Cassie gets impatient

"But class is almost over, isn't it?" Cassie asked, turning to look at the clock at the back of the classroom.

"'Almost over' is not 'over', Cassie. We still have three mi-" Liz was interrupted by the door to the classroom opening.

"Alright girls," called the dean, stepping into the room. "Time for you all to head for the South Green so we can get you prepared for the auction."

A few of the students glared at Cassie, as though she had personally summoned their end, but everyone rose without complaint. The dean had taken temporary ownership of all the students to make the auction easier to manage, so none of the women present could argue with him for coming early.

"Professor, you lead them over. I'll be at the back, making sure the rest keep up."

"Yes sir," Liz replied, obediently moving to the door.

As she passed the dean, the man reached out to palm her bottom, squeezing the half-moon through her fitted slacks. Dutifully, Liz stopped as the dean indulged himself, groping first one cheek, then the other.

"Ah, I might just miss this. It's too bad the other department heads voted to put this one up for the rest of them. It's just so damn passionate about its 'feminism' nonsense, they think they can fuck the idea right out of its head. Like I haven't been trying that for years. Well, it makes a good bait to draw out the other women that might be difficult; gonna need to find another for this course."

With a scoff, the dean slapped Liz's ass, shoving her out into the hallway where she was quickly followed by her students. She didn't give herself a chance to get caught up in the dean's words. The man had said much the same ever since she had been put in charge of a class, but she knew she was helping women learn how to stand up against injustices from their owners. Liz could only hope that she could keep doing so much in the future. If the way the dean hinted that his peers at the college wanted her was true...

It was a five minute walk to the South Green from the liberal arts building, and through the short trip, few paid any attention to the gaggle of women about to be sold. One or two men though, young college boys really, give their friends a high five before racing off ahead of the women towards the coming event.

The class reached the long lawn of the South Green at the same time as the various girls coming from the fine arts classes, though the women in STEM classes hadn't arrived yet. There were probably a few minutes more before those auction candidates made it from the other side of campus. For now, Liz and her class gathered near the screen partitions by the stage set up in the middle of the lawn for these events.

The dean, having assured that all his marks for the auction had made it, stalked ahead of them, giving Liz one last swat on the ass before entering one of the partitions. Right behind him though came one of her students, looking for some last reassurance.