The lecture

Tiffany got to her lecture hall one minute to eight, the doctor was not there yet, but most of the students were already present; his lectures were really popular. There were some catcalls from the audience as the girl walked across the front of the hall, she turned her head to face the men and smiled, she added extra sway to her hips. Tiffany usually sat in the front row on the far side, when she reached her place; someone shouted:

“Walk it again!”

She smiled once more, put down her bag and walked back towards the door, this time she used the supermodel catwalk stride; the catcalls and whistling were even louder. When Tiffany approached the door they opened and doctor Max Driller walked in. He was a man in his late thirties, smart, friendly and ridiculously handsome; he also was the head of a project in which Tiffany played a crucial role. She offered him a bright smile and said:

“Good morning, doctor.”

“Good morning, miss Littlebottom” the brightness of his smile outshone Tiffany’s and must have blinded the people in the first row.

Driller’s charm was effortless, but he also was an excellent teacher. Tiffany turned around and began to walk towards her seat, there were no more catcalls, even though she maintained her model stride. Max followed her as he headed towards his panel, he did not try to hide the fact that his gaze was fixed on her buttocks and legs. When Tiffany sat down and Max reached the panel, the door opened again and Abby went through them. She was wearing a little red dress, tight, short and with a deep cleavage, not unlike her friend’s, but slightly longer and without mesh. Her stiletto heels matched the colour of the dress, so did her lipstick, her legs were covered in sheer black pantyhose, as dark as her long wavy hair. She might have been slightly late to the lecture, but nothing in her appearance suggested that she had spent the night at someone else’s apartment.

“Good morning, miss Bucksom” Max offered her smile almost as bright as his previous one.

“Good morning, doctor Driller. Sorry, I’m late.”

“You barely made it in time. Please, sit down.”

Max did not act look impatient, even though Abby did not hurry to sit next to Tiffany; she also swayed her hips in a model walk as she crossed the hall. The girls kissed their cheeks as the proper educational process finally began.

The lecture was interesting and informative as always, that was why they were so popular; doctor Driller had the ability to explain even the toughest subjects to all those who were willing to focus and try to understand. When the lecture eventually ended and the students began to pack and leave Max approached Tiffany and said:

“You don’t have any classes right now, do you?”

“Nope, I got two hours to spare.”

“Good. Please, come to my office, I got some good news about the project and we need to discuss them.”

They both kept the conversation neutral, but a barely perceptible gleam in their eyes suggested that there was another layer to that affair; Abby was well aware of that layer.

“See you in the afternoon, Tiff. I got a lab in ten minutes.”

“Bye, Abby.”

The kissed their cheeks again and the raven haired girl left. They were in the same group, but both had some different extra classes.