't think that's an appropriate way to talk to your students."

The greying man smirks. "Oh, perhaps you're right. Perhaps I should apologize. But then again, is that an appropriate way to dress for my class?"

Becky narrows her eyes. "It's perfectly legal. How about I fulfil my contractual obligations, and you fulfil yours?"

"Quite right, quite right." The man smiles warmly. "But I have no contractual obligation to not speak to you like this, especially given that you have chosen to present yourself in such a manner. I have no doubts in my mind that the appeals court would find it perfectly acceptable, given the circumstances. In fact, perhaps I should come up with a nickname for you. Something fun and light that recognises your inappropriate state of undress. How about 'Becky with the tits'?"

Becky is getting mor eand more angry. "Is this what you called me here for? Mockery? Or are you hoping I'll make some kind of fucked up contract with you in return for you treating me respectfully in class?"

"Not quite." Professor Jennings muses. "But this is about respect. I presume that the contract you mentioned will require you to attend my lectures in similar states of undress for the future, hmm? Well, I would at least like to have it acknowledged that this is not the respect that my classroom is due, even if you won't change your behavior."

Becky's eyes are still narrowed, ears primed for some kind of trick or trap.

"What exactly are you proposing?"

"A truce. I will act respectfully to you, and ignore the transgressions caused by your appearance. I won't mention it, I won't embarrass you in front of your peers, at least I won't make it any worse than you're already embarrassing yourself with your contractually obligated behavior. I'll completely ignore your sexual misdeeds. But in return, I. Want. Your. Respect. Specifically, the first time you see me each day, dressed in an inappropriately provocative manner, I want you to approach me, and as subtly as you like, apologize to me for your erotic apperance. The first one of us to break our end of the deal would owe the other, a standard hefty sum. Let's say, 80 thousand dollars. Just to make sure we stick to it. What do you say?"

Becky closes her eyes, trying to imagine any way that this could be a trap. All the ideas feel quite farfetched, but she doesn't want to get caught out.

"I will agree to the contract with a number of clarifications, clauses and exceptions." She says carefully. "Firstly, by seeing you, this means in real life. Not on a screen. If a contract or situation would reasonably prevent me from speaking to you, or you from hearing, then I should be excused from my daily apology. Similarly, if I see you, but it is not reasonably practical for me to approach you, I should be excused from my daily apology."

"Those are fair, sensible terms." Her new professor agrees. "As long as you don't actively seek out methods to prevent yourself from being able to speak to or approach me, to purposefully skirt your apologizing responsibilities."

"Naturally." Becky agrees. "I would also like to confirm that a simple 'sorry for my appearance', 'apologies for my cleavage' or similar is an acceptable apology."

"Yes, that will do fine." Mr. Jennings raises his hands in reassurance. "I'm just looking for respect and recognition of what I'm being asked to put up with."

"Fine." Becky grumbles. "It's a deal."

"Deal." Mr. Jennings shakes her hand. "Well, we should start right away, should we not?"

"Good morning, Professor. I humbly apologize for the erotic state of my outfit."

"Apology accepted. See? That wasn't so hard, was it. Although I wonder if you'll feel more self-conscious tomorrow. The AI is likely going to have a field day punishing you for the excessive modesty you've chosen today."

Becky's eyes widen. She suddenly feels in danger. Not phsyical danger, but... Something.

This man knows a lot more about the situation than he's let on. What is his game?!

Backy finds herself backing away without turning her back on the man, like one might do with a dangerous, potentially volatile wild animal.

Professor Jennings just smiles warmly and waves her farewell.