Meeting With Natalie

When the meeting ended, Sarah was still in a daze. She couldn't get up. And, just as she found the strength, she heard Natalie's voice: "Sarah, please stay behind after the meeting to talk."

Angela Washington, one of the graduate students, gave Sarah a pitying look as she walked by. Angela had been on Natalie's bad side once before.

Finally everyone was out of the room. Natalie shut the door and turned to Sarah.

"I'm sorry," Sarah blurted out. "I know you don't like public dissent like that. I just couldn't help myself! I've spent my whole life fighting for feminism, studying, teaching it... and now this."

Natalie looked Sarah directly in the eye. Sarah flinched a little. "You don't sound very sorry," she said. "However, I understand it is a shock. Professor Conway had some difficulty with it in the tenure meeting as well. However, she came around, and I think you better fucking come around as well." Natalie cussed a lot, it was almost her signature.

She continued. "I realize this is a big change. However, times are changing. We need to stay relevant, and glory holes are the big thing in popular culture right now. As women we deserve to be in the driver's seat on this, and furthermore I strongly believe that we need to stand up for women's sexuality."

Sarah coughed. "Women's sexuality? Glory holes are all about the men!"

"Not at all," replied Natalie. "True, in this case, the Board of Regents is mostly men. And the Dean is a man. However, I polled the grad students and younger faculty, and nearly all of them had been to a glory hole -- most more than once. In any case, it's irrelevant. The decision has been made. And, I expect your full participation. I should mention that your performance here will most likely come up in the tenure review committee."

Sarah couldn't believe her ears.

"If there's nothing else, I have other things to attend to," said Natalie. "Please check your email and sign up for a shift." The meeting was over.

Sarah went back to her office and shut the door. She was angry and afraid. And sad.

After a while she checked her email. Sure enough, there was an email with instructions and a link. She barely read it and instead just followed the link to the schedule. Natalie had signed up first -- trying to set a good example, she thought -- and she watched as other times were claimed. With a sigh she clicked Monday at 9am. 'Might as well get it over,' she thought. 'And maybe nobody will think to get a blowjob on Monday morning.'