Lessons for the Teacher

When Athena opened her eyes again, she was once again in her now reoccurring dream of the school. She immediately squealed and began to jump up and down, clapping. Then she stopped. Is that her normal behaviour? It didn't feel like it. She tried to remember if that's the way she acts normally, but thoughts and memories are fuzzy while in her dreams, and even when she was awake. But the domineering, masculine voice that constantly reassured her and made her feel warm and fuzzy inside said that it was all ok. In fact the voice was inside her mind now, repelling her earlier doubts. Maybe that's how you usually celebrate. Maybe not. Who cares? This way is so much more fun right?

Athena nodded to herself firmly. Yes, this way was more fun. In any case, she has a good reason to celebrate. She was back in her dreams! She have been having them consistently for days now, and every time she wakes up she feels a bit lighter, as if the many things that's weighting down has been lifted with each dream. And it's not just that. Even though she can't remember exactly what goes on in her dreams when she wakes up, she still have leftover feelings, emotions and thoughts, more like suggestions on how to act, and they have been incredibly helpful to her in her waking life.

Her experiences with showing cleavage was a prime example of this. After waking up from her first dream, Athena had an insistent feeling in her head to show some cleavage, that it would allow her to get the attention she needed at meetings. Now she wasn't able to remember if that was something she normally did, but it seemed so wrong, so against her nature, that she didn't do it, even though the voice in her dream constantly reassured her that it was fine. Two days ago, she decided to quell her doubts once and for all and just decided to do it. The results were immediate.

Granted she had only unbuttoned the top three buttons that day. Other goddesses always show varying degrees of cleavage, and that slut Aphrodite's cleavages are so low that one can see her areolas, even in council meetings. But apparently she had never shown any cleavage before, cause that was the point of attention in that meeting. And when it was her turn to go to the center of the council to propose the petition she was hoping to pass, she made sure to use many hand gestures that jiggled her breasts. When that happened Zeus' eyes nearly popped out, even though he's her father, and Hephaestus, who always had a crush on her openly drooled. And when, at the end of her speech, she asked who supported her proposal, all the male gods, and heck most of the female ones, nodded with glazed eyes. Sure, she would have preferred if they actually listened to what she had to say, but hey, if she can just pass whatever laws she wants with so little sacrifice on her part, then she would take it as a big win.

The memory made Athena giggle gleefully like a school girl, and the goddess of wisdom hastened her pace to get to the class, almost doing an undignified little run. Her new clothes helped her in that. Sure showing a bit of cleavage helped her to get the attention of her students for two days, but afterwards, they began to lose interest, and Athena had to gradually update her wardrobe more and more, until she reached the point where she was wearing what she is now.

The clothes she was wearing now was a mockery of what she had worn in that first dream. The professional, long-sleeved white blouse now only goes down for her midriff, but nothing past that, and it was so tight around her body that every curve of hers was on display. If a mortal woman wore that, she would have some serious breathing difficulties. Her grey skirt is much more looser, but it had gone from calf length to barely covering her buttocks. And of course, no underwear. Even with some initial hesitation, Athena approves. First and foremost she is the goddess of learning, and if wearing this outfit is what makes her students most attentive, so be it.

Athena finally arrived at the classroom and gripped the cold door knob. But then she took her hand back. She put down her books, and then began to use her fingertips to massage her nipples. They were already hard enough in this cold, but now they looked like missile heads under her white blouse. All of this for the students' sake of course. Why else would she do such a thing? Athena picked up her books and opened the door.

As always, a cacophony of noises enveloped her as the goddess entered the dream classroom. The students, as always, were distracted, talking loudly with one another, joking, playing, kissing, groping. But bless her godly self, there was Annabeth and her boyfriend in the front seats, looking at her attentively. And when Raj's eyes focused on her, the goddess shivered.

Every time she lays her eyes on Raj, Athena wants to cringe and slap herself. How could she say he was ugly in their very first meeting? How could she be stupid? Every time she sees him, she gets a funny feeling in her stomach, and that place between her legs feel wetter than ever. And every time time she sees him, she curses her vows of chastity.

Shaking aside these feelings that are very unworthy of a virgin goddess, a strong and independent woman and a mother, Athena walked up to front desk with her dignified gate, trying to appear as dignified as one can while wearing what she is wearing. Keeping her books on the table, Athena began to speak. "Alright students today we are going to- today- hey! Pay attention!"

