The Dean's Office

“Oh god, oh god,” Liz thought to herself as she was dragged across Rooksmith campus. The security guard was walking at a brisk pace, pulling the topless co-ed across the the campus. The cooler wind had faded as the temperature climbed to a balmy seventy-five. Sweat was dripping across her chest as she could feel crowds gathering outside of their classroom and dorms to observe the lewd perp walk being made. “Could we maybe…stop for a moment? Get me…a…a…shirt?”

“So the streaker wants a shirt now? You should have thought about that before that little performance back there. Lighting yourself on fire, ripping your clothes off like some exhibitionist. We have rules here you know,” The security guard said as he continued to drag the co-ed.

“I…am well aware!” Liz yelled out as she could start feeling the crowds outside watching the spectacle. Rooksmith College was known for two things. The first being their cutting edge commitment to education and keeping up with the times. Normandale Community College was still using computers with tape, far from the equipment Liz was able to access at Rooksmith.

The other thing was something that the topless co-ed had violated the moment she ripped off her purple shirt and suspenders. Rooksmith believe that to be part of their community meant you had to have morals and a code of honor. One of the ways they had enforced this was a strict dress code for students. Skirts for girls had to be knee length at least, men couldn’t have exposed stomachs. It had led to the adoption of a full on baseball uniform for the softball team in order to be Rooksmith’s finest.

“Dude, why is security dragging someone across campus?’ One student asked.

“Two reasons,” Another responded as Liz’s chest continued to be jerked around by the security guard.

“Damn she’s a brave one. Another student responded. “Remember when they suspended that girl for wearing swimsuit bottoms to play volleyball?”

“She was hot,” another student responded.

“She played volleyball of course she was hot,” Charlie Kuzak said, coffee still in hand as they continued to drag the girl across campus. “If I recall she had what…five minutes of play time before Dean Tarkin dragged her ass out. Nasty piece of business. Told her not to do it.”

“The hell were you talking to Grace Allbright?” Nick Brooks said as he caught up to Charlie, the two were curious on just where the topless girl was going to end up.

“We weren’t exactly talking,” Charlie flashed a grin.

“Still can’t believe Katz would show off the hooters like that,” Nick responded.

“I mean clearly she didn’t,” Charlie responded.

“I mean…”

“Saint Katz? Not a chance, but I will say it’s fun to watch her squirm. I mean, girl aces all her exams, treats everyone like her friend while dating that jerk Franklin who if I remind you ratted us out for that kegger,” Charlie continued.

“Yeah fuck that dude,” Terry Brooks said, out of breath from trying to catch up to his friends. “I had to spend Homecoming Saturday cleaning up all that trash.”

“You didn’t have to spend a week scrubbing off the dick someone spray painted on that statue,” Nick retorted. “Damn shame for you though Charlie.”

“Why’s that,” Charlie said, sipping on her cup of joe and admiring just how…plump Liz’s chest was. For a girl who was so conservative, she had been hiding a rocking body. The bare flesh had drifted Charlie’s eyes down to Katz’s pants, and wondering what wonderful other treasures she was hiding from the world.

“Doesn’t Katz help you with American Lit?” Nick asked. “She goes down, and I don’t think you’re going to find another sucker.”

“Oh come on, surely there’s someone who would…fuuuuck:” Charlie groaned as she tossed her coffee to Terry and ran after Liz and the security guard.

“Ah!” Terry yelled.

“And that’s why you got to avoid Charlie’s splash zone,” Nick explained as they watched their friend go.

“Sir, I swear it isn’t what it looks like!” Liz continued to beg as the heavy doors of the main office opened. The main administrative building at Rooksmith was the oldest building on campus, with fine wood carvings for the founding of the university and every major historical event covered until now. Paintings made in the late 1800’s of proud noblemen and women dressed in frills and fine fabric darted the walls, staring at the topless girl being dragged through the floors.

