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   Slut Class Ch.  01 - First Class

   In a windowless classroom in Tolliver Hall, Nikki Love stood up in front
of twenty students.  She was nervous, not because she was standing in front
of people with half her bra showing and her cleavage on display, her
too-tight blouse unable to button completely.  She was used to that,
usually with a camera involved.  But it was her first time teaching.  She
turned and wrote her name on the board, conscious that her ass, covered in
a snug black skirt, was one of her best features.  She'd chosen seamed
stockings, and four-inch black heels.

   "Welcome to Gender Studies 107, Manipulating Regressive Paradigms," she
said, turning back to the class full of young ladies.  "I hope that's what
everyone is here for?"

   A cute blonde raised her hand.

   "Yes, Miss?" Nikki pointed.  "Tell me your name, I want to learn all
your names." Ugh, I sound like I'm teaching Kindergarten.

   "I'm Karen Taylor," said the girl.  "What exactly is a 'regressive
paradigm,' anyway?  That's not what most people call this class."

   Nikki smiled.  "What do most people call this class, Karen?" she asked.

   "Uh, you know, Dr.  Love." Karen blushed

   "Yes, but one goal of this class is getting comfortable expressing
yourself.  Please answer the question, Karen."

   "The slut class," said Karen, blushing harder.

   Nikki smiled.  "Is that what everyone else has heard?" There were some
nods, and a couple girls shook their heads and looked decidedly
uncomfortable.  A girl with pink hair and a crop top grinned.

   Nikki pointed to one, a woman with mousy brown hair that was very
straight.  "What do you think regressive paradigms are?" she asked.  "And
tell me your name."

   "Abigail Schneider," the girl said, "I just thought it sounded cool."

   Nikki smiled.  "It's a very fancy way of saying something, isn't it?  I
didn't come up with it, someone in the department did." She pointed to the
other girl who shook her head, a curvy Latina with waves of beautiful black
hair.  "How about you?"

   "Flora Alicia Ramirez," said the woman.  "A regressive paradigm is an
outdated, usually patriarchal, view of the world, running counter to
current feminist thought.  An example is the idea that women should obey
men in a marriage.  A regressive paradigm is something bad, so I'm curious
about the name of this class, but since we're all women here I'm sure it
will be fine."

   "Well," said Nikki.  "We won't be teaching that women should obey men in
marriages.  Why did you register for this class, Flora?"

   "Because it was for women only, and I'm tired of getting snarky guys in
gender studies classes."

   Nikki laughed.  "In this class I'll teach you how to express yourself,
especially in matters of sex.  Part of that will be learning and practicing
basic skills and learning to be comfortable with what others might perceive
as excessive displays of sexuality."

   "That doesn't sound so bad," said Flora.  "What's the regressive
paradigm, then?"

   Nikki had practiced this part.  "Some strands of Feminism teach that the
'male gaze' is at fault for much of women's oppression.  Such 'feminists'
use the concept of the male gaze to suggest that women should cover their
bodies, allying with anti-feminist religious conservatives against women
such as sex workers, telling women what they can and cannot do with their
own bodies, and making them frightened of men.  In this class we are going
to turn that around, empowering ourselves to see the male gaze as something
we can direct to ourselves for our pleasure as well as theirs, and treating
male and female lust as something useful to us rather than inherently
offensive."

   "Thus, the slut class," said a dark skinned woman with a honey-brown
afro.

   "Name, please?" asked Nikki.

   "Rachida Jones."

   "Thank you, Rachida.  Is everyone in the right place?"

   Nikki waited.  Two girls slipped out the door.  She expected she'd see
their drop slips soon.  To her surprise, Flora and Abigail stayed.

   "So, then, the phrase 'slut class.' That's supposed to be shaming, isn't
it?  Women get divided up into sluts or prudes, and either way we can't
win, but being a slut is worse.  We can agree with that regressive
paradigm, and slut-shame, or we can embrace our sexual selves and embrace
the word that's supposed to be harmful.  A slut is nothing more, or less,
than a woman who is unafraid of what she wants sexually, and brave enough
to actually get it." She turned and wrote on the board.  On the left side,
she wrote: "Manipulating Regressive Paradigms." On the right side she
wrote, "The slut class," and put it in quotes.

   She turned to the students.  "We'll examine the idea that a woman who
enjoys giving pleasure as much or more than receiving it is a tool of the
patriarchy, as some would suggest.  I'm going to suggest that being a
'giver' is in fact a sexual orientation, and that such shaming -"directed
almost entirely at women, rarely at men -"is another attempt to take away
women's rights to do what they want with their bodies.  Capitalism suggests
that a world of takers produces good through the invisible hand of the
market, but other lines of thought suggest that a world of givers is
actually a better place."

   "In order to get an A in this class, you will most definitely have to
embrace your inner slut.  In fact, you're going to have to let a few people
embrace your outer slut, as well.  We will use the word "slut" as well as
other sexually suggestive language a lot, so get comfortable with that
language.  There will be in-class assignments, and assignments to be
completed out of class, some of which will be performed in public places.
The assignments will require you to be ever more expressive of your
sexuality, each lesson more challenging than the one before.  As a result,
if anyone wants to drop out, even after the deadline, I will gladly sign
the paperwork necessary to allow that.  I don't want anyone to feel they
are doing things against their consent.  Even if you complete only part of
this class, you will have made strides towards being more comfortable
expressing yourself sexually."

   Nobody budged.

   "Good.  We're all in the right place.  Flora, would you be so kind as to
lock the door?  We don't want any boys wandering in.  At least not now, as
we take our first steps.  Thank you.  Now then, we're going to break into
groups and start talking about sex and sexuality.  Not other people's, not
in the abstract, but our own."

   It started off slow, but for the next hour the girls slowly opened up to
each other, and to Nikki.  They talked about the wildest things they'd done
sexually -"threesomes, spanking, a glory hole, sex in a park.  Abigail, it
turned out, was a virgin, although not particularly happy about it; if
anyone else was, they weren't admitting it.  Then they talked about things
they'd like to do but hadn't -"everything from gang bangs to domination to
one woman's fantasy about being a naked human statue in a museum.

   "Thank you, ladies," Nikki said as the clock approached the hour.  "I
appreciate all of you baring your intimate desires.  In a way we've been
more naked with each other than if we'd taken off our clothes.  On Thursday
we'll talk about Dressing for Sexcess." She turned and wrote the title on
the chalkboard.  "You are expected to come dressed provocatively, in a
manner to heighten sexual attraction.  Outfits will be graded, both by your
peers and by me, and we'll discuss what works and what doesn't, and how to
improve.  Be proud of your skin and your shape, ladies, and don't be afraid
to flaunt it.  We will be grading outfits, not body types.  Some of you are
probably nervous.  Having a few butterflies is part of the fun.  You'll get
used to dealing with that."

   She saw a few smirks, and a few shocked faces.  The pink haired girl,
who Nikki had learned was Stella Potter, was one of the smirkers, and she
was already wearing short shorts and a crop top a size smaller than a
size-chart would have recommended for her bust.  Flora's surprised face
turned into a calculating one.

   Nikki smiled at her.  "Oh, and girls -"a one letter grade reduction on
this assignment if you wear a trench coat or such to class so that no one
sees your outfit in the halls.  I'll be standing outside before class
starts."

   Flora's glare showed that she had been thinking exactly what Nikki had
suspected.

   "Later in the semester, we'll be doing far more than dressing slutty. 
Some of you may be worried about that, but as all of you know, STIs have
been largely eradicated, and are entirely curable.  We have established a
special relationship with the Church of Gaea, and their curative services
are available to anyone in this class if you have any concerns.  If you
aren't on birth control now, I suggest you go to the clinic in the Student
Center directly from this class and get that sorted out immediately.  I'll
expect everyone to verify that they are on birth control by the second week
of class."

   The girls stared back at her.  Nikki looked at the clock, relieved to
see that time was up.

   "See you next time!"



   Slut Class Ch.  02 - Dress for Sexcess

   Karen Taylor, a student at Maplewood College, a small liberal arts
college, looked at her outfit in the mirror.  She thought she had done
pretty well.  She hoped Dr.  Love would be pleased, even though she
fantasized about the teacher being very displeased indeed.  Had she
mistaken the look in the professor's eyes when she had admitted she had a
fantasy about being spanked in public?  She knew she was inclined to
wishful thinking.

