Getting the Dean’s Approval

Kelly was worried that she might get in trouble with the school if the video of her and Jorie’s encounter with the two baseball players was posted somewhere on social media. This did not keep her from putting the USB drive the bartender had handed her before they left into her computer as soon as she got home. The video was high quality 4K, and it showed her coming from getting assfucked in intense detail.

However, she needn’t have concerned herself particularly. When she logged on to BluTube the next morning, the topic de jure among those users from her school was the posting of a selfie-style video a few days prior by a student depicting herself riding one of her male professors reverse cowgirl, in explicit detail. The caption was “I win, sluts!” It turned out she had bet several of her classmates that she would manage to fuck a handsome professor first, with video proof being part of the deal.

The discussion turned out to be less about the video itself (which her student Liz rated in a comment as “like a four out of ten, not even that hot”) but the fact that no consequences appeared to be forthcoming for anyone involved, not even a tut-tutting statement from the administration. As one student wrote, “it seems like they’re pretty resigned to all the fucking at this point.”

Still, she had formulated a plan (somewhere between her full-body orgasm and subsequently watching the apparently-insatiable Jorie "cover" a porn scene titled “Bonkers Stepsis” in the Bullring with a guy whose name she never quite caught) to ensure that she could post her video from the night before herself, for sociological research purposes, of course. She had sent an email to the Dean’s office asking if she could stop by for a quick visit that day when he had a moment, and was told to come by around three in the afternoon.

In the meantime, she fended off texts from Emma about the night before (“Jorie DMed me selfie with you, I’m so proud Doc! Need deets!”) and started thinking about possible changes to her class curriculum to incorporate less dry book reading and more… hands on learning.

She arrived for her meeting with the Dean dressed as she would have to teach her class, in her cleavage-y crop top and short black skirt. This time, she left off the underwear. She also brought the prior night’s video on a USB drive, just in case.

Dean Thompson was on the phone when Kelly was waved in to see him by a Secretary who barely looked at her. “Yes, I’m aware that the History of Erotic Art is a growing field at many American universities," he was saying, "but I’m afraid we just don’t have the budget to add any faculty right now.” He glanced up at Kelly and did a very satisfying double take as she settled into her seat. “Um, I have another appointment, but email me your info and I’ll make sure our budgeting committee is aware.”

He hung up, **** a smile, and said, “Hello, Dr Wyndam. I… almost didn’t recognize you. How can I help you?”

“Well, Dean,” Kelly explained, in her most professional voice, “as you may or may not be aware, I’ve been working hard this semester on a research study that I plan to submit to the Journal of Sociology, about behavioral differences in the current generation of college students from their predecessors and the origins thereof. I’m taking an immersive approach, as is currently recommended by my peers internationally, like Chau and Pargenov.”

“Ah, I thought it must be something like that,” Dean Thompson said as he sat back in his leather chair, despite the fact that he had clearly thought nothing of the kind. “That explains your attire, I take it.”

“Of course,” she agreed. “It’s really an important and current topic, and if I’m successful I really think it could lead to a lot of prestige for the school.”

She stopped, lowering the tenor of her voice, and slowly uncrossed her legs, giving the Dean a clear view of her naked snatch. “And perhaps… media opportunities?”

The Dean hesitated, stammering, clearly having seen exactly what she wanted him to see. “W-well, I agree, of course… if there’s any way my office can assist you…”

She crossed her legs again, then leaned forward, giving him the best view of her ample cleavage. “Well, you see, the other night, as part of my research, I may have participated in an… encounter with a few different students, none of whom, of course, is in any of my classes, and I've since discovered that there might have been video of this encounter, video that likely shows me in… several compromising positions. I just wanted to tell you first, before any of the other individuals involved decided to make that video public. It would definitely be helpful to my research if you could… look the other way, should that video appear on any of the social media sites.”

She idly played with a lock of her hair, a picture of innocence, as she waited for his response.

“Well, Dr. Wyndam, while of course want to support anything that would increase the prestige of this institution, I must say…”

She got to her feet and walked around his desk to sit on one corner closer to him, causing him to trail off. “I couldn’t help but notice a video of Professor Graham that was posted the other day,” she said in her most sultry tone. “It would be a shame if this school were to take the position that male employees were allowed to engage in sexual exploits online, but women were not. Under Title IX of Section…”

The Dean held up both hands in surrender. “Yes, of course,” he admitted. “I can assure you that, should any such video be publicized, the school will be behind you a hundred percent.”

“Great!” she said, her tone suddenly brightening.

She got to her feet and moved to walk out of his office. Before she got to the door, the Dean called to her, “Dr. Wyndam?”

“Yes?” Kelly asked, turning quickly enough to see that he had clearly been staring at her ass.

“Feel free to come by anytime,” he said. “Even… outside of my usual hours.”

She smiled. “Of course! I appreciate it.”

Then she went back to her office and uploaded the video to her BluTube account, along with a lengthy message explaining her project, making sure to tag and thank her partners for giving her a great new experience. Then she waited a few minutes before checking again.

R.I.P. her inbox.