On the Question of Power

This is my first foray into something with a darker edge. It touches on themes of male dominance/female submission. It is entirely a work of fiction.

Chapter 1

College junior Callie Salerno was going to fuck Professor Alexander Graves. It was just a matter of time.

She had the looks to do it, the sex appeal. And she always had.

As a freshman, Callie had played the role of wide-eyed ingenue to perfection in order to pull the college's beloved starting quarterback during his fraternity party early in the fall term. Sure it was a Division III near-Ivy League school, but college football royalty was still royalty regardless of institution. She knew slutty chicks in barely anything would be throwing themselves at him all night, so Callie instead had tossed her long hair into a low ponytail paired with a peasant blouse and skinny jeans, the quintessential look of the cute girl-next-door unsure of her place at her first college party. The senior quarterback saw her innocent appeal across the room and was immediately hooked. When later that night in his room she expertly convinced him that he was the first boy ever to touch her tits, even through her blouse, he nearly came in his pants from the mental stimulation of his supposed conquest. Callie had strung him along for nearly three months until she eventually 'gave it up' to him on their final date, after getting him to spend a fortune courting her. That she had been banging his back-up and two of his receivers -- sometimes all at once -- behind his back over that same time wasn't for him to worry about. Callie loved sex and she didn't owe anyone a single fucking explanation or apology. Particularly not a guy.

Professor Graves was a mystery, however. He was fairly new to the college and on the young side for full-time faculty. Maybe late 20s or very early 30s? He wasn't tall, dark, and handsome; yes, he had a full head of dark wavy hair, but he couldn't have been more than 5'9" and wore the geeky academic look down to a tee: he was always cleanly shaven, and every day he wore khakis along with a white button-down under a tweed blazer that had honest-to-God leather elbow patches. In a crowd Graves never would have caught Callie's eye.

But Callie was obsessed with Graves ever since the first lecture in his course 'Authoritarianism and the Absent Mind.' He had begun that first class not with administrative nonsense like taking attendance, but rather by displaying a single quote:

"Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power." -- Oscar Wilde

Then he flipped to another:

"Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac." -- Henry Kissinger

And then a third:

"Power is not a means; it is an end. ... The object of power is power." -- George Orwell

Without even realizing it, Callie's eyes had flown to Graves's face. She felt like he was speaking directly to her, though his own eyes were scanning the entire class. Callie was breathing heavily; these declarations about power -- and the way Graves had intoned them -- had been a lightning bolt to her soul.

From that moment onward Callie hung on Graves's every word. At one point in the first week of lectures he proposed that "authoritarianism does not derive from a need to compensate for having a small dick, but rather, from wanting to get back at those who still do not respect you even when you have already proven that you have a big dick." While the rest of the class had tittered at the professor's coarse language, Callie had flooded her panties.

Power -- true power -- was what Callie Salerno wished to experience more than anything. The only child of successful lawyers, every luxury in life had been provided already to her at birth. When she matured and became unarguably beautiful, boys desired her wildly without her having to put out the slightest effort. If she wanted cock she merely needed to meet a guy's eyes across a room. Girls desperately wanted her friendship and often more. Callie gave only what she wanted to give to anybody and everybody. Her life was nonstop play, but deep down she knew something important was missing.

So... this otherwise average man with his giant words, his passion for exploring power -- Callie was hooked. She was sure that Graves could teach her what real power looked like. Not the lazy kind where she had a boy kneeling gratefully under her desk, lapping hungrily at her pussy while she half-heartedly studied for her Chem test, but rather real, true power.

She knew she needed to find a way to get close to Graves. Callie had never seduced a professor before, but she had played with one of her TAs sophomore year. He had been a shy nerd and grateful that someone as hot as Callie seemed to want him. She dropped him after a few weeks of fun, as Callie headed off to her next temporary thrill, but the boy still pined for her almost a year after their fling ended. She was sure she could pull Graves just as easily.

By the fourth week of the term Callie was coming to class dressed down-to-fuck. Her blouses were low-cut and midriff-baring, her olive-tinted skin on display. Huge tits that overflowed the one-size-too-small bra she used to tease were offered up as scenery. Her skirts were short, though not tight, so she could sit in the higher rows of the tiered lecture hall and flash her thong-covered pussy at Graves should she want to. Her chunky platforms allowed her face to appear relaxed while her legs screamed sexy as sin. The guys in class were rock hard and the girls were riddled with envy, not that Callie noticed anyone but Graves.