   It was the second day for Gender Studies 107: Subverting Regressive
Paradigms, better known as the slut class, and today's assignment was to
come to class dressed as a slut.  Karen was sure that for lots of girls
that would mean deep cleavage, but she wasn't exactly big up top.  She
thought she had a winning smile, she was slender, and she'd been dyeing her
hair blonde since her Sophomore year in High School.  She took advantage of
what nature gave her, or hadn't.  She didn't have to wear a bra.  Her
nipples poked against her pink halter top.  She'd rolled up her shorts,
which were in a slightly darker shade of pink than her top, so that every
inch of leg was shown and you could almost see the bottom curve of her ass.
Normally she'd wear tennis shoes with such an outfit, but she'd gone shoe
shopping and had on pink sandals with a three-inch heel.  Trashy, but at
least I match.

   For the walk to class, however, she slipped off the heels and put on the
sneakers.  She rolled the shorts back down.  She still attracted some looks
as she crossed the quad, and she got to class five minutes early.

   Dr.  Nikki Love was outside class, next to the door.  She stood in
hooker pose, one foot propped against the wall, and her presence alone had
attracted a number of onlookers.  Wearing a corset that made her large
boobs look even bigger, a short leather skirt, four-inch heels, and fishnet
stay-ups whose lace tops left several inches of skin between hem and
stocking.

   If that's the standard, I'm going to have a tough time, thought Karen.
She popped into the ladies room to put on her heels and roll up her shorts,
and then slipped back out.  She liked being noticed, but she didn't want to
be too noticed.  The stares she'd gotten as she walked to class had both
excited and unnerved her, and she knew the excitement only made her nipples
harder and more prominent.  It was a small school, and people would talk.
There were twenty students in the slut class, and only a thousand or so at
the school.  Gossip traveled fast.  There was a crowd pretending not to
ogle Dr.  Love, and they stayed as the students trickled into class.  Karen
joined the crowd, getting a few stray glances.

   Pink-haired Stella sauntered by wearing even less than the teacher, her
belly ring catching the light as she walked.  She had on a mini-skirt, a
black bra, and a crop top that would have exposed some underboob if it
weren't for the bra.  Flora, who Karen was sure would drop, showed up
wearing a short cocktail dress, with a v-neck deep enough to make it clear
she too hadn't bothered with a bra, and heels.  She had her nose turned up
and was studiously avoiding making eye contact with anyone.  Rachida wore a
gold shoulderless mini-dress that snugly fit her curvy figure and made the
most of her full ass.

   I think I might be outclassed.

   Then Abigail showed up.  She, too, Karen had expected would drop. 
Abigail had gone with the schoolgirl look -"plaid skirt, black patent
shoes, white ankle socks, and a thin white button-down shirt.  But the
skirt wasn't very short, and the shirt's translucence only revealed that
she was wearing a fully covering white bra.  Pervs with a schoolgirl fetish
might dig that look, but it's hardly slutty.

   There was a man dressed in a suit, about thirty years old, who looked
like that kind of perv.  He had a book in his hand, and was trying to chat
the girls up as they approached the door, but none of them talked back.

   Karen shrugged and walked into class.  She was sure word had gotten out
that this was the slut class.  No doubt some of the people outside were
mentally cataloging the people who went in it.

   "Hell is real, and Jesus is the answer," said the man with the book as
she passed by.

   It had been tough going for traditional religions since the foundation
of the Church of Gaea.  The Church offered real, verifiable miracles; the
church's acolytes could heal any communicable disease with sex or even a
blowjob.  They didn't place any demands of abstinence on their followers,
and "Hell" for the Gaeans was global climate change.  Karen had attended a
few services herself, and imagined saying something witty like "Hell is
real, and less plastic is the answer," just a few steps too late.

   "Nice, Karen," Nikki Love said as Karen passed.

   "Thank you Ma'am," Karen said.  She glanced around at her fellow
classmates, and then took a seat.

   At three after ten, Nikki entered the classroom herself, and locked the
door behind her.  She walked to the front of the class, and asked, "So,
would anyone like to talk about how walking to class made you feel?"

   Flora's hand shot up.  Flora was the type of person whose hand always
shot up.

   "Flora?" asked Nikki.

   "I felt like everyone was staring at me.  And talking about me."

   "Sure," said Nikki, "and how did that make you feel?"

   "Violated."

   "Because people were looking at you?"

   "As if my body was for their entertainment," Flora explained.  "Rather
than being mine, people were acting like it was theirs."

   "Your feelings are valid, of course, but how did you know what they were
thinking?"

   Flora looked at a loss for words for a moment.  "I don't.  I just felt
that was what they were thinking."

   "I'm thinking they were thinking 'that's one hot chick' said Stella.  "I
know that's what I was thinking." She grinned over at Flora, and then,
quite deliberately, raked her slowly from head to toe with her gaze.

   "You're as bad as the men," said Flora.

   "Men aren't so bad," Stella said.  "I also felt that people were
staring. In fact, I know people were, because when I caught them I gave
them a little wink."

   Nikki smiled.  "Why don't you come up here and demonstrate that wink for
the class."

   Stella walked up with a little more bounce in her step than necessary,
making her boobs bounce and her crop top bounce higher, and winked at the
class.

   "You'll all have a chance to rate the outfits later in the day, but
Stella's getting an A from me," said Nikki.  "Attitude is an important part
of a slut's outfit, and Stella has it down.  We'll have a whole class on
that later, though -"today's assignment was just to dress provocatively. 
Thank you Stella, you may go back to your seat."

   Stella sashayed back, and Nikki pointed at Rachida and another girl,
Valerie, a zaftig brunette with short hair.  "Valerie and Rachida, you both
chose very striking lipstick to go with your outfits." Rachida's was a deep
purple, and Valerie's was a cherry red.  "Why was that?"

   Rachida shrugged.  "That's what's sexy."

   Valerie nodded.  "It makes people look at your lips and think about
kissing."

   "Because men like it and the patriarchy dictates what people think is
sexy," said Flora, who had worn a dark shade of lipstick herself, if not as
intense as Rachida's or Valerie's.  Karen had chosen pink lipstick, to go
with her outfit.  Had that been a mistake?  She didn't think so.  She
thought her lipstick would make people think about kissing, too.

   "Anyone else?" asked Nikki.

   No one answered.

   "A lot of what we think of is sexy is indeed a result of our culture,
and it can be arbitrary.  High heels were originally invented to make men
taller and their legs shapelier, and yet they are now worn almost
exclusively by women.  They still make men taller, and they still do nice
things for their legs, but it's considered unmasculine to wear them.  But
sometimes these things have some basis, too.  One theory about lipstick is
that it makes the contrast between mouth and face imitate the contrast
between the vulva and the lighter skin around it, turning the mouth into a
more sexual part of the body."

   "Blowjobs," said Stella.  Flora made a face.

   "Sure," agreed Nikki.  "But also cunnilingus, or kissing anywhere on the
body, including, as Valerie said, the mouth.  How many of you have kissed a
parent, or an aunt, or someone else, completely non-sexually?"

   Most of the class raised their hands.

   "So kissing isn't inherently sexual.  But it can be very intimate and
intensely sexual.  It depends on context.  And lipstick might be part of
the way we make context, whether it's an arbitrary cultural thing or it has
something to do with our vulvas.  Either way, lips are part of your sexual
arsenal."

   "Anyone else?"

   Abigail shakily lifted her hand.

   "Yes, Abigail?"

   "I felt like a mouse." She looked like one, too, ready to curl up into a
ball or run and hide.  Karen suppressed a giggle and felt bad about it. 
Several people laughed, and Abigail looked like she was on the edge of
tears.

   "You are not a mouse, Abby," Nikki said firmly.  "I will work with you,
and I have office hours." She turned and wrote them up on the board, before
turning back.  Abigail looked a little calmer.  "We are here to support
each other, not to bring each other down.  I will not tell you, Abby, that
your outfit will get a good grade today.  I do think you can get an A in
this class, in fact, you will get an A in this class if you're willing to
work at it."

   Abigail nodded.

   "We all want to help our fellow women become more sexually assertive and
open, right?"

   There were several nods.

   "I have a video for you to watch.  It lasts about ten minutes.  It will
be tempting to look at the hot young women in the video, but instead I want
you to look at everyone else." She pressed a button to make a screen
descend, flicked a switch to dim the lights, and then hit play on the
remote on her desk.

   The picture shown was the hallway just before class.  The camera must
have been right over Nikki's head.  For ten minutes the girls watched
themselves being watched.  Heads turned as they went by.  Karen was
surprised at how many people were staring at her and grinning.  She
attracted nearly as much attention as Stella.