“Tell it to Tarkin,” The security guard said.

“Oh god…oh god,” Liz thought to herself as they made their way through the hallway. She had only met Dean Tarkin three times. Once at orientation, next when the Beavers made the playoffs, and finally a week ago when he said she was a finalist for the valedictorian. All mind you while she had a much needed shirt on.

…

“So Trudy, what’s on the docket today?” President Glenn Tarkin asked as he sat as his desk. The dean of Rooksmith College had been in his position the last year, rising to the occasion after the sudden retirement of Dean Wrexler. He was a kind and old fool, who’s weakening of the standards of Rooksmith had annoyed Tarkin. This was supposed to be a school of tradition, of honor. Not some computer factory where these children could run around dressed in near nothing.

“Well, Mz. Sanders called about having some students help at the theatre, something about archival work?” Tarkin’s secretary Trudy responded.

“Ugh, the Starlight is still open? I thought it closed after we sent that complaint for them showcasing X-Rated garbage on campus grounds,” Tarkin asked.

“Technically that was just a projector and screen they had brought on campus. The actually movie theatre is in town. And considering it’s in the college charter to help the local community of Beaver Falls.

“We have to help them,” Tarkin muttered. “And the valedictorian candidates?”

“We’re down to six sir, it’s been a hard year, but at least I believe that finalists are going to come down to a couple.”

“Ah yes, Franklin Tov and…the cat girl,” Tarkin said. “Really I don’t get why she tries, doesn’t she realize Rooksmith is a school known for actual academics like writing and mathematics and even that theatre school”

“I mean, Dean Wrexler was very proud of the computer program, said it allowed Rooksmith to move out of the past, and if you look at Katz’s grades she excels at mathematics and literature. She’s my current pick to grab tha-”

A knock on the door interrupted Trudy and Tarkin’s conversation

“Dean Tarkin?” Randal Scruff, the security guard, asked.

“Yes, I’m in here, Randal,” Tarkin said. The two were good enough friends, plenty of lazy weekend days spent fishing on the small lake near the mountains. “Everything OK out there?”

“Not quite sir,” Scruff said as he opened the doors and dragged the topless co-ed into the office with him.

“This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening,” Liz thought to herself as the Dean of her college was getting a full view of Liz’s ample bosoms.

“Oh…” Tracy mumbled as she looked away from Liz.

“What is the meaning of this Randal?” Tarkin asked. “Marching an indecent student into my office like this!”

“Well sir, you asked for me to have a stern hand when it comes to matters of impropriety,” And this girl was showing off her breasts to the entire campus, streaking sir.”

“I’m going to wake up any minute now, annnny minute now,” Liz thought to herself as she felt the metal of the cuffs dig into her wrists. The way her arms were bound meant she was sticking out her chest to everyone in the room, with every curve, moles, and imperfections of her breasts being able to be seen by everyone.

“Tracy,” Tarkin asked. “Is this…:”

“Liz Katz, sir, the girl we were just talking about,” Tracy responded. “You met her at the senior mixer at the start of the year. Wearing much more than now.”

“Hello Dean Tarkin,” Liz said, trying to change the subject from her lack of dress.

“So Katz, you’ve decided to become a streaker? On my campus!” Tarkin said, caring less about Liz’s nudity and more about the message her state sent to the pranksters and hooligans he knew were all around on campus, waiting for a chance to strike.

“Sir…if you could give me a chance to explain,” Liz begged. “And let me out of these handcuffs so I can well…”

“Cover?” Tarkin asked. “I think not. You’ve violated several school rules, you’ve disgraced this school Ms. Katz. Expulsion might even be in order.”

“But sir,” Liz pleaded. “I can explain!” The co-ed began bouncing a bit as she struggled in the cuffs, her breasts and stomach jiggling about.