As class ended for the week, Callie approached him at his lectern. She had prepared a question about the current reading assignment, and Callie made sure she was the last student in the room before she engaged him. She knew that, once she started her seduction, Graves would be putty in her hands, and so she wanted room to work. "Um, Professor?" Callie began, feigning innocence.

Graves was gathering his laptop and other materials into his briefcase. He looked up, then over at Callie. "Yes?"

Callie smirked internally, knowing what was coming next. Graves's eyes would go wide at her appearance: the smokeshow face and body, the overflowing tits, the long tan legs. He would stutter and try to look relaxed, would try to blow off having checked her out and drooling at what he saw. 'Boys are so easy,' Callie thought.

Except... none of that happened. Graves didn't fawn, stutter, or drool. If anything he appeared annoyed that Callie was slowing him down from getting wherever he was going next. "Yes?" he prodded again. "Can I help you, Ms....?"

"Salerno," Callie provided, momentarily caught off guard, "Callie Salerno." She recovered quickly, pulling the reading assignment out of her binder. She bit her bottom lip to get his attention on her mouth. "I was looking at this and wondered if there were any accompanying texts you would recommend. I'm really interested in..." Callie paused, working up to her moment, "female empowerment specific to academic settings." The tone of her voice and the look on her face would have made it clear to anyone that this was the perfect moment for Graves to give her a lesson in female empowerment... or female submission... or really anything Graves wanted to teach her at all.

Graves stepped toward Callie without a word. Callie, ready for his touch, leaned into him subtly. Graves leaned in as well... but only to pull the assignment packet out of her hand. Then he flipped to the back page, pointing at the list of additional reading material he had already included when he first made the assignment. The title he was pointing at was long, but Callie could see it began with, 'Empowering women in academia: navigating institutional policies, gender roles, and...' Graves's accompanying tone was one of mild frustration. "Next time, Ms. Salerno, try to read the entire assignment before wasting your professor's time." He handed her back the papers, then finished gathering his briefcase, before turning and leaving the room without so much as a second look at Callie.

As the door closed loudly behind him, Callie remained frozen in place in the empty classroom. Her plan hadn't worked. Graves wasn't drooling all over her tits right now. He hadn't popped the boner he should have been discreetly trying not to let her see. Callie's opening volley -- the question she had prepared seconds before class ended -- hadn't opened the door to Graves falling under her thrall. He had dismissed her question, made her look stupid. No... Graves had caught her being stupid, and instead of ignoring it in light of all of her hotness, he had given it no more than a passing glance before blowing her off entirely.

Callie felt her blood begin to boil. Graves had made a serious mistake in deciding he could just dismiss Callie Salerno without a second thought. The first skirmish had not gone Callie's way, but nobody said 'no' to her for long.

Chapter 2

Two weeks had passed since Callie's miscue with Graves, during which time he continued to ignore her. Actually, that wasn't exactly true; instead, he continued to treat Callie like she was just another student. Someone completely unremarkable. She answered questions in lecture -- even engaged him with others during office hours -- yet nothing she said or did seemed to impress him. The sting of this finally drove Callie to take extreme measures.

As class ended for the day and the lecture hall emptied, Callie went to her knees, crawling around on all fours as if searching for something she had dropped. Callie had positioned herself so that when Graves turned to scan the lecture hall for anything or anyone left behind, he would be looking straight up Callie's skirt at her thong-clad ass. She heard movement directly behind her and knew she had caught his attention.

"Is there a problem, Ms...?" Graves asked, his tone clipped.

"Salerno," Callie reminded him, turning her head to look back at him while remaining on all fours. "I dropped something important and I can't leave here without it." Keeping her ass pointed at Graves, she resumed looking for this 'important' item.

Callie heard Graves take a long, deep breath. Maybe he was once again irritated with her shabby attempts to catch his eye, or maybe he had finally accepted that she was too hot to ignore. Callie was prepared for either reaction. What she wasn't prepared for was to feel her skirt being pushed up so that it hung loosely around her waist like a belt. Callie froze, her eyes going wide and her breath halting entirely. Her professor had bared her ass, her black thong now on full display.

And then she felt his fingers curl into the sides of her thong and begin pulling it down. Callie gasped out loud... but made no move to stop him. The wet thong began slowly rolling down, clearing her hips before she felt it pass midway down her ass. It continued its descent, releasing its grip on her ass and moist slit at the same time. Suddenly Callie felt the cool air of the lecture hall directly on both her bare asshole and cunt, reminding her that her skirt was hanging uselessly around her waist, her thong now stretched tight at the bottom of her thighs. She was for all intents and purposes completely bottomless while on her hands and knees in the third row of a public lecture hall. And at that moment the professor who had made her that way took his hand and cupped her bare pussy from behind.

Callie knew she should scream. She immediately understood that Graves had crossed an unforgivable line, not just because he was her professor but because she had never agreed to this. Her mouth opened... but no sound came out. Maybe it was the errant thought in her mind that she had instigated this, or maybe it was the fact she was gushing onto his hand, so much so that she could feel the rivers flowing down the insides of her thighs. Maybe it was fear, or maybe it was desire. Whatever the cause, instead of fighting him off, Callie found herself pushing her hips back against Graves's hand while she tried to stretch her legs as wide as the thong binding her knees together would allow. "Ohhhhhh..." she moaned.

Graves flexed his fingers once, then paused. Callie writhed in response. "My hand feels good here, doesn't it, Ms. Salerno?"

"Yes... Professor," she spat out, twisting her hips again as she tried to create more friction.

"You need a good dicking, don't you?" he pushed on. He flexed his fingers again, the tip of his middle finger pushing hard against her clit.

Callie moaned loudly. "Yes.... yes..."

Graves worked his thumb into her cunt. Though the digit was short, it was wide, and Callie nearly screamed at the unexpected intrusion. He bent his thumb at the top knuckle and Callie's vision began turning white. "Are you getting close, Ms. Salerno?"

"Yes... fuck, yes... oh, please..." Callie babbled as she felt the wave approach.

However, as soon as Callie acknowledged it, Graves withdrew his thumb, removing his hand entirely from her soaking wet vulva. Callie's cries of anticipated pleasure -- of the orgasmic explosion she had known to be only seconds away -- became screams of frustration. "NO!! NO, you can't leave me like this!!!" She tried pushing her ass back further in the hopes of finding his hand again but there was nothing but air.

"Please?" Callie pleaded, desperate, still kneeling on the ground and wiggling her bare ass towards Graves. "Please, I'll do anything!" She had never been edged like this before, and certainly had never begged for more and been denied. Of course some boys had failed to get the job done from time to time over the years, but none had ever done so intentionally just to leave her hanging over the precipice as she was now. She wanted to scream at the injustice of it all before Graves spoke out, silencing her pleas.

"You are not to finish this for yourself, Ms. Salerno." Then Callie felt Graves get hold of her thong again, working it further down, past her knees, and eventually over her shoes and off her feet. She was too stunned at everything that had happened to offer even a token resistance, or even to decide if she had wanted to resist him at all. "I'm going to be keeping this for a bit," Graves mentioned casually, as though his decision to confiscate her thong should be of little consequence to either of them. "I'll consider it as your submission from today's class."

Graves spoke again, but from further away. It appeared he was returning to gathering up his briefcase. Callie was trapped between sexual frustration and general shock. "Off your knees, Ms. Salerno. Time to head to your next class."

Callie stood slowly, finally allowing her skirt to drop and cover her again. She turned to Graves, her eyes wide, her breathing uneven. He looked exactly as calm and controlled as he did when he had dismissed the rest of her class at the end of lecture, as though nothing inappropriate had just transpired between him and his student in the past several minutes.

She watched him grab a couple tissues to wipe down his hand before dropping her thong into his briefcase as he closed it up. "I'll bring these to class tomorrow," Graves informed her, "you will get them back at the end of lecture. You are not to wear any other panties until that time."

