By Bus.

Professor Sands was engaged in conversation with Bridget as we walked towards the edge of the field. Which was how I preferred it. I had the luxury of trailing behind so I could at least cover my privates while Sands was distracted. A field trip? What complete and utter rubbish! We are perfectly capable of studying everything we need to here at Intectus. These are university students for heaven's sake! Not primary schoolers. My torrent of complaints swirling in my head came to a halt as we reached the street.

"Wait, we're taking that?" Our walk led us to a bus parked at the edge of the campus.

"Why of course Professor, what else would we take? There are other buses to drive over the rest of the students but I chose this one for you because we have some more late transfers on board who need to see you. Now hop on in. Our last batch of new students need one more introduction." Just like that, Sands circled behind me and hustled me into the bus by pushing my butt with her hands. I blushed as I tried to drag my feet a little to prolong my inevitable exposure before another batch of students. Bridget already climbed aboard, giving me a wink and a wave before loading herself on.

It seemed Professor Sands lost patience with me since she gave my butt a firm squeeze in order to propel me forward. It worked. I winced as she gave me another squeeze as I stumbled up the steps to the bus still holding my package. Professor Sands released me as I met the eyes of a heavy set Black woman wearing red lipstick and a uniform with the IDU logo on it. I recognized her as Irma Thompson, our now grinning bus driver. "Damn Professor Finn, who knew you were this fine!? If you were anybody else I would've kicked you off the bus for degeneracy. But no, I am going to have to make an exception for all this!" She gestured up and down at my naked body. "You can board my bus anytime Prof!" And so my blush deepened as Irma batted her eyelashes at me.

"Irma has been informed about your situation beforehand. Though she probably didn't know you would be naked while boarding the bus."

"Ain't no problem here Professor Sands. If Mr. Finn wants to show me what he's got, who am I to stop him?"

"That's Professor Finn to you Ms. Thompson." I growled, trying to hold in my embarrassment.

Irma merely rolled her eyes and smiled, "Whatever Mr. Finn. And please, call me Irma."

I shook my head solemnly as Professor Sands turned me to face the rows of seats down the aisle. As Sands pointed out before, there were a couple of new faces among the class who were now staring at me open-mouthed but there were also many more students that I have recognized from previous classes who were grinning excitingly. They were all looking forward to this all day.

Sands patted me on the shoulder, "Now introduce yourself so you can become acquainted with our students who missed out on the first few classes...and hands to your sides!"

I swallowed, knowing I couldn't keep covering up in front of Sands forever but still dreading what came next. I placed my hands on my hips and there were some sharp intakes of breath coming from the new students and Irma as well. "Yeah boy, now that's what I like to see!"

My heart hammered away as I delivered the same practiced speech that I had to deliver for every one of these humiliating introductions, "Good day to you all students. My name is Professor Avery Cornelius Finn. I am a teacher in the mathematics department and I will be modelling for you during this...excursion." I tensed up at that last part. "If you have any questions, please direct them to me or Professor Sands."

"Actually Avery, I will be following you in my own car. So I will leave all the questions to you until we meet up at the museum."

"I beg your pardon?" I turned to Sands as she exited the bus.

"I'm carrying some equipment in my car that needs to be delivered to the museum. It was part of the favor for Carlene as a thank you for arranging this for us."

"Wait, what favor? What equipment?"

Before she could answer me, the bus doors closed and Sands wandered off.

"Forget about her equipment Finn. Everybody here wants to focus on your equipment." Irma pointed at my dick and this triggered laughter throughout the entire bus.

My face fumed once again as I threw my hands before my genitals. One good thing about Sands being gone was that I was at least free to do that much. I flinched as Irma reached towards me and pinched my buttocks. "Honey, I could stare at you all day but we got to get going. So go and grab a seat sugar, you got plenty of options." Irma turned towards the windshield and started up the bus.

Ah yes, naked from head to toe, where exactly was I going to sit on this contraption of humiliation?