I keep my word

I made my way over to the life sciences building where Prof. Suther, my nemesis, worked. Since she hadn't been forthcoming with any details about what I'd be doing for her, other than that I would be modelling for her biology class, I figured heading to her office would be the best place to start.

My stomach was in knots, dreading what she had planned for me. She had it out for me ever since I critiqued her teaching so I'm sure whatever it was, I wasn't going to enjoy it. It was especially distressing knowing that for the first time this week I'd be getting naked in front of an audience without Bridget by my side supporting me.

When I got to Prof. Suther's office, I knocked on the door and waited for a response. There was no answer so after waiting a reasonable amount of time I knocked again, this time slightly louder than before. I heard an exasperated sigh and the footsteps of someone approaching the door.

Prof. Suther opened her office door and looked at me with a puzzled and irritated look on her face. "What do you want? I'm in the middle of preparing for my next class. Why're you here?!" she barked.

"...I'm here to model for your class?"

"What? oh right. wow. I can't believe you're actually here for that. I did not expect you to follow through with it."

"We had an agreement, you made me sign a contract even." I could hear myself shrinking as I said those words. Why was I pushing this?

"Oh Professor Finn, you really are an idiot. And you thought I was the useless one. That wasn't a real contract, it was just something I whipped up quickly on my computer after I spoke to Delia about sitting in on her class. I thought I could use it have some fun with you during the art class, but I assumed you'd realise at some point. You're dumber than I thought."

What? I know I didn't read the document I signed but it did seem official to me. Plus, I might not be a lawyer but I do know that an agreement doesn't have to be a formal document to be binding. Anyway, I had agreed to the arrangement and I always stick to my word. I didn't want Suther to think I was an idiot so I thought I'd try to salvage the moment.

"I know it wasn't a real contract Carlene, but I still agreed to the arrangement and I'm a man of my word. That's why I'm here. So what do I need to do?"

Professor Suther looked at me with a mix of incredulity and something else....almost as if she was impressed? No, that's impossible. She hated me. "Ok, come in. I have a class starting soon. You can model for that."

Carlene's Office was bigger than I expected. Certainly bigger than mine; and most of my colleague's offices. Like my own, her office was furnished with an academic style desk and chair, shelves filled with various textbooks. However unlike my office where everything was strategically crammed in like tetris blocks, and almost every surface was covered with stacks of paper, the furniture in Suther's office was elegantly laid out. The desk was in the centre of the room with extra chairs including a plush, leather Armchair and one of those fancy office chairs that cost more than my weekly paycheck. She even had room for a minifridge and a coat rack. I wondered how she managed to score such an amazing room. She must have some high up connections - probably how she still had a job despite being terrible.

It struck me how well lit her room was. I looked to the right and noticed large windows that looked out of a beautiful courtyard in one of the University squares from which natural light flooded into the room. This was a big difference from my basement office with just one fluorescent lightbulb. The courtyard had a garden with a lawn and flowers so it was popular with students as a place to study in the sun, or meet up with friends. Even now, I could see at least ten students, mostly girls, sitting out in various spots outside.

Professor Suther cleared her throat to snap me out of my thoughts and I turned to see her sitting on her desk, one leg crossed over the other. It was then that I properly noticed what she was wearing - a short denim skirt that stopped mid thigh, a low cut white singlet, and knee high leather boots. This wasn't surprising; she always dressed inappropriately for an academic. As I rolled my eyes Prof. Suther rummaged through her bag searching for something.

"Ok, why don’t you start by getting naked? Let's see if there's any stubble on your balls from yesterday's shaving session."

"What? I'm not doing that. I agreed to model for you, not to let you groom me whenever you fancy."

"Actually Avery, you agreed to do whatever I want." Dammit she was right, thinking back to yesterday those were the words she used.

"I can't do that here, there are students outside and they can see me through the window."

"I don't care, get naked now or go back on your word." She had me in a bind. Either I left this room now a coward with no integrity and have close up photos of my nude body uploaded to the internet or take my clothes off now and expose myself to Suther and to any of those students who happened to look up at the right time. I let out a sigh...another ten students probably wouldn't make much of a difference at this point.

I unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing and hung it on the coat rack. Then I bent down and took off the shoes and socks I borrowed from Bridget's father. I took my phone, wallet and keys out of the pockets and placed them on a shelf. I took off the belt. Lastly, I turned away from Prof. Suther and pulled down the pants I was wearing bringing my toned cheeks into view.

