Held hostage

I stood frozen in the doorway, sweat glistening on my naked skin, still panting from my desperate dash across campus. Rosa Cisneros stood a few feet away, holding my spare clothes in her arms, her lips curled into a sly smile.

"Looking for these, Professor Finn?" she teased, lifting my folded shirt and pants just out of reach.

I swallowed hard, forcing a smile despite being completely naked, my hands planted firmly over my privates.

"Professor Cisneros! What a... surprise."

She took a slow step forward, her eyes sweeping over me from head to toe. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips.

"I must say," she continued, her tone laced with amusement, "you've made quite the impression on campus today."

My face burned.

"Mind if I...?" I gestured toward the clothes, taking a tentative step forward.

"Ah-ah!" she interrupted, holding up a finger. "Not so fast."

I froze, heart hammering.

"You know," she mused, "I just got the most interesting email from Zoe."

With her free hand, she pulled out her phone and tapped the screen, turning it toward me.

There it was.

An official university-wide email from Zoe, complete with a picture of me naked next to Dean Ostendi in her office—smiling proudly, holding a math textbook over my crotch.

The subject line read: "Congratulations to Professor Finn on His New Lab!"

My jaw dropped.

"They sent that to everyone?!"

"Mmhmm," Rosa purred, "faculty, students... pretty much everyone on campus." She smirked. "You're quite the celebrity now."

I groaned, pressing a hand over my face, mortified beyond words. My other hand stayed locked over my manhood, white-knuckled with tension.

"Look, Rosa—"

"Professor Cisneros," she corrected smoothly, stepping even closer.

"Professor Cisneros," I amended, "I really need those clothes—"

"Do you?" she interrupted again, her voice silky smooth. "Because according to that contract you signed with the Dean... you're available for departmental research now."

I blinked, still processing.

"You... want me to... help you?"

Her smile widened.

"The Dean said I could claim you first."

"Claim me?! This isn't a... draft!"

"Don't be so dramatic." Her tone was amused, her eyes glittering with mischief. "I've got a fascinating research project in mind... and I think you'd be perfect for it."

"And if I agree...?"

She lifted my folded clothes just out of reach again. "You might get these back."

I stared at the clothes, then back at her predatory smile. Every instinct screamed at me to refuse, but there was no other way. I was naked, trapped in my own office, and she held my only escape.

"Fine," I bit out. "I'll help."

Her smile widened. "Good boy."

She slowly extended my shirt... and then paused.

"On one condition."

I tensed. "What now?"

Her voice dropped seductively. "Hands... to your sides."

I stared at her, heat rising in my cheeks.

"Professor Cisneros, this is ridiculous—"

"Hands."

With a groan of defeat, I dropped my arms to my sides, feeling the cool air brush against everything as I stood fully exposed before her. Her gaze lingered, admiring with unashamed boldness.

"Much better."

My face burned, but I forced myself to stand still, mortified yet powerless.

"Very professional," she remarked playfully, relishing my humiliation. "Now... about that research..."