   When the video stopped, Nikki turned the lights on and spoke.  "You made
those heads turn.  Your bodies, and the way you dress, has power to grab
attention.  You can control that narrative -"not absolutely, I'm not saying
you're going to make a gay guy jump the fence if you just wear a short
enough skirt, and god knows I'm not saying you're responsible if someone
assaults you.  But you have a lot of influence, and I bet you made people
happy and horny today.  You saw both men and women looking.  They enjoyed
the view.  Some of those women will feel empowered to wear what makes them
feel powerful tomorrow -"instead of what makes them feel disempowered."

   "Mousy," said Karen, and then realized she had used the same word
Abigail had.

   "That was unkind," Nikki said.  "We lift each other up, remember."

   "Yes.  So people can look up our skirts," Stella said, causing most of
the class to laugh and a few to glare.

   "I'm sorry," Karen said, and before she could help herself added, "Maybe
I should be punished."

   Nikki fixed Karen with a long stare as the corners of her mouth slowly
turned up into an evil smile.

   Uh-oh.

   "Would you accept whatever punishment I deem appropriate?  We are about
consent here, after all."

   Karen hesitated.  Nikki wouldn't really spank her in front of class,
would she?  Would she get a lower grade if she didn't agree?  She didn't
think so.  Surely it was safe to say no.  But she didn't.  "Yes, Ma'am."

   "Very well," said Nikki.  "I'm going to ask for people to volunteer to
do things, but for you, Karen, they are mandatory.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Ma'am," said Karen.  No spanking then.  Sigh.

   "Getting your fantasy to be spanked in front of everyone isn't a
punishment, Karen.  It's a reward."

   Karen blushed.

   Nikki grinned at her.  "And if you behave, some class I'll do exactly
that.  Now then." She turned to the remote again, and put a new picture on
the screen.  It was of a movie theater, taken from the front, showing
dozens of people intently watching.  "It's just us in here, of course, but
this picture should help you imagine that people are watching.  We talked
about how lips could be made more sexual, but this class is really about
making brains more sexual, and our imagination is part of that.  Who here
enjoyed being watched?"

   Several hands went up, including Rachida's, Stella's, and Karen's.

   "Now, strictly voluntary for all but one of you, but if you would like,
stand up and slowly take your top off, or your dress off if you wore a
dress, while staring back at the screen and imagining all these people
watching you."

   Nobody budged.  All eyes were on Karen.

   "I'm not wearing a bra." Karen hoped that would get her out of it.

   "I think we all can tell that," Nikki said.

   Karen slowly got to her feet.  "Um...  no one want to do this with me?"
Karen asked.

   For a moment, no one budged.  Then Flora got up, to her surprise.  "I've
got you, Karen.  I'm not wearing a bra either.  On the count of three?"

   Karen nodded thankfully.

   "I'm in," said Stella, who stood up too.

   "One," said Flora.  "Two."

   On three, Flora took her dress off, revealing black granny panties and
full breasts with dark nipples.  Karen removed her pink top, showing off
her small perky tits, flat stomach, and narrow waist.  Stella revealed that
her bra was lacy and transparent.

   "You will note that no one died or passed out by showing off their
nipples, or by seeing them," said Nikki.  "We've created this arbitrary
line about nipples -"show all the cleavage you want, but not that.  But
they are part of what makes breasts sexy.  Congratulations, you three, by
the way.  You've guaranteed yourselves an A on this assignment."

   Abigail lifted her hand.

   "Yes Abby?" Nikki asked.

   "What would I have to do to raise my grade?  I'll, um, take my shirt off
if that helps."

   Nikki smiled.  "You'll notice that often volunteering will raise your
grade on an assignment, but I'll never tell you that beforehand, and
sometimes it won't.  I don't want anyone thinking 'I'm just doing this
thing for the grade.' I want you to learn to want to do things.  So I'm
afraid the moment has passed, Abby.  But...  if you improved your outfit,
then your outfit might get a better grade from your fellow students."

   Abby unbuttoned a button on her blouse, and then seemed to realize all
eyes were on her and stopped.

   "I don't want to embarrass you, Abby," Nikki said.  "It's just one grade
in one session.  There will be others.  Let's move on.  I have another
video to watch you.  This one is of me, actually, walking down a street in
New York City, and I want to see what reactions it evokes in you.  You may
sit down, sluts."

   Karen felt sorry for Abby -- Abigail.  Even her name was a bit dreary,
and maybe the teacher had started calling her Abby to change her
perspective on herself.  People might look at Nikki Love and think bimbo,
but clearly the teacher was smart and understood people.  When Flora
challenged her, Nikki had all the answers ready.

   Flora opened her mouth.  She probably wants to protest being called a
slut.  But she sat down, and Nikki dimmed the lights and started the video.
The video showed Nikki walking down a street wearing a white blouse, a
black bra, a short skirt, and heels.  Sometimes it focused on her front,
other times on her ass, and still other times on the onlookers who turned
to watch.  Flora quickly put her dress back on, and Karen wondered if she
was allowed to put her shirt back on, when she had an idea.

   All eyes were fixed on the screen as Karen slipped out of her seat to go
crouch next to Abigail.  The other girl leaned away from her, as if afraid
Karen was going to say something mean.

   "You want to wear my shirt?" Karen whispered.  "We could change in the
back." Abigail was about her size, even if differently proportioned.

   Abigail hesitated, glancing up at the screen.  In the video, Nikki was
unbuttoning her blouse to display more and more as she walked around
Manhattan.

   "Is this a trick?" Abigail asked.

   Karen shook her head.  "No.  I'm sorry for what I said.  I didn't mean
it that way.  I want to make it up to you.  Friends?"

   Abigail slowly nodded.  She reached out to take Karen's proffered hand.

   "Let's go to the back so we don't disturb class.  And so no one can
watch."

   Abigail followed her back.  She took off her shirt, still watching the
screen.  She reached for the halter.

   "Bra too," said Karen.  "It'll look so much better."

   "My boobs are bigger than yours," said Abigail.

   "Um, thanks?" Karen said.  "That just means it will look even better on
you.

   Abigail turned her back to class, and reached behind her for the bra
snaps.  Karen turned to give her some privacy, and watched as Nikki
performed the same operation, but in the middle of Fifth Avenue.  Large
tits swaying, bra dangling off her fingers, the woman sauntered around as
if nothing was out of the ordinary, although of course almost everyone was
turning around to look.

   Abigail took the top from Karen and put it on.  Karen looked.  The other
girl did have more up top, so her nipples pressed even more prominently
against the fabric than Karen's had, and there was more cleavage.

   "Shall we switch bottoms too?" asked Karen.  "I think they'd match
better."

   Abigail hesitated, but nodded.  Karen quickly stripped out of her
shorts, and Abigail from her skirt.  Karen was wearing a thong, for no
panty lines, and Abigail was wearing floral bikini panties, but Karen
really didn't think she could talk the girl into going commando.  Karen put
on Abigail's skirt as Abigail struggled into the shorts.  They were a tight
fit.

   "We better get back to our seats," said Abigail.

   Karen nodded.  As the other girl headed back, she noticed that the
shorts bared about a half-inch of her ass cheeks..  She looks hot.  Mission
accomplished.  They got back to their seats just as the video ended and the
lights came back on.

   "One of the goals of this class is to make you all as comfortable with
your body, and with other people seeing it, as I am in that video," said
Nikki.  "Today is just the first small step.  Abby, you look downright hot
in that outfit.  Thank you Karen -- I think you've redeemed yourself.  I'm
going to pass out forms, and I want you to grade and comment on everyone's
outfits.  You're not going to be rating their bodies, just what they've
done in terms of presentation.  All body types are beautiful." She handed a
stack of papers to the left most person in each row as she worked her way
to the back.  "I'll call on each of you, and you'll stand up, turn so
everyone can see every side of you, and then sit down."

   "Better not put that blouse on," Stella said to Karen.

   "Everybody's seen it all anyway," Karen said with more nonchalance than
she felt.  She just wanted to make sure that Nikki thought she was a good
girl.  Or a very bad one that needed to be spanked.

   "I'll go alphabetically," said Nikki.  "Abby?"

