“Professor, I think we’d like to fuck your ass now

Fall semester was starting next week and Professor Zara Ebadi was headed to the Dean’s office for a private meeting.

The University was planning to hold the first “International Festival” on campus to highlight the diversity amongst its faculty and students. Students were encouraged to dress up and represent their heritage, but faculty were required to do so.

There were no exceptions for faculty members.

This meant the campus would have all sorts of fun activities going on. Festivities would range from parties, to gatherings, to food and special showcases and performances. It was expected to be a really big deal and local politicians had even commented about it. It was expected to be covered by the local media as well.

For Zara, it meant wearing a traditional Persian dress. She had plenty of those in her closet, which she’d wear for family functions.

It would be the first time she’d ever wear something like that in public. She considered herself to be an American woman, after all. She was a designer tshirt, jeans, and red lipstick kind of girl.

Maybe that was what this private meeting was about? She wondered. Especially since Zara was the only Persian woman on the faculty and perhaps the Dean wanted to confer with her on that.

She met Dean Keller in his office. Their relationship had always been cordial over the last 3 years since she landed the teaching job. She had always known him to be a fair-minded man who’s had the school’s best interest at heart.

For the first time, as they sat for their private meeting, she noticed something was off about him today. His confidence and enthusiasm seemed diminished. And he even seemed a bit hesitant, which was totally uncharacteristic of him.

“So, the International Festival,” he said, forcing a smile and then pausing.

Zara politely smiled back. “Yes? What about it?”

“Any thoughts? Are you comfortable with it?”

“Everything I’ve heard about it sounds like a lot of fun, and it’s something that will make our campus unique. I really love the idea of everyone dressing up and showing off their history.”

Dean Keller nodded. “Excellent. Very good. I knew you’d see it that way.”

“Was there anything else you had in mind?” she playfully questioned, knowing the Dean would never waste her time for such simple questions.

He gulped. “Do you have any idea what you’d be wearing?”

Zara’s eyes lit up. “I have too many options, which is a good problem to have I suppose. Believe it or not, I have tons of traditional Persian garments and clothes from going to weddings and that sort of thing. I haven’t made a final decision yet. I’ll still have to rummage through my closet.”

“I’m sure you’ll find something that looks… well… appropriate, in a lovely way.”

The Dean seemed embarrassed to say such a thing, and Zara wondered what the hell was going on. Was he flirting with her? Or was this the Dean’s awkward way of trying to get his dick sucked?

“What do you mean?” Zara asked, wanting to clear up this misunderstanding.

“Professor Ebadi,” he said in a more formal tone. “Universities across the country are going through a generational shift, in terms of age and race. In my opinion, you represent our future. Pardon my phrasing, but you’re very intelligent, young, and the students really seem to connect with you.”

She smiled, “Thank you. And I’m assuming you want me to wear something hip for the event. Something that’ll make sure the faculty looks fun and enthusiastic, even though the theme is traditional cultures.”

“I knew you’d understand,” he said with a short sigh of relief.

By :HeyAll

Check Also

A Wife’s Temptation

I was five months pregnant, but not showing much. Not enough to start with maternity …

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *