Tuesday

Instead of attending lectures, reading books, or engaging in typical academic activities, Constance was to perform a striptease for repulsive men.

At first glance, she looked ordinary, except for slightly higher heels and no glasses. Only she knew that under her cape, she wasn’t wearing an elegant blazer and skirt—just stockings, panties, a bra, and the cape.

“You’re that rich bitch taking our job?” someone asked.

“Yes.”

“Come with us.”

Minutes later, the self-proclaimed feminist was pole dancing. The other strippers knew her well:

“She’s the one who wants to ban our profession because it’s degrading to women?”

“Yes.”

“Give her a hard time.”

And so, the wealthy snob danced on the pole to the crowd’s delight. Among the audience were many men she knew: her butler, the university janitor, several doctors and professors, even her faculty dean! Some watched in shock; others secretly recorded her.

“I’ll show this at my feminism lectures. I’ll make sure she gets a copy too,” one said.

The worst part? The objectification aroused her! Back home, she barely restrained herself from masturbating, only giving in once she was alone, slipping her fingers into her vagina.

“I need to buy a vibrator or dildo.”