Wednesday

“I should be analyzing Hegel right now!” Constance thought as she slowly removed her elegant uniform.

“They’re about to give me some slutty outfit.”

“What are you doing? Let her keep that outfit; she looks hot in it!” someone shouted.

“God, this is so humiliating.”

“You probably think pornography objectifies women, don’t you?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“How much do you earn at your job?”

“I don’t need to work; I inherited a fortune from my parents.”

“I see, you’re a privileged bitch. You’ll soon see there’s nothing wrong with fulfilling others’ fantasies.”

A Week Later

Paul remembered the intelligent beauty well. She once gave a speech at their high school about feminism—a bunch of nonsense, but worth it for her breasts. He never imagined he’d see her naked, yet here he was, partially doing so.

Sitting in a school bathroom, he masturbated to a pornographic video featuring her. It lasted only 10 minutes, half of it “plot.” The scholarly woman was undergoing some “examination” in her university uniform—well, partially. She had removed her skirt, stockings, panties, and shoes, revealing the most important part of her body: her vagina. A curtain hid the “doctor” from her view.

She breathed heavily as the doctor inserted a finger into her vagina.

“Why didn’t they make her strip fully naked?”

Soon, instead of fingers, the “doctor’s” penis entered her.

“Aaah!”

“Calm down, ma’am, I’m an expert.”

Moments later, her virginity was just a memory.