Callie could barely breathe. Graves was daring to dictate when she would be allowed to cover her own pussy. He wasn't just attempting to require that she would traverse the campus the rest of the day with nothing below her skirt. He was also enforcing that she go without panties both that evening while at home and the next morning when she got ready for school.

And then Graves went on. "Further, during this time that your pussy is bare, you are not to attempt to find yourself relief. Do you understand, Ms. Salerno?"

Even worse... now he was trying to deny her the right to get herself off. How dare he?! Callie loved playing with her pussy! For Graves to think he had the right to stop her...? She was Callie fucking Salerno!! She knew this was the line, the twisted level of authority she could never allow him to have over her.

But as Callie went to speak, her attempt to reclaim agency died suddenly in her throat. Her head had lowered before she realized she had done it. "Yes, Professor, I understand," she confirmed slowly in a voice she barely recognized. "My pussy will remain bare until you return my panties. I will remain wanting until then." Callie hardly knew the words she had said, but she accepted with absolute certainty that they were the truth.

As soon as Callie had finished acknowledging his command, Graves grabbed his briefcase and left the lecture hall without another word to her. Once again, Callie had been dismissed. This time she was bare below her skirt and dripping copiously down her thighs as Graves walked away.

The rest of Callie's day was a disaster. Not only did the wind whip around her as she walked through campus -- continually threatening to lift her skirt and expose her bare pussy to the entire college -- but its caress along her bare slit and asshole left her agonizingly in a state of constant arousal. Callie could hardly meet the eyes of acquaintances she encountered along the way, and while most people discounted this as her typical display of superiority, there were some who noticed how desperate she was to keep her skirt down as well as the unfocused glaze in her eyes. Some wondered if she'd just been fucked.

They couldn't possibly know how right they were: Callie was well and truly fucked. She could barely think straight while sitting in the last row of the lecture hall in her history class, tenuously keeping her knees together to stop her thousand-year-old lecherous European History teacher, Professor Larramee, from getting the beaver shot he so desperately wanted from her. Callie was having trouble focusing, and halfway through class, as she saw Larramee's decrepit face go wide in a huge, disgusting smile while looking right at her, she realized she had let her legs relax for a second. Callie slammed her thighs shut, but by then it was too late; Larramee had finally gotten that beaver shot from her after all.

By late evening Callie was an absolute wreck, making zero headway on her piles of homework even after hours of staring at her books. She finally gave in and started preparing for bed, brushing her teeth and lotioning her skin. She took out fresh pajamas, then stared at them nervously. Callie typically slept in one of a dozen cute camisole-and-boy-short sets. Each top hugged her chest tightly, and she loved squeezing her huge melons through the silk while moving the seam of the shorts to the side and teasing her clit until orgasm. Except tonight...

Callie decided the boy shorts were effectively panties, and, as such, she left them off entirely in accordance with Graves's edict. This left her naked from the waist down, which caused her satin sheets to rub her bare pussy directly as she tried to get comfortable while lying on her stomach. Needing relief, she shrugged off her sheets entirely, pushing herself up, once again bottomless on her hands and knees as she'd been with Graves in the lecture hall earlier. She thrust her bare ass back, the cool air of her room brushing over her most intimate regions. Tonight, Callie felt the camisole was restraining her breasts too tightly, so she ripped it off. Her large tits dangled below her as she remained nude on all fours, her nipples rock hard and lightly scraping against the bed. She spread her knees wide in the way she couldn't earlier when Graves had positioned her thong to trap them together. Callie shifted all of her weight onto one elbow, then reached her other hand back to stroke her clit.

She closed her eyes and began to rub, circling her pleasure spot in exactly the way only she understood. Her breath became choppy and her body began to respond. She would finally put out the fire Graves had started between her legs at the end of class. For visual aid, she tried fantasizing about the cute boy she had sexually destroyed at a dorm party two weeks ago... but tonight, no matter what she tried, only one face crossed her mind.

As she pinched and circled her clit, she pictured her door opening right then and Graves walking through it. He would stop and cross his tweed-covered arms across his chest as he watched her playing with herself naked, her big tits dangling like cow udders. He wouldn't be angry; instead, he would shrug, mildly disappointed and vaguely disinterested, then walk back out. At this last thought Callie yanked her fingers away from her clit, yelling out, "NO!!" Though she was painfully close to orgasm and left frustrated once again, she knew that this wasn't the cause of her scream. Rather, her cry was from an overwhelming fear that Graves's dismissal would be permanent... from the surprisingly powerful belief that Graves would see it in her face in class if she had disobeyed him and given herself relief. Callie needed Graves; she knew that now. If she disobeyed... he would write her off entirely.

