Leave her

"Toss your bra into the trash and forget about it."

Professor Porter mindlessly obeys.

"Forget you have cum all over your tits and put your blouse back on."

With a blank face, Porter obeys, the cum starts to soak into her blouse.

"From now on, you will show more cleavage at work and where much tighter slacks and skirts and your heels must be at least two inches high. You love having male students ogle your body. At least once a week, titty fuck a man and have him cum on your breasts, and at least once a week give a man blow job while kneeling in front of him and have him cum on your face, and you will keep this up until you are in a serious relationship. Any time a man cums on you, you have a mind-blowing orgasm. When I leave your office, you will not worry about your crotch being wet as you know no one can tell. When you leave work, you will go buy some tighter slacks and skirts, sexier shoes, and bright red and pink lipstick to wear at work. You will also always wear your hair down and teased up at work. Understand?"

She nodded.

You leave her office, shutting the door loudly enough to snap Porter out of her trance.

You wonder where to go next: A sorority house, find a woman's sports team, maybe check out what daily protest is happening in the quad, or just find a random student to fuck with.