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Chapter 8 by Speci@lty Speci@lty

Who did Scarlet bring me to see? The dean? Campus Security? One of her friends? One of my friends? Someone else?

Campus Security.

"Well what do we have here?"

Two women in uniform were sitting down having lunch together until they noticed yours truly. "Looks like some pervert wandered on to campus and started flashing all the pretty girls Emma." The campus security guard addressed her partner.

"I'm guessing your right Deedee, looks like our lunch break is over." They both rose from their table while Emma, the tallest of the two guards, pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Alright stud, put your hands behind your back."

I was sweating in a panic now. "W-wait! Please! You don't understand! I'm a professor here!" I shook out of Bridget's grip. Having a young beauty like her clinging to me in my underwear was not going to help me right now.

"Save your excuses." Emma slapped the cuffs around my wrists and walked me out of the crowd of gaping students right into another crowd of girls who were watching the event transpire from outside.

Deedee, the shortest of the two cops was walking in front of me when she turned to face me. "What kind of professor are you anyway? Biology? Cause if so..." she grabbed elastic waistband of my boxers pulling them forward to get a full view of my penis. "There are other visual aids you could have provided for the students." She licked her lips.

I blushed furiously. I was totally helpless from preventing these security guards from having their way with me. In desperation I called out over my shoulder past Emma who was holding me in her steely grip. "Girls! Come on! Tell them I'm your teacher! Scarlet? Ingrid? Bridget?! I did this for you guys! Do something!"

Do the girls heed my call or do the security guards take me away?

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