Her naked body fell flat as Callie slumped back down to the bed, her nipples painfully tightened and her knees still spread. Her forehead was streaked with perspiration as she found herself on the precipice once again. She attempted to sleep in hopes of escape from the torture. After ten minutes of tossing, Callie reached down to touch herself again, gently dipping a finger into her cunt... but within five seconds she had yanked it out as if burned. She couldn't... she wouldn't... she had been told she wasn't allowed. But then she would wait a few more minutes and touch herself again, only to berate herself for doing so just a few seconds later.

Callie edged herself off and on for the next several hours, the pain of her denied orgasms getting incrementally more intense as the night went on. By the time her exhausted body finally gave out and let her sleep, there were only a couple hours left before her alarm woke her rudely to begin a new day. As she rolled over to shut it off -- angry at the sun for creeping around the edges of her heavy curtains -- she could swear she saw Graves standing at her door, looking down at her impassively. Of course he had not actually been there, and when she swung her nude body out of bed to look again she found herself alone.

Callie moved sluggishly as her class filed into Graves's lecture hall. As always the man himself stood in the front of the room, chatting casually with students as he waited for the room to settle. Once he began lecturing, Callie sat back, pulling up her skirt so her legs spread naturally, chilled by the air on her bare cunt. She watched him work the room with his eyes, gesturing as he moved between engaging the students and putting up notes on the board for them to copy. Callie kept trying to follow the conversation but in reality her attention was focused entirely on identifying the moment that Graves would recognize that Callie was following his orders.

However, by the end of class, Callie had to admit that if Graves had ever noticed her bare pussy facing him from under her skirt, the sight of it hadn't gotten him to pause even for a second. Though he had met her eyes on several occasions, he hadn't smirked once or otherwise indicated that anything was amiss. When he dismissed the students moments later, Callie had to slam her legs shut once again as her classmates in the lower rows began turning around as they rose to leave.

Callie pretended to be writing some last few notes down as the room emptied. When she finally felt the rest of her classmates had gone, she looked up to meet Graves's eyes.

Except the front of the room was empty, with Graves's briefcase missing. The man had already left. Her heart exploded in her chest as she imagined having to spend another day without panties. But then she looked down at her bag, carefully tucked under her table by her feet. Sitting just inside the lip at the very top of the bag was the black thong Graves had confiscated the previous day.

Callie immediately felt the blow to her already crumbling ego. While this moment of anticipated confrontation had been at the center of Callie's thoughts for nearly 24 hours, it seemed that it couldn't have mattered less to Graves. Somehow he had returned her panties, then left without bothering to wait for her reaction. With the thong in her possession again she was now allowed not only to cover up but also to give herself sexual relief. By returning her panties as he did, Graves made it clear to Callie that he couldn't have cared less what she chose to do with her newly returned freedom. It seemed that while Callie may have been a cute diversion for Graves yesterday, today she was no longer interesting.

She slipped the panties back up her legs -- the dried residue from yesterday's excitement pressed against her -- then laid her head down on her desk. The silence of the empty lecture hall echoed loudly in her ears.

Chapter 3

Over the next couple weeks, Callie attempted to return to her regular form of always being in control. She pulled some other girl's long-term boyfriend at a weekend frat party, getting him to eat her out in a back room while his clueless girlfriend was in the bathroom holding another girl's hair back while that person puked. Callie lay out in the campus quad in a tiny bikini top and daisy dukes, catching the eyes of dozens of guys and being so distracting that a boy on a bicycle rode directly into a light post, nearly knocking himself unconscious.

But then Callie would find herself near Graves... and she would become small again. She raised her hand in lecture but only to answer the most basic questions. She attended two of his office hours during those weeks, but while the other students there asked insightful questions and even got Graves to joke around with them, Callie sat nearly silent, pretending to take notes while doing little more than occupying space.

