Go to work (Boys Senior College)

You remember today was a week day, and it was time for you to get back to work at the local boys senior college for the first time after your 'holiday'. Most of everyone there were young men over 18, a hot pot of young male testosterone and horniness all put into one. You were an English teacher there and you taught a classroom of 20 or so boys who were all in their senior years. Each one were as randy as they come for teenagers, and you had caught them ogling your body almost every day while you taught or sashayed around the school. You could feel the sexual tension there, which had unnerved you before, but not so much now. Not with your new directive in life. If they wanted to do something to you now, you would allow them to.

You decide to dress yourself in something different from the modest wear you usually had on, a tight fitting grey jacket, matching black mini skirt, stockings, garter belt and a pair of black pumps. You do not bother with underwear of any kind, preferring to keep yourself open for easy access. To make yourself even more enticing, you make sure the jacket you chose only had buttons towards your belly, so that you could show off the massive cleavage of your tits squashed within, showing anyone looking that you are not wearing a bra. After checking yourself if you would be pleasingly satisfactory to the male eye, you put the pair of fake glasses you had on, the ones that you thought made you look more professional but only more sexy instead. Walking out the door, you drive over to the campus grounds.

When you arrive, you were immediately greeted by stares towards your magnificent chest from the moment you got out of your car. You made sure to bend over to reach in for your purse, giving the young men and the male teachers in view a show of the goods from behind, potentially a sneak peek at your exposed pussy as your mini skirt rides up your hips. You maintain a facade of nonchalance, continuing about until the start of first period. Everyone you passed by was looking at you, whispering and staring. Every time you had to speak to someone, you stuck your chest out towards them, your tits threatening to burst out into their faces. Even during the teaching period, you ensured the you needed to bend over whatever furniture was about and provide various other excuses to expose your cleavage or bare pussy to your students. You also maintained close proximity to tantalize them more. At one time, you knelt down to pick something off the ground that you conveniently dropped under a student's table. Your face came within inches to his throbbing bulge on his pants, almost touching it with your nose. At another time, when you were leaning over a student's shoulder, you almost pressed your right tit against his neck. He did however, turn to witness the cleavage you had up close. By the end of first period, you had worked up most, if not all, of the young men in the room. They socialized with each other, and the whispers carried on about your new and insanely enticing nature.