   It wasn't the most graceful twirl ever, and Abby was shaking, but she
smiled when she sat back down.  She had heard the appreciative murmurs. 
Karen rated her an A.  Flora got up and twirled somewhat perfunctorily when
it was her turn.  Karen, eager for Nikki's approval, tried to make the
skirt fly up as she twirled.  Stella, naturally, was a total ham as she
winked at the class.  By the time all the girls had gone and handed in
their rating sheets, class was over.

   "See you next week," Nikki said, "and 'improper' dress is expected every
time in this class!"

   Karen looked for Abby, no longer thinking of the sexy girl as Abigail.
She wanted her clothes back and the next class would soon be coming in. 
But Abby was going up to talk to the teacher.  Karen put on Abby's shirt
hastily, although she knew that people could still see her tits through the
thin white fabric.

   "Ma'am?" asked Abby.  "Could I make an appointment at three tomorrow?"

   "Of course."

   "I think I really need help to pass this class."

   "I'll give you all the help I need."

   "I hate to interrupt," said Karen, "but I'd like my clothes back?"

   "People are going to be coming in soon," said Nikki.  "You're better off
swapping in the ladies'." She was already moving from behind her desk to go
unlock the door.

   "But that way everyone will see me in the hall," said Abby.

   "That's one of the benefits, yes," said Nikki, grinning.  "But people
are already coming in, so it's either that or have them see you naked right
here.  And Abby?"

   "Yes, Dr.  Love?"

   If you're going to wear a shirt with buttons, always undo enough that
you show some cleavage.  We'll talk more about bra choices in office hours.
And if you have a hard time convincing yourself not to button up again,
just cut the buttons off so you don't have a choice.  I'll see you
tomorrow, Abby, and both of you in class Tuesday." The door clicked open,
and Nikki opened it.

   "Thank you, Dr.  Love," said Abby.

   Arms crossed in front of their chests, Karen and Abby hurried out of the
class past the incoming students.  Why are people so early?  But Karen
thought she knew the answer.  To look at us.

   And people kept looking at them as they moved through the hall.  Karen
decided that it was less embarrassing to proudly flaunt what she had than
to be so obvious about trying to hide it, and she took Abby's hand to
encourage her to do the same.

   "We look like lesbians," said Abby.

   "Very hot lesbians," said Karen.  "I bet someone will jerk off thinking
about us tonight."

   "Oh," said Abby, and it was impossible to tell exactly what she thought
about that.

   They got to the bathroom and changed in front of each other.

   "Are you going to do it?" asked Karen.

   "Do what?" asked Abby.

   "With the buttons."

   "Oh," said Abby, looking down.  "You think I should?"

   I think you should do whatever Ma'am suggests.  "Definitely."

   Abby unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse.  "Like this, or one more?"

   "Like that," Karen said.  "You don't want people to see your bra until
you have a sexier one.  After you get something that shows a little more
skin, definitely one more."

   "Okay," said Abby.  She pulled at a button, and it came free.

   "Let's make sure you don't rip anything," said Karen.  She had a small
cuticle scissors in her purse.  She carefully cut the threads holding the
other button on, while Abby watched.  Another girl came in.  Karen wondered
what she thought of what was going on, but stayed focused on Abby.

   "Thank you, Karen.  I'm um, straight, by the way."

   Karen smiled.  "Me too.  Although I --" she was about to say she'd make
an exception for their teacher, if directed.  She decided that was more
revealing a statement than she wanted to make.  "It's good to have a friend
in class.  It's going to be an interesting semester."

   Abby nodded.  "Yes, it is.  It scares me, but -- I'm determined to
succeed."

   Karen grinned.  "Me too, on both counts.  See you Tuesday?"

   "I'll be there," Abby said.

   "See ya!" They went opposite ways when they exited the bathroom, and
Karen enjoyed the looks she got on the way to her next class.



   Slut Class Ch.  03 - The Big Screen

   Flora Ramirez looked at the class page for GS 107, Manipulating
Regressive Paradigms, better known as "the slut class." Every class at
Maplewood University had a class page where the teachers would post
assignments, with a picture of the teacher in the upper right-hand corner.
Some of them had pages for the students, so they could critique each
other's work, but so far not GS 107.

   GS 107 was also the only class page where the picture of the teacher had
her sitting in a chair, looking over glasses, with her shirt open to reveal
a black demi-bra and DDD breasts.  "Professor Nikki Love," it said.  Flora
had googled, and there were plenty of more revealing pictures of "Nikki
Love" on the internet.  Nikki had been a porn star before taking up
teaching, and had been born Charity Nicole Lovelace.

   The instructions said: "Wear separates to class.  We will be taking our
tops off and baring our breasts."

   Well, then.  She'd already taken her dress off in class once, so it
wasn't that big a deal.  Everyone at Maplewood could see all the class
pages, and she was pretty sure this one drew attention from people who
weren't taking the class.  There were no windows in Nikki's classroom, but
it was still a little odd knowing people would know she, and the other
girls, were topless inside.  Was that the extent of the exercise Nikki had
planned, just to help them get comfortable in their own skin?  There would
be something else going on, she was sure.

   Flora had taken the class partly because it was the only "woman-only"
class in the schedule.  She had a nasty breakup the semester before, and
she still didn't enjoy seeing her ex-boyfriend, Ted, when she saw him. 
Maplewood was so small, though, that you couldn't help but run into people.
Still, it was fair to say she was down on men, although still attracted to
them sexually.  She hoped taking the "slut class" would help her get over
the malaise she was feeling.

   Some of her girlfriends, including Carla, her roommate, had told her to
get right back on the horse, but she was sure rebounding was a bad idea. 
She read Erica Jong's Fear of Flying and liked the idea of a "zipless
fuck," but she wasn't quite ready to go for that.  She still thought a lot
about guys, though.  One was Carson Taylor, quarterback of Maplewood's
football team.  Football wasn't a big deal at Maplewood, and the team had
lost all but one game the year before, but Carson was still a hunk.  The
other was Ian McSweeney.  Ian was Carson's opposite -"nerdy, but oh so
smart.  Beauty or Brains.  Women supposedly went for brains, but Flora was
torn.  She leaned Ian, but then wondered if that was because Carson would
be more of a challenge.  She'd been waiting for a guy to make the first
move, even though that was a regressive paradigm, itself, putting men in
the driver's seat.

   "You overthink things," Carla had told her more than once, and it was
true.

   Flora put on a red bra and panties.  She'd bought a thong after hearing
her underwear termed "granny panties." She added a snug black T-shirt, with
a V-neck that showed some cleavage, and a black miniskirt.  Since she'd
enrolled in the slut class she'd been dressing a little more provocatively.
She had to, for class, or it would cost her on her grade.  Half the student
body had probably seen her cleavage and legs, anyway.  She might as well
flaunt it.

   There was a small crowd gathered outside the Student Union, and she was
still early for class, so she went and looked to see what it was about. 
They had installed a giant screen in front of the building, visible from
anywhere on Maplewood's central quad.  It was showing highlights from the
weekend's football and lacrosse games.

   Carson was one of those watching.  He was talking to a blonde, which was
awkward.  Flora recognized Sheila Carnack, one of the four women in Flora's
group house.  Flora watched the giant TV for a minute.  Sports were not
that big a deal at Maplewood, and surely they didn't put that expensive
monstrosity in just for that.

   Sheila didn't talk to Carson long, and when she finished, she headed
straight to Flora.  Sheila grinned.  "I think he likes me.  He got my phone
number; said he'd call me later."

   "Did you get his?"

   "Um, no."

   "Of course he likes you!" He's got control, and she has none.  Poor
dear.

   Sheila grinned and walked off with a bounce in her step.

   Flora walked over to Carson, who wasn't by himself very much.  In fact,
he was already heading into the Union, and Flora had to hurry to intercept
him.

   "Hey, Carson," she said.

   He turned.  He had a Clark Kent cowlick on his forehead that was kinda
cute, and a square jaw with a dimple.  "Hey.  Um, Flora, right?"

   "Right.  Hey, could you do me a favor?"

   "Sure, what's that?" He looked her up and down.  She was tempted to call
him on it, but then realized that was what she wanted.

   "I need your phone number."

   "Huh?"

   "There might be something I could invite you and...  some friends to?"
It sounded a little lame, even to Flora, but she added, "Big plans.  I
think you'll like them."

   Carson hesitated, then nodded.  "Okay, no biggie." He rattled off a
number, and Flora entered it in her phone.

   "You're pretty hot," Carson said.

   "Thanks." She kept her cool, sort of.  Carson thinks I'm hot.  I
shouldn't care that much what a man thinks of my body.  He doesn't know me,
really.  It doesn't mean anything.