“You’ve decided to become an example for what happens when people don’t follow the rules Katz,” Tarkin began. “And I’m going to throw…”

“Hopefully not a book,” Charlie Kuzak said as she entered the office, out of breath. “Especially when my client is just exhibiting her right of expression.”

“Right of expression?” Tarkin asked. “Client? Kuzak last I checked you haven’t even graduated yet.”

“No, but I did get high remarks for that last mock trial, and Lizzy here has asked me to be her representation for this protest.”

“Protest?” Liz thought to herself before looking at Charlie.

“Just go with it,” Charlie mouthed to the half-naked co-ed before turning to Tarkin.

“Elizabeth Katz has seen a great injustice be made against the students here at Rooksmith university with your so-called dress code. And while I agree with her, she was much braver than I to take the bold step of removing her shirt and bra to show that these are just breasts, not something to be lusted over, but something to be free and cherished by the whole world. I mean…just look at them,” Charlie began.

“Can we not,” Liz mumbled.

“Ms. Kuzak, are you telling me that Ms Katz is protesting a reasonable dress code?” Tarkin asked.

“Of course,” Charlie explained. “Lizzy here has has a heart for all the students impacted by this draconian code. The Grace Allbright incident spurred this strong and independent woman to take issue. And surely, you don’t want to punish someone who’s only using her first amendment right.”

“Hmmm,” Tarkin said as he looked at Liz, the hint of her panties’ white waistband visible as her jeans sagged from the lack of a belt. The girl was nervous, constantly fidgeting as the people inside his office took in her bare chest with hungry eyes. “Is this true Ms. Katz?”

“It’s not, it’s absolutely not,” Liz thought to herself. Charlie was crazy for even proposing something like this. She would take her punishment and then deal with whatever life through at her. However a bit of doubt crept into her head. She hadn’t made any friends, have any major hobbies, or even a life because of how much she wanted to be valedictorian. She would be the first in her family to even finish college, and no incident like this was going to stop her.

“It is absolutely true sir,” Liz muttered as she looked away from Dean Tarkin.

“Well then, if that’s true…” Tarkin frowned. “We will need to set some ground rules for your protest. Details me and the university lawyers will draw up…in the morning. Which means until then, I don’t want to see you with anything that could be considered a top as we have to respect…your rights.”

“My client is ok with that,” Charlie said. “Now if you could uncuff her I’d like to have a word with her.”

“Of course,” Tarkin unlocked Liz as the senior felt her wrists free of the metal. Her first instinct was to take her hands and cover her ample chest. But as Charlie dragged her outside and into the hall, she realized there was no time for that. And soon the two entered a side office, unused and private.

“What was that!” Liz yelled out.

“That was me thinking on my feet,” Charlie explained. “Besides Lizzy I wasn’t going to let and honest student be dragged down by a dumb mistake. I mean streaking on university grounds? Bold.”

“I wasn’t streaking! I was just…trying to save myself from a fire!” Liz explained, her chest puffing out as she tried to look brave.

“Yeah, and now the whole world knows what you’ve been smuggling underneath all those t-shirts, I mean jesus girl.”

“What’s wrong with wearing a bra?” Liz mumbled, quickly scrunching back up.

“The bra, the baggy t-shirts, the sweaters,” Charlie listed. “A lot of people lost some money thanks to this.”

“People bet on my cup size?!” Liz asked.

“For fun,” Charlie explained. “Which is what this I’ll be.”

“I have to be topless until tomorrow!” Liz said, her face growing red.

“Yeah and there’s no way the university actually forces you to go through with this. You show up, they give you a slap on the wrist and you get to hide those lovely melons in their cotton cupped prison,” Charlie explained. “Besides, it’s not like you’re doing anything tonight.”

Liz paused for a moment, crossing her arms against her chest and pushing her breasts up by accident, Sweat growing on her brow as she remembered just what tonight was.

“I have a date tonight Charolette…at the Pizza Shack!”

“Oh…” Charlie said, realizing her client was going to put on a show tonight.