"Really Avery? You're going commando at work? How very inappropriate." Prof Suther snickered, echoing the words of my complaint to the Dean about her. When I got dressed at Bridget's house this morning they had offered me a pair of underwear but I turned it down, it felt strange agreeing to wear someone else's used underwear, even if they were clean. I was definitely regretting that decision now.

"Let's just get this over with." I looked sheepishly out the window, thankfully none of the students had noticed my state of undress yet. Professor Suther walked up to me and grabbed my equipment without any ceremony. She then knelt down in front of me and using two hands started feeling my shaft and testicles.

"This isn't working, there's not enough light down here." Strange, the room was filled with light. "Get up on the table, on your back, and spread your knees apart." I did as I was told, not wanting to prolong the exchange. Suther turned back to her bag and pulled out a magnifying glass and returned to manhandling my private parts.

"Just what I thought, your hair has already started to grow back. We're going to have to take care of this." Professor Suther stood up and move to the shelf. "Luckily, I still have supplies from yesterday." She said whilst holding up the razor and shaving cream she used on the football field. I was shocked, if there was regrowth or stubble it was minimal - hardly something that could interfere with the view of her students.

She lathered up my balls and even my shaft with the cream. "You know Avery, this would be so much easier if you were erect. Less risk of your skin getting caught in anything it shouldn't. I'm surprised, a man of your age still flaccid whilst a beautiful woman like me handles your package...are you sure everything's working downstairs? I wouldn't want a suboptimal specimen for my students" she teased.

After the four incredible orgasms I already had this morning there was no way I was going to get erect any time soon. Especially not for Carlene's frigid witch hands. But I couldn't tell her about my morning, there was no way she'd let me live that down. "It works just fine" I said through gritted teeth "this just isn't an arousing situation."

"we'll see about that." With that she walked over to the windows and opened it outwards. The windows were old, like the university, and the panels made a loud creaking bang as they opened. The noise caught the attention of the students in the courtyard who looked up suddenly.

"OMG there's a naked man in that office!" one of the girls squealed. Anyone who hadn't already looked up from the sound of the window definitely looked up now. I now had at least ten pairs of eyes on me, none of whom I recognised, watching as I had no way to cover myself. Naturally, as to be expected with a group of students their age, half the crowd pulled out their phones and started taking pictures or videos. My only hope was that I wasn't recognisable with the distance and the sun reflecting off the glass. Of course, realising that there was nothing I could do at this point my dick decided to betray me and slowly started to fill up again. It was nowhere near my max length, but it was definitely fuller than before. "That's better" Carlene said with a shit eating grin on her face.

Slowly, she started to shave my balls. Suther was surprisingly gentle at this point, and meticulously covered every nook and cranny with the blade. Then she moved up to my shaft, which was still getting harder with each minute, and cleaned up the supposed stubble from her inspection.

"Alright, flip over. Let's check your anus." I could not believe the indignity I was being subject to. I turned over so that I was laying with my chest on the desk. Suther asked me to spread my legs as far apart as possible, then she had my use my hands to pull my cheeks open.

*Click* I heard the sound of a camera phone and I could tell that Suther had taken a close up of my asshole. I rolled my eyes again, but at least once this was through she would delete all the photos she had off me. I felt the shaving cream as it was spread over my cheeks and my hole. With the same attention to detail, Suther shaved my backside.

"OK all done. Clean yourself up." She threw me a small hand towel which I used to wipe up all the excess shaving cream on my body. Prof. Suther continued "It's almost time for the class to start. Get dressed and we'll head over to the classroom."

I rushed over to the coat rack, grabbed my pants, and shimmied them on. I heard a collective groan from the students outside when they realised the show was over. Once I was dressed, I followed Professor Suther out of the office and towards her classroom.

I realised I still didn't know what I'd be modelling for her class. "So what exactly will we be covering in the class?" I asked.

"It's my Introduction to Biology class; we've been covering plant biology this fortnight. I was meant to give them a test, you can help me with that?"

"Wait, I thought the class was on male anatomy? Isn't that why you needed a model?"

"I said you would be modelling for my biology class...I never said anything about human anatomy being part of the class."

I was puzzled as to how I could possibly help with a plant biology class. Maybe if this had nothing to do with my body this wouldn't be too bad after all.