   "What's your number?"

   "I'll text it to you." She walked away with a wave.  She didn't blame
Carson for looking at her body.  But she wasn't going to poach on whatever
Sheila had happening.  When she was out of sight, she texted Sheila. 
"Here's Carson's number."

   "Huh?" Sheila texted back.  "Thanks, but why?"

   "Equal footing, sister," Flora texted.

   "Ah.  LOL."

   At that point, she had to hurry to get to class on time.  As usual,
there was a small crowd outside, mostly guys, watching the girls go in. 
There would be a larger one on the way out.  Didn't they all have studying
to do?

   There was a man up front, wearing a uniform.  There had never been a man
in GS 107 before.  Flora had enrolled in the class because they listed it
as 'women only.' And yet, there was a cop there, talking to Nikki.  Was the
teacher in trouble?  But Nikki casually perched on the edge of the desk,
looking relaxed, swinging her legs now and then.

   If she ever taught guys, Flora thought, they wouldn't hear a thing she
said.  She looks like she could be the sexy teacher in a music video.  Are
we going to get half-naked in front of a cop?

   On each desk was a small camera, in an open box so it wasn't taking any
pictures at the moment of anything but the side of the box.

   The students filed in, talking only in whispers.  Nobody said anything
to Flora.  Usually Stella would give her an annoying wink, as if they
shared some secret, which they totally didn't.  Stella didn't seem to get
feminism at all, and she always dressed deliberately low brow.  The pink in
her blonde hair had faded a bit.  Today she'd skipped the crop top for a
halter that didn't quite cover all that her lacy black bra did, and she'd
ditched cut-offs for a too-short skirt that probably left her bare butt on
the chair.  Hopefully she was at least wearing underwear, because she
didn't have her legs crossed, either.

   Flora was getting on board with reclaiming the word "slut," which Nikki
had been pushing since the start of class.  But Stella took it to a level
Flora still wasn't on board with.  And Stella seemed to love poking at
Flora.

   "Good afternoon, everyone," Nikki said, letting herself down from the
desk to stand on the floor.  "We have a lot to do today, and we're going to
do an exercise that is going to help you along on your slut journey.  But
first, we have a message from our special guest, Officer Sanborn.  Clive is
in charge of Campus Security here, and he'd like to say a few words."

   First name basis, hmm?  Officer Sanborn puffed out his chest and took a
step forward.  He had a gun strapped to his side and a flashlight on the
other, and he was balding on top, but he looked fit.

   "Hello ladies," said Officer Sanborn, seeming to stumble over the word
just a little.  "I've been talking to, um, Dr.  Love here, about some of
your future class assignments.  As you know, it's my job to enforce the law
on campus, and to protect all of you.  Especially to protect vulnerable
young ladies."

   He paused, letting that sink in for a moment.

   Flora was totally on board with that, in a way.  Campus rape happened at
most colleges way more than was reported, and Maplewood's closed campus was
attractive partly for that reason -"no outsiders allowed without a pass. 
But having a cop tell her what to do was the very epitome of the
patriarchy, and she braced herself for a lecture on how the way women
dressed "invited" assault.  A cop had told University of Toronto students
that, once, and it hadn't gone well for the cop, but that was Canada.

   Officer Sanborn continued.  "As many of you know, Maplewood's campus is
private property.  That means that whatever you do here isn't technically
"in public" and we have some latitude as to how we enforce things.  Nikki,
er, Dr.  Love has convinced me that for, er, educational reasons, you need
to be exempt from certain enforcement mechanisms, specifically as regards
indecent exposure and lewd behavior.  She's sent me a list of your names,
with pictures, so that me and my deputy don't hassle you if you, are, um,
indecent or, um, lewd, or..."

   Nikki came to his rescue.  "What Officer Sanborn means is that you can
dress however you like, and do whatever you like sexually, anywhere on the
campus of Maplewood without fear of being arrested."

   "Um, yeah." Officer Sanborn looked a little startled, but nodded.

   "Even if there is an orgy right in the middle of the quad in broad
daylight, Officer Sanborn and his deputy won't interfere, other than to
protect you from uninvited people joining in."

   "Well, wait a min -"" started the Officer.

   "Because we," Nikki interrupted, "Have a deal, right Officer?"

   Officer Sanborn stared with the look of a man who hadn't realized quite
what he had agreed to.  Then he looked at Nikki's chest.  Then he looked
back up.  "Um, yes," he said.  "We have a deal."

   Whatever Nikki had offered him, clearly, he didn't want to pass it up
over a little thing like coeds fucking in public.

   "Good.  And don't worry class.  The orgies are optional, and we'll work
our way up to it.  Thank you, Officer.  The young ladies are going to
remove their tops shortly, so I think it'd probably be best if you came
back to visit me later this evening."

   Oh good, he's leaving.  Flora had been afraid that part of Nikki's deal
was a free peek at all the young women in exchange for the officer's
cooperation.  Flora watched as Officer Sanborn made his way out.  He paused
at the door, either to say something, or because he hoped to watch what
would happen next, but Nikki gave him a look over the top of her glasses, a
look that made Flora imagine Nikki would take a ruler to him if he didn't
behave.  He left and closed the door behind him.  Nikki crossed the room to
lock it.

   "Now, sluts, off with your tops.  It's time to be more comfortable with
your body, and that starts when it's just among us."

   Stella whipped off her halter top, revealing big breasts in a lacy black
bra that you could see her nipples through.  The other girls looked at each
other and then started stripping.  Flora took off her top, too.  They'd all
seen her in nothing but panties last class, and this time she was wearing a
pretty red bra.  Nikki's plan to wear down their resistance to showing skin
was clearly working.

   "Bras too, ladies," said Nikki, who had removed her blouse.  "Some of
you don't wear them, which is great, and some of you look lovely in them,
but everyone is going to be equally naked today." Nikki reached behind her
back to undo the clasp, slid her straps over her shoulder, and then tossed
the bra on the desk.  The combination of size and perkiness, Flora decided,
could not be entirely natural.  All done for the male gaze, she thought. 
Then she saw how totally comfortable and confident Nikki seemed, with no
men around, and realized that perhaps Nikki had done it for herself after
all.

   Her musing distracted her from what Nikki was saying, and she had to
replay it in her mind.  "Pair up," Nikki had said.  Most of the girls
already had selected someone.  Karen paired up with Abigail.  Rachida
paired up with Valerie.  She looked around and tried to ask Josie just a
moment too late, as she found someone else.

   "Does everyone have someone?  Raise your hand if you don't.  There are
an even number of you, so I don't think anyone has to pair up with me."

   Flora raised her hand and looked around.  The only other girl raising
her hand was Stella, who was grinning at her.  And winking.

   "Flora and Stella, you two pair up," said Nikki quickly.  "Okay then,
this is how it's going to work.  You're going to take pictures of each
other with the cameras on your desk.  I won't show any of the pictures to
anyone without your permission, and we're using these cameras so no one
walks away with pictures on their phone that they can text or post on the
internet, although I know none of you would do that without consent."

   "What kind of pictures?" asked Rachida.

   "These pictures should capture your partner in all your topless glory
-"I don't want to see any hidden breasts, your breasts are all lovely -"and
they should have a smile.  Make them sexy and flirty.  Take them again
until you get it right."

   Stella grinned widely.

   What have I gotten myself into?

   "Take me first," said Stella.  She arched her back to make her chest
stand out better and froze her face in a kiss blowing pose.

   Flora snapped a few pictures of Stella.  She had to admit the other girl
looked sexy.  Trashy, but sexy.  Her breasts were nearly as large and firm
looking as Nikki's.  With her pink hair, she looked like an anime girl -"or
a hentai girl.

   "Let me see," asked Stella.

   Flora showed her.

   "I look hot.  I bet even you want to do me." Stella winked.

   "I'm straight," said Flora.  "Although I appreciate lesbianism as a
political statement."

   "I'd get political with you," Stella said, winking again.

   "Uh-huh.  Let's get on with this."

   Stella nodded and took her own camera out of the box.  Flora posed.  She
wanted to get a good grade, and Nikki would probably grade the photos.

   "Oh, more of a smile," said Stella.

   Flora forced a smile.

   "Chest out.  Show me those tits."

   Flora arched her back and glowered.

   "With a smile."

   Flora smiled.

   "Pretend you want me," Stella said.  "Or pretend I'm someone else you
want.  Seduce the camera."

