Karla Oliana, the teacher

It was getting late, it was almost dark and she hadn't left the faculty yet, partly because of her, she hadn't yet entered her students' grades in the last partial into the system, but that part wasn't her fault, the system had been down for a whole week, she couldn't work like that. What was her fault was not having the foresight to transfer the application grades to a personal file, and when the system was back up she could do everything in an instant.

And the reason she hadn't left yet was because the system wasn't fully repaired, she could access it from the computers in the offices, but the remote access from her notebook, from all the teachers, was down, so she couldn't go home yet, she had to finish this mess with a deadline of the day after tomorrow. "Someone is going to be fired" she didn't know who, but the administration would use one of the IT guys as a scapegoat.

She let out an inappropriate yawn and decided she deserved a break. Absentmindedly reaching out for his cup of coffee, which had long since gone cold, he carelessly touched it with his fingers and knocked it over. “Fuck!” He cursed loudly as he jumped to his feet, the cup not only staining his jeans and shirt, ruining one of his favorite outfits, but it crashed to the ground, spilling more coffee all over the floor and breaking into pieces. He let out a groan of frustration, the day only getting worse and worse.

With a firm step, almost stomping on the floor, she marched on her heels in search of a rag and something to pick up the broken ceramic pieces.

— Karla —, a female voice called her before she got too far away —, calm down, we're all equally upset —. It was Claudia, a friend and materials teacher, who was handing her a rag while bending down to pick up the splinters from the cup.

Karla let out a sigh —, sorry, normally at this time I'd be at home enjoying Mister —, she was referring to her cat —, while we watch a series in bed. I swear I want to rip the head off the idiot who made the mess in the system —. As she apologized she accompanied her friend while she cleaned up.

— You're not the only one, I already have enough with the new students, every semester a hundred enter and at the end of the first semester sixty leave. Most of them don't even pay attention to class, and I have to put up with this.

Karla laughed bitterly. “You haven't been a teacher for long, just a year, you'll get used to it.” It was true, Karla was a decade older than Claudia, and while she had been a teacher for that long, her younger friend had barely gotten her teaching position.

“I don't know, it's frustrating, most of them are kids fresh out of high school, too immature to take their studies seriously... like me when I was studying.” The younger of the duo blushed as she remembered her first years as a student. “I think it's karma for what I put my teachers through.”

As Karla bent down, the tension in her pants showed, if anyone saw her from behind, that she wasn't wearing panties. “It happens to everyone, it's part of the job, but if you're lucky, you find little diamonds in the rough, some students who really show interest, the only thing they need is pressure.” Claudia raised an eyebrow —, the day I find one of those I'll let you know, but for now all of mine are a nightmare —. They finished picking up the ceramic pieces and drying the floor. They got up and placed everything they had picked up inside an empty packet of A4 sheets, luckily it was on the older woman's desk.

— Hey, it's true, look —. Karla adjusted her long brown hair as she stood up, she searched through her students' notes and found what she was looking for —. This is mine, Matías Ibarra, he started the semester with a ten, and during class I noticed his effort to pay attention and understand the subjects. I even talked to his other teachers, they all agree that he has potential —. She was proud of her student.

Claudia was impressed by how happy her friend seemed, but she remained skeptical, she took a look at the boy's notes and noticed something that reaffirmed her beliefs —. But his grades slipped in the last quarter, from tens to barely passing.

The expression on Karla's face faded at the comment ¬—, as I said, he lacks a little pressure. I don't know what happened to him, but he started coming to class with dark circles under his eyes and falling asleep. I know he shouldn't, but I was still trying to get him to improve.

— You're right, you shouldn't, you're not his mother, we can't be behind our students like we were elementary school teachers —. I finished securing the pile of leaves and threw them into a nearby trash can —. That's enough talk, it's late and we have to finish.

Karla cursed under her breath, the break she intended to take flew by between the talk and cleaning up her mess, in fact she couldn't even do something about the coffee stain on her clothes, which had actually already dried.

Before they could return to their torments, both women's phones rang with an email notification. The system problem had been resolved, and it could now be accessed from their computers at home. —YES! —, Karla cheered, raising her arms. —Thank God, I'll finish this tomorrow. Now I just want a shower and sleep hugging my cat.

She said goodbye to her friend as she gathered her belongings, almost running to the elevator. She didn't realize that as she waited at the elevator door, the hallway was deserted, not a single other professor was in sight, but she was too happy to notice. As soon as her ride arrived at the ground floor, she entered and something happened to her. Her eyes glazed over, she stared into nothingness as she pressed the elevator's basement button in a trance. The faculty didn't have a basement. In seconds, the elevator descended to its destination. The doors opened to reveal a pair of red curtains that parted on their own, behind them there was only darkness. Karla stepped forward to move on…

— Karla Oliana! Our master's sexy math teacher.

