Owned

Bunny Freeman stepped into Professor John Penn's office. After the first two weeks of their Feminist Discourse and Gender Theory class, he had stopped her outside the lecture hall, and asked if she was Freeman. Shocked that he knew of her existence, she confessed to being Ms Bunny Freeman.

"I received an email from the Admissions office saying there was a problem with your Add/Drop application. You will have to come to my office. We'll figure something out," he had said. Naive Bunny believed him, and went along with him.

His office was a short walk away from the lecture hall they had been using. Professor John Penn's eyes had been fixed on the girl the entire time.

The 5'1 Blasian girl had beautiful caramel skin. She was small, but she wasn't tiny; her body was a fit and curvy hourglass, with a busty and attention-grabbing chest and wide hips. Her doe-like eyes were a beautiful Hazel in colour. Her lips were naturally pink, plump, and heart-shaped; perfect for kissing, among other myriad things. Her cheeks were round and blushed easily on her heart-shaped face, framed by loose black tendrils that hung lightly around her eyes. Her hair was a wave of loose black curls that reached the middle of her back. Very light freckles adorned her face, giving the Blasian girl a beautifully exotic look. Her eyebrows were full and beautiful.

The nerdy goth girl had fully committed to the aesthetic, wearing the stereotypical black, thick framed glasses that almost threatened to overwhelm her beautiful eyes, and pink braces on her teeth. Her clothes suggested a certain level of conformity, and a willingness to embrace her physical assets. She augmented her physical appearance with thick, black eyeliner, dark lipstick, a septum piercing, and snakes eyes tongue piercings.

From the correct angle, and in the right bra, one could sometimes see the hint of a nipple piercing poking through the thin fabric of her tops. The side of her thighs were adorned with a variety of tattoos, all anime or cartoon-character inspired. Between her heavy and ample breasts lay a dark dragon, the deep black of her sternum tattoo popping on her creamy caramel skin.

When she entered the professor's office, the first thing she noticed was how dim the lights were. The afternoon sun did not reach into his office, which smelled of leather-bound books and fragrant wood and smoke. Instead, dim orange lights clicked on as he flipped a switch. He went directly to the large, leather office chair behind his empty and sturdy desk, and took a seat. He gestured at the smaller chair opposite him. Bunny took a seat.

"I like my room a little dark," Professor Penn smiled in the gloomy light. Her heart lurched a little. His office was kind of sexy. He gestured to a side table with some whisky, offering her some, but she politely declined, a little unnerved.

What kind of professor offered his student **** in his office?

"Oh! I forgot - we need your course application form from the Academic Office. I'm terribly sorry. Be a lamb and fetch it, will you?" He requested. Although a little puzzled and annoyed, Bunny knew she had to listen to this man; she couldn't afford to offend the man grading her essays. It was mandatory for all freshmen to take a Diversity and Inclusion class, and she knew how much he could make or break her GPA. She couldn't afford to piss him off. She turned to grab her bag and go.

"Leave your bag. You're coming right back, aren't you? Why bother with the extra weight?" He said with a light smile.

Something made Bunny's hair stand. She shook her head reluctantly, but he looked so quizzically, so suspiciously at her bag, that she had **** but to drop it. Surely he wouldn't peek inside without permission. He was a professor. That would be a complete violation of her rights.

Bunny took a deep breath to calm herself down and stepped outside, shutting the door behind her. The moment it clicked shut, she started running to the Academic Office.

She wanted to be back as soon as possible.