   Flora gave it a try, thinking for a moment of Carson.  Or Ian.  She
couldn't decide.  Either way, apparently at some point Stella was satisfied
and showed her the picture.

   She never loved pictures of herself, but she had to admit that Stella
had captured the way she wanted to look: confident and sexy, even if she
didn't feel confident with her top off.  Her boobs looked good.  Her smile
looked good.

   "Thank you," she said.

   "Anytime, sweetie." Stella winked.  The warm feeling she had toward
Stella started to evaporate the moment Stella's left eye twitched.

   "I've been walking around looking at some of you," Nikki said.  "You all
look so fantastic.  I'm really excited about today's class."

   "So now what?" asked Stella.

   "As usual, you'll be graded on how you've overcome your inhibitions to
embrace your sexual self."

   "How slutty we are," Karen said.

   "Hmm," Nikki said, not denying the translation.  "Just by taking your
tops off, you've earned a C.  The cameras transmit to the laptop on my
desk, and I know you've all earned a B just by posing for lovely, beautiful
pictures.  You all look so vibrant."

   The open line was obvious.  "And to get a A?" asked Abigail.

   "Some of you may have noticed the very large television now outside the
Student Union, that I convinced the administration to install."

   Oh no.  And just how did you convince them?

   "There are release forms up on my desk.  Sign one, and you'll get an A.
They give me the right to put pictures of you on the screen, so that
everyone on campus can see how beautiful and sexy you all are."

   "Do it," said Stella.

   Nikki handed her a stack of forms, and then handed another stack to
Flora, and one to Rachida.  "Take one, pass them back.  I'll add them to
the slideshow as soon as I get them."

   Flora had expected Stella to sign the paper unread, but Stella's hand
was shaking as it held the pen.  She wasn't as brave as she made herself
out to be.  It made her more likable, in a way.  Then Stella turned to her.
"Taking your B?" asked Stella.

   Oh, yeah, that.  She didn't take B's, although she didn't want to be the
only one on the screen.  She also didn't sign things without reading them.
So she ignored the other girl and read the print, thoroughly.  As Nikki
said, it gave her the right to post pictures of her.  It didn't specify
what pictures, but the release did specifically include "adult-oriented"
pictures.

   She watched Abigail walk to Nikki's desk.  The poor girl was shaking. 
She dropped the release form on the desk and backed away from it like it
was a hot potato.  Karen went up next, straightened Abigail's, and put hers
on top.  Nikki took them both and started typing into the computer.

   So, I won't be the only one.

   Stella apparently had been waiting to see the same thing.  But she
walked up with her usual swagger, put the paper on Nikki's desk, and then
turned and winked at Flora.

   Grrr.

   "Want to settle for a B?" asked Stella.  "I would have thought you'd
have gone before Abby."

   Abigail had always seemed the person most out of place in the class. 
The repressed girl apparently signed up without knowing what she was
getting into.  Flora had expected her to drop, not agree to have her
topless picture shown to the entire campus.  I'm braver than Abigail.  Or
Stella.  I'm not going to let them get a better grade.

   Flora signed the paper and tossed it on top of Stella's.

   She went to her chair, and sat down, wondering what she'd done.  She
didn't hear much of what Nikki said after that.  Any assignments would be
on the class page.

   She put on her bra and top and filed out of class with everyone else. 
For a change, there wasn't a gaggle of gawkers.  Like most of the girls,
she looked across the quad as soon as she got out of the building.  The big
screen was small in the distance, but clearly the pictures they'd taken
were being shown on it.  Each stayed up for a about a minute, before moving
on to the next.  Valerie.  Rachida.  Stella.  Abigail.  Flora.  She waited
until her picture left the screen, aware that a few people nearby were
looking at the screen and then at her, trying to decide whether it was the
same person or just taking advantage of the fact that mentally undressing
her was now easy.  She wasn't that hungry, but she'd need dinner
eventually, and the place to get that was the dining hall in the Student
Union unless she wanted to take a long walk into town.  She passed people
talking, knowing they'd already seen her topless.  It was a strange feeling
-- embarrassing, in a way, but there was also a sense that it didn't matter
what they saw now, didn't matter that she was wearing a tight top with lots
of cleavage or a short skirt.  That had lost its power over her.  Her back
straightened as she kept walking.  She looked good without her shirt.  All
the girls did.

   She saw Ian standing outside the Union.  Sometimes he wore contacts, but
today he had glasses on.  Plaid shirt, khakis.  He had good square
shoulders.  He was talking to a couple of friends.  They were looking at
the screen.  She wondered what was on them, so she ventured closer.

   "Look at those.  I wish we had a feed to our room," said one.

   "You want to jerk off," said another.

   "Well, sure," said the first.

   "They are beautiful," said Ian.

   When we're all topless together, it's really not a big deal.  But men
will stare at breasts for hours, as if hypnotized by our power.  She
thought for a moment about what the cop had said and decided she was
mistress of her own fate.  She took off her shirt, right there in front of
the Student Union.  People turned to look, and she ignored them.  She
ignored the one of Ian's friends whose eyes almost popped out of his head,
too, as he stared at her.  She walked confidently forward.

   "Hi Ian," she said.

   "Uh, hi," said Ian.

   "Why settle for pictures, when you can have the real thing?" she asked.
"You busy?"

   Ian stared for a half-second, but that was all it took.  "Nope.  Not at
all.  I was going to get some dinner, but I can put that off."

   "Good," Flora said.  "Mind if I touch you?"

   "Nope."

   She meant to hug, but ended up kissing hard on the lips, and he kissed
back.  He was a surprisingly good kisser.

   "Take me someplace private," Flora said when they broke off.  Whether
this was a one-off or relationship material, it was time to get back on the
horse.  Time to ride that horse for several orgasms, in fact.  And Ian
would do just fine.

   "Later guys," said Ian, putting his arm around her.  They walked away
together.  She didn't hear his friends say anything until they were almost
out of earshot, and she liked to think she'd struck them speechless.

   Just barely, she heard one ask the other, "What just happened?"

   I just happened, that's what happened.  When they got to his room, she
was going to give him a show, and with any luck ride his cock.  In the
meantime, she was going to enjoy the stares of people as she walked across
campus, arm in arm with a boy, while wearing nothing but a bra and
miniskirt.



   Slut Class Ch.  04 - Oral Lesson

   Valerie Labelle opened the door of "slut class" with butterflies in her
stomach, as usual.  You never knew quite what to expect Nikki Love, the
professor of Gender Studies 107, to come up with next.

   The classroom looked completely different.  On the left wall there were
four anatomically realistic dildos, about three feet off the ground.  On
the right wall, which was really a divider as the room had once been part
of a large lecture hall, there were four holes at roughly the same height.
In front of each hole and each wall-mounted dildo was a welcome mat.

   As usual, Nikki had dressed outlandishly.  The latex catsuit she wore
covered much more skin than usual, even though she had it unzipped to her
navel.  On the desk next to her was a laptop, some papers, a riding crop,
another purple dildo, some leather straps, and the glasses she sometimes
wore but apparently didn't need.  Valerie was aware of Nikki's eyes on her
as she walked in.

   Provocative dress was required in GS 107, and for some girls that meant
deciding whether to wear a low cut top or a short skirt or simply something
tight without a bra.  Valerie had never been a small girl, although she
wasn't tall.  She was "overweight," her doctor would tell her, but her
weight was well distributed.  It didn't all go to her ass, or her stomach.
Her large breasts would be sore if she walked around campus unsupported, so
braless was out.  Provocative for Valerie meant cleavage and lots of it,
and today she managed that with a stretchy red top, unbuttoned to just
below the bra line.  At most angles you couldn't see the bra, just generous
mounds of creamy flesh.

   Valerie had always thought of herself as plain before meeting Dr.  Love.
She knew her tits were large, because she had eyes and could see.  If that
hadn't been enough, the girls in gym class had teased her about it, and
she'd always found them embarrassing.  It was slowly dawning on her that
the girls in High School had been jealous.

   Valerie hadn't been one of the girls who agreed to have topless pictures
shown on the big screen in front of the student union, however.  She was a
bit too self-conscious for that, although she admired the girls who went
for it.  If that meant she got a B, that was the way it was going to have
to go.  She sat down in a chair, looking nervously between the two sides of
the room.  Dildos, and glory holes.  Were there men on the other side? 
Presumably.  Valerie took a deep breath and waited.