It wasn't that Callie's mind went completely blank when Graves was around; it was just that when she saw him she was torn in two main ways. Part of her wanted to tell him to go to hell... but a much, much bigger part of her wanted him to pull off her panties without asking and then make her beg for relief. That part of her wanted him to forcefully strip her panties off her even during class in their crowded lecture hall... even during a busy office hour... anytime she saw him. Wanted him to make her bare her pussy to the world and then have him just walk away, twirling her thong around his finger carelessly as he went.

The thought never seemed to leave her head. It was driving her crazy.

Late one afternoon Callie couldn't take it anymore. She had been woolgathering during her creative writing seminar. Her teacher, Dr. Ameson, had sprung on the class one of her frequent 'Let's do ten minutes of stream of consciousness writing... and go!' class assignments. Callie stared off into space with nothing to say for the first seven minutes... until she let herself remember the way the air in the lecture hall caressed her bare pussy and asshole after Graves pulled down her thong. With that image in her mind the words began to flow, though in truth they were all the same general message over and over again: 'He strips me bare... he puts me in my place... he owns my body, my soul, my spirit... he breaks me down...' When Ameson called time, the professor gushed over Callie's paper, delighted in a way that only hippie creative writing teachers can get when they spot New Age prose they consider avant-garde. Callie fake-smiled as Ameson continued complimenting her work until the class was dismissed.

Callie was out the door in seconds and on her way to Graves's office. It was nearly 5:00 at that point and she had no reason to suspect he might be there... but she had to try. She found herself in front of his door, tucked away in the back corner of the fifth floor of the Social Sciences building. She knocked hesitantly.

As Graves opened the door he offered little reaction to seeing her. "Office hours are long over for the day, Ms. Salerno. Come back tomorrow at the appropriate time." He began to close the door in her face, but Callie put her hand out to stop its momentum.

"I need to see you... Professor," she informed him, attempting to keep her voice even. "I'm sorry, but I need to see you... now."

Graves looked her over again, then stepped aside to let her pass. Once Callie crossed the threshold, he finished closing the door behind her. "And what is so important that you need to see me... now?" Graves asked, his back to Callie as he headed to his desk. He took his seat and began reviewing something on his laptop.

Callie searched her memory for some topic -- any question -- that would justify her being there. "What you said today about... Magaloni's analysis on authoritarian institutions. It seemed counterintuitive to me; I thought autocrats would hate elections."

Graves looked up. "Yes, Ms. Salerno, that's a topic that can trip up students. But... we can go through it during tomorrow's office hour." He looked down again toward his work, once again attempting to dismiss her.

"But... I don't learn as well with other students around... Professor."

With that, Graves closed his laptop, folding his hands on top of it. "So, you're looking for private tutoring, then, Ms. Salerno?" Callie held back her moan but only just. "Except," Graves continued, "private tutors get compensated for their time." He looked at her face from across the room. "I would expect to be compensated generously, Ms. Salerno."

Callie's breath had stopped. The moment had come. "And what exactly do you want in the form of compensation, Professor?"

Graves raised an eyebrow. "Your clothes... off. All of them."

Callie gasped. She knew... well, she had wanted this... except, that was only fantasy, of course.... right? "You don't mean, Professor, like, right here and now, that I'd...?" She couldn't finish the thought.

Graves remained seated. "This is my time, Ms. Salerno. You are here asking for me to take my time and use it to teach you privately. So that's the rule: If you're here on my time, then you, Ms. Salerno, will be naked." He looked away, opening his laptop to return to whatever else he was doing, and began to type again.

Callie's eyes went wide. She thought of the door behind her. She could walk out of it right now, leave this man and his twisted game behind. She could report him to the school, both for this incident and for touching her previously. She could be free of him forever.

Instead, she stepped forward. "I... I accept your terms, Professor." With that Callie put her bag down and began lifting her blouse. She felt the chill as she bared first her stomach and then her bra, barely containing her D-cups. Finally the shirt went over her head and was dropped on the floor. Graves continued to type, seemingly unaffected.

Callie slipped off her sandals, then found the button to her mini-skirt. She undid it, unzipping the side zipper, and the skirt plummeted to the floor. She stood now in only a purple lace bra and matching thong. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as she waited for Graves to acknowledge her willingness to adhere to his crazy rule.

