Selene Hollis, a new mathematics professor

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Sunday evening

I’ve been tired and ready to hit the bed for the past two hours but couldn't get rid of the torrent of thoughts assaulting my head. Normally in these kinds of situations I would wrap myself in a heavy blanket and try to focus on the positives, but in this case… the consistently reassuring softness and coverage would only serve to reinforce my worries.

See, I was about to start a new job. Jaded by my position at the university I’d been looking for something new since last year, when finally I’d found a school actually looking for a mathematics teacher, needless to say, I contacted them immediately. I was overjoyed when I’d gotten an email saying I was their first choice, I would get better pay, great benefits and… would have to flash my pussy at all times. No, it wasn’t sex work, I would still be teaching, the college I would do it at just had some peculiar customs, which I found out about after going through the email.

“... I am sure you have already realized the unique freedoms and expectations placed upon our students, I would like to remind you that they also apply to members of our faculty. You are welcome to come to our meeting this Monday without dressing bottomless but if you decide to join our staff you will be expected to abide by the dress code. As for…”

Initially I had been confused by “dressing bottomless”, until I actually did my research. How could I have missed the most obvious, glaring issue with this institution!? Everyone was naked there, well, half naked: academia sans pants, or skirts, or panties, or anything that would offer even the slightest bit of coverage on my bottom. That, and whatever “Sexual Conduct Policy” meant, I don’t know as I’d decided to stop reading at that point.

‘I will go there and if it’s too much I’ll just turn them down’ I thought to myself, taking a sleeping pill.

Monday morning

As the academic year hadn’t yet started I arrived at a nearly empty campus. After parking my car I got out and looked around. Noticing the main building I started to walk toward it.

I looked down to see if my clothes needed any fixing, I picked out a grey blazer-skirt combo with a white shirt, pantyhose and a pair of heels. The outfit framed my body nicely, I let my large breasts peek out by leaving the last two buttons open, the skirt showed my butt off well and the heels helped perk it up a little.

As I got closer to the door I spotted the first few students, all half-naked. Looking back on it, I must have seemed a little creepy with my eyes fixed on the young girls’ pussies and asses. I kept catching myself staring and tried to avert my gaze every time.

Making my way towards the dean’s office I saw all kinds of haircuts, pubic haircuts that is. Some girls shaved completely, others trimmed their bushes into all kinds of shapes, from simple stripes to triangles and hearts, a few went with a fully natural look and one had hers dyed a bright pink. I even saw one girl with a cleanly shaved penis, something I’d only seen on… websites up to that point.

Finally reaching the right room, I knocked and stepped in. The office was surprisingly normal, actually: a few bookshelves, a large desk with a laptop open on it, a nice rug in the middle of the room, everything looked neat and admittedly quite expensive.

Behind the desk sat a smartly dressed older woman, she wore a suit and had her blonde hair slicked back into a business-appropriate bun, held with a clip. She looked fully dressed… until she got up to shake my hand, that’s when I saw her lack of bottoms.

Her pubic hair was precisely shaped into a straight line, with all the hairs trimmed to the same length and pointing upward, somehow even this part of her showed an odd kind of professionalism. Did she use gel to get them that neat? I also saw she had some cellulite and stretch marks all over her thighs, yet she stood there confidently, completely unashamed of those blemishes, if there is anything I should take away from that encounter it is that confidence. You may ask how I was able to notice so much - simple, I was staring at her pussy like an idiot again

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it eventually” - she said, finally getting a handshake out of me

Red from embarrassment I took a seat and we began discussing the job.

After an hour of her explaining how the school works, us negotiating a wage and her throwing in jokes to make me less anxious about the prospect of being bottomless at work, I, to my own surprise, agreed to take the position.