   At last, Nikki crossed the room and locked the door behind Jeni, a leggy
brunette who had been the last person in.  She walked back up to the front
of class, and wrote on the board, all eyes on either her chalk or her very
shiny latex covered ass.

   "Giving slutty blowjobs," she wrote, and then turned back.

   "How many of you have given a blowjob before?" she asked.

   Everyone raised their hands, even Abby.  Valerie was not the only person
who looked to see if Abby would raise her hand, presuming she wouldn't.

   "You go, girl," Stella said, drawing even more attention to the bashful
girl.

   "How many of you have given a blowjob recently?"

   Valerie kept her hand down this time, Abby did not.  Valerie suspected
as much.  It had probably been Abby's first time.  She had confessed that
she was a virgin on the first day, but Valerie suspected Abby's sexual
inexperience went deeper than that.

   "Define recently?" asked Stella.

   "In the past two weeks."

   One hand went down, but Stella's hand went up.  "I thought you meant in
the last couple hours, or something."

   Nikki talked over the ensuing laughter.  "Well, we're going to get some
practice today.  I've recruited a few boys from the school, and they're
inside those booths.  If you prefer, you can use one of our fine purple
plastic friends on the wall there, and I have a strap on if you want to
experiment with a female partner.  What makes a good blowjob?"

   Several hands shot up.  "Rachida?"

   "The way you swirl your tongue on the underside."

   "Yes, a lot of guys like that.  Stella?"

   "Deep throating."

   "Definitely spectacular.  Most guys love it, but they also report that
the sensation isn't the reason.  Even on men, the biggest sex organ is the
brain, not the cock, so a good blowjob massages the brain.  Which is part
of why blowjobs on strap-ons are still hot, despite the lack of nerves. 
Jeni?"

   "Swallowing."

   "Think about the alternatives.  If you don't swallow, you have to spit
it out, and spitting indicates disgust in our culture.  So yes, assuming
we're talking a bio-cock and an orgasm, swallowing.  Anyone else?  Flora?"

   "Affection."

   Nikki smiled.  "Yeah.  If you want to give a good blowjob, it helps to
really want to make the person you are blowing happy, to give them
pleasure. Anyone else?"

   Silence.

   "Suppose for a moment that you are giving a blowjob to someone who is
wearing a strap on, or one of our dildos on the wall.  That means that
things like swallowing aren't on the table.  So how do you give a hot
blowjob then?"

   Valerie smiled and raised her hand.  She had no interest in giving
blowjobs to women, but she thought she got where Nikki was going.  "Make it
look good."

   Nikki nodded.  "Exactly?  And how would you do that, Valerie?"

   "I'd um, exaggerate my movements.  Try to take as much in as possible.
Maybe make a point of gagging on it."

   "Good, good.  How would you want to dress for a good, hot-looking blow
job?"

   "Naked?  Or sexy lingerie."

   "Either is good.  Topless is usually as good as naked here, since the
view of the rest of you is often blocked.  How about posture?"

   Karen, a perky blonde who never seemed to wear a bra, raised her hand.

   "Karen?"

   "Kneeling."

   "Why kneeling?"

   "Because it, um, shows submission?"

   "Sure.  And that's a turn on for many people.  If that's not the dynamic
you're going for, crouching is awesome." Nikki lowered herself into a
squat. "It shows off your muscles, although it takes some exercise to
maintain this pose.  Even without submission, a lot of the things we've
talked about point to the fact that partners often want to know that you're
working for it -"that they are worth working for.  If you can pull this
off, trust me, the person you are blowing will be impressed.  Another
question -"hands, or no hands?" Nikki chuckled.  "A show of hands for those
who prefer hands."

   Half the class raised theirs.

   "It's easier to get someone off with hands.  A recent poll showed that
most receivers of blowjobs think they are hotter if the giver only uses
their mouth.  So, try no hands.  But you can use your hands dramatically,
too, and some men can't get off without the extra friction -"and that's not
the sort of thing they want to tell pollsters.  If you're well-endowed you
can easily mix in tit fucking.  Also, one alternative to swallowing is to
let your partner cum on your body, which means finishing with your hands.
That avoids the problem spitting has if you don't like the taste.  But it's
a taste worth acquiring for any good slut.  Any other observations?"

   The class was quiet.  Clearly, Nikki knew her blowjobs.  Which wasn't
surprising, as there were at least thirty clips of their teacher giving
head online.  Valerie knew most of the other students had also watched some
of their teacher's porn videos, and she had vivid images of Nikki
performing most of the moves she'd talked about.

   "Okay, girls, tops off, because we want to imagine we're providing a
good view."

   All the girls took their tops off.  After last class, it wasn't even
something to pause about.

   "Let's get to it.  We're going to have to take turns, as there are
twenty of you and only eight stations.  You can choose whether to go for
the dildos or the bio-cocks in the glory holes.  Let's go reverse
alphabetically this time, so our first cohort will be Veronica, Valerie,
Theresa, Stella..."

   Shit.  Which way do I go?

   She hesitated, which meant all the dildos were taken.  Stella had gone
for a glory hole, but most of the other girls had chosen purple plastic.

   "Valerie, if you really don't want to, you can wait and we can let
someone else go.  Or if you want to partner with someone and practice on
the strap-on?" Nikki dangled the leather straps and dildo from her hand,
looking around questioningly.

   Valerie shook her head.  "Nope.  Just couldn't decide which way to go,"
she said, and headed toward the last remaining glory hole, positioning
herself between Stella and Veronica.  She knelt, thinking that would be
much more comfortable than crouching, which Stella was doing.  She was
thankful for the welcome mat.

   A half-hard cock thrust through the hole.  Apparently imagining what was
going to happen was enough to get whoever it was at least partly aroused.
Valerie wrapped her hand around it.  She couldn't believe she was about to
suck a stranger's cock.  He wouldn't know who was doing it, but word would
get out about what happened today.  No one would know who sucked plastic or
the real thing, though.

   She took the cock into her mouth, letting go of it.  It started growing
almost immediately.  She slid her lips along it and swirled her tongue
against the underside.  In less than a minute it was rock hard, and long
enough to tickle the back of her throat.

   Of course the boys might recognize them by their voices.  Nikki, she
realized, had called her by name, just before she had knelt down.  The boy
probably knew who it was.  If they didn't know her, they knew it was
someone named Valerie.  And she had no idea whose cock it was.

   "Remember to imagine your partner can see you," Nikki said to everyone.
"Half naked, with their cock in your mouth.  Such an erotic sight.  Put on
a show, for them, and for your classmates."

   Valerie looked over at her.  Karen was waiting to talk to her, though,
distracting Nikki's attention.  Like most of the girls in class, Valerie
valued the teacher's approval, but she didn't have a crush on the teacher
like Karen seemed to.  She turned her attention to the cock in front of
her, letting her imagination take her away.  What if he could see her?  She
looked up at the imaginary boy, and when that didn't work for her, she
pretended there was a camera and he could see everything she did, even
though she couldn't see him.  She took him in as far as she could go, until
she gagged on him, and then made the most of the sounds she naturally made.
She alternated that with sliding her mouth up and down his cock fast,
occasionally mixing in a gentle twisting motion from her hand.  Her free
hand cupped one of her large breasts and lifted it.  She played with the
nipple.  She mimed sliding her hand between her legs.  She started
breathing harder, as if aroused.  The more she pretended to be aroused, the
more she actually was.

   "Oh, you're doing so good." Nikki had crouched next to her.  "This is
amazing.  Everyone watch Valerie."

   Her cheeks turned red, and she lost the rhythm as the girls crowded
around her.  And again, the teacher had used her name.  Did the boy know
her?  She had no way of knowing.

   "Keep going," Nikki said.  "Imagine it's whoever you want it to be."

   Oh.  Alan Connors, she supposed.  He was the hottest guy in her
Chemistry class, and she'd been too shy to ask him to be her lab partner.
She shut out the rest of the room and focused on business.  The cock in her
mouth twitched.  It was so hard, so big.  She let it fill her mouth.  Could
she make it cum?  She wanted to show off to everyone how skilled she was.
It didn't seem fair, though, unless Dr.  Love had more boys lined up. 
Maybe he'd be able to get hard again, but maybe he couldn't.

   She heard a sound, and her eyes shot towards Nikki again.  Nikki was
pointing a camera at her.  She'd given consent to be recorded for
educational purposes, but not to have her picture shown outside of class.
She supposed it was okay.  The release form a lot of the girls had signed
last class would mean Nikki could put pictures of them doing anything up on
the big screen for everyone in school to see.