But it was for no avail. The students have lost their interest. Athena knew that this day would come. She was trembling, but with excitement. She had been planning for this forever, and wanted them to see what she had in order to get their attention. She wanted him to see.

Slowly, Athena came away from her desk. She began to walk briskly towards the class, wearing an angry expression, acting as if she was going to scold them. And then, just when she was a feet away from Raj's desk, she 'fell' on purpose, her body flying backwards as she pretended her ridiculously tall high heels has done it for her. Athena's already absurdly short skirt flew up, leaving her uncovered pussy for the world to see. As she fell, the goddess made sure to land with her legs as wide as possible, so the whole class, but specially Raj, can get an eyeful of her spread vagina. This was the sexiest thing she had done in her 3000 year old life, and she can feel moisture gathering around her folds.

Athena lay on the floor for a time, pretending to be in pain so her audience can enjoy the sight more. Then, pretending to realize the predicament she's in, Athena quickly rose up, smoothing her skirts. Her face was flushed red, but there was also a triumphant grin on her face, not only at undoubtedly regaining the class' attention, but also for testing the boundaries she had foolishly set on herself by agreeing to be a virgin goddess in her youth. "Sorry about that guys, my heels you see-"

It was then that the horrible realization struck. No one was paying any attention. The goddess helplessly looked at Raj, her sole salvation, who always payed attention in her class. He was politely covering a yawn, while using a pencil to doodle something on a paper.

Athena's heart sank. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no! She can't lose him. He's what keeps her going on these days!

A familiar voice filled his head. You already know what to do. Do it!

No, Athena said, annoyed.

I've been telling you this for how long now? the voice asked in an exasperated voice. Athena hate disappointing the voice. The things you have done makes the students want to pay attention. But the words you say are too complicated, the ideas you speak too heavy to grasp. You have to dumb it down a bit. I've already told you how to do this thing.

Oh I've seen your suggestions. They make me sound like a little kid. Or a bimbo.

Are you really going to let your pride stand in the way of imparting valuable knowledge?

Athena said nothing, contemplating silently while seething as the class went more and more out of her grasp.

The voice spoke again. Will you really let pride get in the way of losing him?

Athena looked at Raj with a pained expression. He had stopped doodling, but was instead kissing Annabeth passionately while roughly groping her tits. Athena was shocked that the first emotion she felt seeing that was not anger at the disrespect he's showing in her class, or even the rough manhandling this big fat brute doing with his daughter's body. Instead it was an insane jealousy at Annabeth, a need to take her place, and even a hatred for her daughter.

Why does that ungrateful brat gets his attention? the voice murmured in her head. But if you really aren't willing to do what it takes to grab the attention of such a god of a man, then maybe you don't deserve him.

No! No! She wants him! Athena was nearly trembling at the thought of not having his eyes on her body again, her body which she meticulously decorates with scanty clothes so he can feast his eyes off her.

Then you know what to do, the voice said smugly before retreating.

Athena took a shaky breath and stepped in front of the class. "Guys today we are studying the Second World War. It was a very - I mean, a vewy important war. Like, veally important. And reaaaaaly big too!"

Athena sighed in relief as the students began to look her way. The voice was right. There was nothing wrong with the students, she just needed to upgrade her vocabulary to make herself more understandable. Of course the voice was right, stupid! Athena thought to herself. The voice had never led her astray. She wanted to kick herself for being so stubborn. It caused her nothing but pain and cost her a lot of valuable teaching time as well.

As she looked Raj finally set his eyes on her again. Annabeth wanted him to keep kissing her (the goddess couldn't blame her daughter in that) but he firmly pushed her off him and set his eyes on her.

Athena quickly turned around so that they couldn't see her eyes filling with tears of happiness. Then, taking a deep breath, she began to draw on the board at the front of the class. She was planning to draw a complex battle plan, but it came off as two stick figures hitting each other with sticks.

With the corner of her eye, Athena looked at the class, to see that they were looking at her with rapt attention. This only confirmed Athena's belief that men were the dumber gender. Women just have to act like dumb sex dolls to get their attention. Maybe she should do it in the next session of the Olympians.