The aforementioned woman was startled by the shout of her name and the sound of applause coming from nowhere. She quickly looked around and was astonished. She was in a theater when a few seconds ago she was waiting for the elevator, her student and two unknown women were sitting on the other side of the room, and a perverted exhibitionist had called her sexy.

She didn't waste a second and ran to one of the walls to her left, in her attempt to escape she went through the curtains and vanished.

— Oh, it's impressive that none of you thought of running, I don't know if that speaks very badly of you or very well of me —. Isabella commented to her guests, but she didn't seem upset that one of her contestants had disappeared.

Serena would have said that she did think of running, but she still had her **** smile while expressing offense with her eyes. Matías was still too embarrassed to look up, so he didn't even see the newcomer. In fact, if it were possible, he would curl up even more when he heard that it was his math teacher.

— It's not like you'd let me try —. Graciela was the only one who answered. She looked in the direction in which the last contestant had fled, wishing her luck.

Karla came out from the other side of the theater, as if she had just turned around behind the curtains. She was going so fast that she didn't even notice that she had returned to the same place where she started. Her heels made her stumble and she fell face first into her chair, which had appeared without anyone noticing. She crashed against its backrest against her waist, turned around on it and slammed her head against the velvet cushion.

— Ahhh! — was the scream she let out while making a fool of herself. She tried to straighten up to stand up, but as soon as she tried to separate herself from the chair, her body stuck to it, forcing her to make strange contortions until she was sitting, at which point she realized that, indeed, she was in the same place where she had tried to flee — But I didn't even turn, I went straight.

— The topography of space is different in this place, you won't go anywhere unless I want you to — Isabella, who didn't change at any moment, had walked from the entrance to where Karla's chair appeared, next to Serena, as if she knew how it was all going to end — Welcome, you are lucky to be selected to participate in Harem Hotel, where you will compete against four other participants for a spot on your master's right, or you will become a shell of your former self — As usual, her cheerful tone did not match the situation.

— Master? —, the newcomer looked at the rest of the people and identified the only man among them — Matías?! —, she was stunned. Then she assimilated everything that had happened to her and another doubt arose —, what are you? —, she asked with pure terror to the woman-shaped thing that was in front of her, trying to get away as she could.

—Existential doubts are not important right now, what really matters is that you introduce yourself to the public, tell us who you are, what you do, what your relationship with your master is and why you don't wear panties.

Karla put her fear aside momentarily to respond to that last statement, but from one moment to the next she felt a disconnection with her own being, as if instead of her eyes she was seeing the world through a television, she heard herself speaking against her will —My name is Karla Oliana, I am a mathematics professor at the faculty of architecture. There I teach master's classes —she said the word master's with a moan of emotion—, and I don't wear panties because I like it and it excites me to think that one of my students might discover it ¬—, she separated her legs and ran one hand over her crotch while the other used it to caress her chest.

As soon as she regained control, she let out a cry of horror, hugged herself, brought her legs together and closed her eyes — it's not real, it's not real, I'm asleep, it's a nightmare —. Naturally, she went into denial.

The rest of the contestants, and the master, felt several things: Graciela felt sorry for the woman who, of all of them, was the one who suffered the most from that horrible control. Serena, still smiling, felt even more disgust for her situation, and for her victimizer. Matías felt guilty, partly because those women suffered because of him, but even more so because of the erection that watching the whole show gave him, which he skillfully concealed.

—How sweet —Isabella bent down to be at Karla's height, like a mother comforting her daughter, only a mother doesn't open her legs so that her pussy can be seen under the chair, all captured by a second camera. It's all real, and you better accept it before things get worse for you. Despite the gesture, that wasn't a consolation.

There was silence, everyone looked at the host of the program, the kind tone she used contrasted terribly with her words. As she stood up and looked at everyone. "What? Is there something in my hair?" she checked her head with her hands, completely oblivious to what she had just done.

—Please, I didn't do anything wrong,— Karla said.

—Yes, please have mercy —Graciela said, seeing an opportunity.

Serena and Matías didn't say anything, the first one asked why she couldn't, but she pleaded with her eyes, and the second told himself it was because of shame, but he lied to himself.

—I already told the master —, Isabella slowly turned to look at each one, stopping for a few seconds so their eyes met —, it's not a matter of deserving or not, they were just lucky.

—You also said that this would happen whether I wanted it or not, can you let them go? Bring someone I don't know, but leave them alone —. The master finally had the courage to speak, instead of appealing to a moral, which he clearly didn't have, he tried to negotiate with the thing that looked like a woman.

Isabella tilted her head, as if she didn't understand what he had just said —And where would be the fun in that?

«Fun? Is this fun for her?» It was the general thought that all the women, the real ones, had in the theater.

At the silence, assuming that no one had anything else to say, the stunning redhead turned around and walked back to the theater entrance. “If that is all, let us introduce the next of your future harem sisters. The master does not know her as well as the rest, but he will know who she is as soon as she appears. Welcome the strong, the statuesque one with joy...