   She was pretty sure none of them had thought that the very next class
they might be filmed giving head.  She tasted pre-cum, and she focused
again.  She felt the arousal build between her legs, and knew she was
soaking her panties.

   The cock swelled in her mouth.  Whoever it was, he was close.  Just a
little more and he'd shoot down her throat.  Valerie redoubled her efforts,
adding her hand, trying to make him to cum.

   "That's enough for now, ladies.  Leave some for the next person." Nikki
put a hand on Valerie's shoulder, as if to say, "This means you."
Reluctantly, Valerie let go and pulled back.  The cock was slick with her
drool.  He was almost there.  She heard a frustrated groan from inside the
booth.

   Then she smiled.  She had power, even if the teacher wasn't letting her
use it.  That close, any man would be frantic to finish.  She returned to
her seat.

   "Good job, ladies, all of you.  I'm going to put a picture of Valerie up
on the big screen, because I think you can learn from it.  That was a porn
star quality blowjob, Valerie!  Now the next girls are..."

   Valerie sat, thinking about what she had just done.  Well, I didn't come
here to be a blushing virgin.  It was going to be pretty weird to sit and
have people look at a picture of her with a cock in her mouth, though. 
Better than when they were all crowded around.  Actually, they'd probably
mostly look at the other girls doing it live, anyway.  What was a picture
supposed to accomplish?

   The girls all picked a side, and went to work.  Except Karen, who went
up to the front of the class.  Nikki strapped-on the dildo that was on the
desk, and Karen knelt in front of her.  There wasn't a welcome mat there,
just the hard floor, but Karen didn't seem to mind.  While Karen took the
strap-on into her mouth, Nikki leaned over and pushed a button on her
laptop.

   Nikki hadn't "taken a picture" -"she had full motion video.  And yeah,
Valerie did look like a porn star giving head.  Maybe not your typical
skinny porn star, but it was a good angle, showing off her breasts and the
side of her face without showing much more.  My best features.  Well, my
best features, with a cock in my mouth.

   Wow, I look like I really wanted it.  I did, didn't I?  I give great
head.  She grinned, turned on by how hot she looked.  It didn't seem so bad
that the guy knew her name, now.  Guys would talk; that's how they were. 
And they'd compare.  Looking at the screen, she was sure she would get a
great review.

   Rachida nudged her.  "I think Dr.  Love is trying to get your
attention," she whispered.

   "Oh!" Sure enough, Nikki was pointing to her, and then to the camera on
her desk.  Hmm?  Oh.

   Valerie got up.  Walking around topless in front of the other girls
wasn't a big deal anymore.  She picked up the camera and started filming
Karen sucking on Nikki's plastic cock.  Clearly, Karen was doing her best,
as her eyes bulged, gagging on it.  Her technique wasn't the same as
Valerie's, but it was impressive in her own way, as she tried to take the
whole nine-inch dildo in her mouth, broke off gasping, and then tried again
even harder.

   That's so hot.  Valerie got even more turned on watching.

   She'd seen Karen's perky tits on the big screen.  Karen had signed the
waiver.  Nikki could do whatever she wanted with the footage.  It made
Valerie feel a little guilty, and she wondered if she should take video of
someone else, although she had already gotten plenty of Karen.  She moved,
and started filming Melissa instead, who had not been on the big screen and
was sucking a thick cock.  As she did, she glanced around.  A few of the
girls were watching the video, but most of them were watching the other
girls at the booths.

   I never thought I'd be in class where the way to be inconspicuous is to
suck on a purple plastic dildo attached to a wall.

   "We're ready for the last group," Nikki said.  She had her fist full of
Karen's hair as she read off the names of the last few girls.  They all
headed for the real-live cocks, even shy Abigail.

   Karen looked up at Nikki, and Nikki told her, "You're not going
anywhere."

   Karen nodded by bobbing up and down on the teacher's strap-on.

   Valerie handed the camera to Rachida and let her take pictures for a
while.  Valerie was horny.  She looked around to see if anyone was watching
her, and saw that Stella had her shorts unbuttoned and was rubbing herself
furiously.

   Well, then.  Valerie lifted her skirt, pulled aside her panties, and
started rubbing her clit.  It had never been hard for her to come, and she
quickly got some release.  She had to bite her lip to stop from crying out.
Usually, if she kept going, she could get a bigger one.  She was tempted.
Her fingers kept moving in the way her pussy wanted.  But she wasn't sure
she could stay quiet if all that had built up inside her came out at once.
Gonna go straight to my dorm room after this.

   She leaned back and closed her eyes.  Watching herself was making her
horny.  Watching Karen was making her horny.  Watching the other girls suck
cock was making her horny.  She didn't want to be as frustrated as she'd
left that guy all the way back to her dorm room.

   "Valerie, can I talk to you?" said Nikki.

   Valerie opened her eyes.  Nikki was at her desk, fully dressed again. 
The class was filing out, and the other girls had their tops back on.  She
jolted herself upright.  Did I fall asleep?  Uh-oh, am I in trouble?

   Valerie walked up, fastening her bra as she went.

   "You were so good at that," Nikki said.  "And you obviously really like
giving blowjobs."

   Valerie nodded.  "I guess I do," she said.

   "You were really showing off."

   "I guess I was."

   "You guess?"

   "Yes, I was showing off.  That's good, right?"

   Nikki smiled.  "Very good.  I noticed you didn't sign a waiver, last
week."

   "I  -" well, I'm kinda shy about my body.  I'm not, well, you know, a
lot of the other girls look so good, and I'm a bit ..."

   "Sexy.  Curvy.  Hot."

   "Those weren't the words I was going to use," said Valerie.  Overweight.
Thick.  Fat.

   "Anyone who sees you giving a blowjob will want one too.  Even me, and I
don't even have a dick.  Well, except for this one." Nikki lifted the dildo
off the table.  "And no, that wasn't an offer.  It wouldn't be appropriate
for me to do something like that with my students, outside of class."

   Not entirely sure it's appropriate inside of class, either, although I
suppose you could claim it was educational.  "What are you trying to say?"

   "I'm saying you are a gorgeous, sexy, beautiful woman, and you have
nothing to hide.  I think you should let me show that video with the
school."

   "I couldn't."

   "I think you could.  I'm sure you have no trouble getting men to pay
attention to you, but it pays to advertise, and you'll have boys lining up
for you if they see what you're capable of.  You'll be the Labelle of the
ball."

   Valerie groaned.  "That was a very bad pun."

   "It was better than the one about being big on campus," said Nikki.

   "You mean on the screen."

   "Yes.  I mean on the screen."

   Valerie thought about it.  She heard a noise.  People were filing in for
the next class, and she was still just in her bra.  She looked at the
screen.  It was blank, at least.

   Valerie shrugged.  Oh well.  Some of the other girls had been walking
around campus with less, including Flora, who she had at first thought was
a bit stuffy.  "Are you going to bribe me with a grade?"

   "No.  I'm not.  I'm just going to say you look awesome giving head, and
that it's a shame not to share." Nikki put her hand on the mouse and looked
at Valerie.  "We're going to have to clear out.  Shall I, or not?"

   "Do it," said Valerie, having second, third, and fourth thoughts in the
time it took her to say it.

   "Done," said Nikki, pressing a button.  "I knew you were a natural slut.
You don't need a grade bribe.  You're going to do great."

   Valerie smiled nervously and turned.  Most everyone was staring at her,
although a few people were looking at Nikki.  She's gorgeous, and more
people are looking at me.  Let them stare.

   She went back to her desk and got her backpack, aware that people got an
even better view of her tits when she bent over like that.  She did it
again to get her shirt.  They can see everything anyway, might as well go
for good presentation.  She held their attention all the way outside of
class.  The usual crowd that watched the "sluts" leave class had
dissipated, as most of the girls were long gone, so she put her top back on
in an almost empty hall.

   Then she went outside, and looked across the quad at the big screen,
made small by distance.  She could see it was showing her.  She wasn't
quite brave enough to head that way, but it turned her on to see that there
was a crowd watching her.  She kept watching until her video gave way to
one of Karen, sucking on Dr.  Love's big purple strap-on, and then headed
toward her dorm.

   Her attempt to be less horny until she was there had failed
spectacularly.  Her panties were wet against her pussy.  She hurried as
fast as she could go.  She enjoyed male attention, but right now she needed
her vibrator.

   Then, when I'm nice and satisfied, I'll see if she's right about it
paying to advertise.