Professor's Aide

Glancing around, I found several of the the nearby guys leering at me, obviously enthralled by what they'd witnessed earlier. While I tried to concentrate on the lecture, I kept thinking about what had just happened. Though it was ultimately embarrassing, I'd actually enjoyed parts of it leading up to that point. Standing in front of everyone, hearing their applause had been thrilling. If they were cheering, that must mean they liked what they saw. Why should it matter what they saw? Those cheers were for me, and no one could take that away. Why should I even feel embarrassed about this? I was the one who chose to wear this outfit, and I accepted the risks. Furthermore, my impact to this class seemed fundamentally positive. Thus, despite some of the crazy and unexpected situations I'd encountered today, there was no reason to be ashamed about what I'd done.

After the lecture ended, a couple of guys closed toward me, but then walked away as they saw the professor approach. "Thanks to you," he affirmed, "that's the most attentive class I've seen in years!" Before I could respond, he continued, "Would you be willing to serve as my aide for this class? You would help clean the boards, set up demonstrations, solve example problems like you did today, and perform a few other tasks as needed. You would also have access to the labs and storerooms to help me conduct some experiments outside of class time."

Maybe this could be that part-time job I'd been hoping to find. "Will I get paid?"

"Sadly, it is not a paid position, but this will provide you with valuable experience to bolster your resume."

It sounded easy enough, and the experience might look good on my resume. "I'll do it."

"Fantastic. One more thing - your outfit made quite an impression, so I strongly recommend that you to continue wearing that or similar attire while serving as my aide."

Since my earlier class would be forcing me to wear this type of outfit for the rest of the semester, I didn't actually have much choice. "I guess that's OK," I mumbled. Was every professor a pervert?