Tuesday Lunch

The rest of the day proceeds smoothly. I spend my time setting up a rotation system for assistants. Like school systems everywhere, we're perennially under-funded, so we don't have student teachers or classroom assistants. Instead, the teachers also double as demonstration helpers -- so if, say, Liz needs a woman to demonstrate cock-sucking while she lectures, she'll find another teacher to do that.

Dr Edwards had let the faculty become complacent here, as in so many things, and let them pick and choose their assignments. I want to shake this up, so using the information Sarah had compiled, and with a bit of spreadsheet work, I come up with a list that ensured that first, all women would eventually work in all the demonstration roles; and second, that the list was prioritized so that the teachers would be forced into their less comfortable roles up front. They needed to work a little, I reason.

Sarah, Sherry, and I ate lunch in my office. The door was open in case anyone came in, but no one did.

Sherry said, "I told Bob" -- her husband -- "about the changes yesterday and then last he fucked my ass for the first time in a year! It was like old times," she sighed.

Sarah smiles. "That does sound nice," she said. "How about you?" she directed at me. "Do you have someone at home?"

"Me?" I say. "No, no one at home. I've been traveling too much to settle down."

"I've always focused on my career," say Sarah. "I didn't have time for relationships when I was younger, and it's harder when you're older..."

"Tell me about it," I say.

"You two!" exclaims Sherry. "So maudlin. At least we're enjoying our work." Sherry is sitting next to me, completely nude except for her shoes -- sneakers which are incongruously large at the end of her thin legs. Her small breasts are lovely, with perky, brown nipples poking straight out.

Sarah says, "Yeah, sorry, I don't want to bring you down!" Then, "Boss, how about I bring in Francine this afternoon?"