Graves looked up, raising an eyebrow. "And...?"

Even with the cool air all around her, Callie was sweating as she reached back for the bra's clasp. She quickly undid the three hooks, feeling the tension release as her big tits dropped slightly. The lace fell away, scraping her rock hard nipples as it went. She let the bra fall down her arms to join the growing pile of her clothes at her feet. She fully bared her breasts to Graves for five seconds before reaching up to cover her large tits with her hands.

Callie stood now in the middle of her professor's office in nothing but her purple thong, her eyes cast down as she tried to maintain some semblance of modesty. The amount of area the tiny garment covered was minuscule, yet Callie could not accept losing it as well. The irony that she had become desperate to maintain her panties -- which previously had been the single item she wanted Graves to take from her -- on her person was lost on her at that moment.

Graves looked up from his keyboard. He pressed his lips together in frustration. "You're wasting my time, Ms. Salerno." His voice was steady.

As Callie's hands released her bare tits, she tried to meet Graves's eyes. Those eyes didn't flare wide when she exposed her perfect breasts to his gaze. Instead those eyes went briefly to her thong, then back down to his keyboard as he began typing again. Callie reached to her waist, gripping the thong's sides and slowly beginning to roll it down.

As the thong reached her thighs Callie felt the air now touch her bare pussy and ass crack again. It was the feeling she had longed to recreate whenever she edged herself remembering that moment in the lecture hall weeks earlier. Being clean shaven meant she had nothing protecting her there. Callie could feel the wetness soaking the garment and presenting itself along the inside of her thighs. Eventually she let the thong go, and it dropped to her feet. She stepped out of it -- first her right foot, then her left -- and just like that... Callie Salerno stood 100% nude in Professor Graves's office.

"I don't like messes," he announced, looking up again, seemingly unfazed by her total nudity. "Put all the items in your bag. Shoes as well. After that we can get started."

Callie's heart was racing. She had stripped nude in a professor's office under his instructions. Now she was to gather her clothes and stuff them away. She wasn't even entitled to keep her shoes out. She bent over, her bare tits dangling low as she reached for the pile. For a moment she considered stopping this madness, putting everything back on, and leaving his office. Then the moment passed, and Callie stuffed all her garments into her bag and zipped it up, leaving her without a single accessible stitch.

She returned to stand nude in front of Graves's desk. He pointed at one of the chairs in front of her. "Take a seat, Ms. Salerno. Where's your notebook?"

Callie froze. She figured that once she was nude... something sexual would take place. Maybe Graves would spank her. Or make her bend over and show him everything.

Instead, it seemed Graves wanted... to discuss the Magaloni text Callie had claimed to be confused about when she first arrived. Callie scurried nude back to her bag and grabbed the first notebook and pen she could find, then scurried nude back to the chair, lowering herself into it carefully. The leather felt cold on her bare ass. Her mind raced while thinking of all the students over the years who must have sat in that very spot. They had worn shirts and jeans... sweatshirts and sweatpants... shorts, dresses, leggings, skirts... and anything else students might wear when meeting with their professor.

Callie's current predicament meant that one could now add 'absolutely nothing' to the list of things covering students while sitting in that chair. She felt the moisture begin to pool between her thighs.

"Magaloni's text focuses on the example of Mexico's PRI," Graves began, gesturing with his hands, "but of course it has been extended to so many other authoritarian regimes. The idea here is that by holding elections, the autocrat claims legitimacy in the eyes of..." Graves noticed that Callie had not written a single word down. "Ms. Salerno, are you listening to me?"

Callie only stared. Her professor had made her strip naked. Completely, 100% naked. He had made her put her clothes away, leaving her devoid of any chance to quickly cover up in the event of an emergency. He had provided himself a non-stop opportunity to stare at her bare tits and pussy without her being able to do anything about it. Yet, from the way that Graves was carrying on, you'd think none of that was the case -- that, instead, Callie was sitting comfortably covered while Graves lectured about autocrats and elections. He had made her strip down completely as the price for his time. Once she paid that price he had begun to tutor her on authoritarian institutions, just as Callie had requested.

She immediately started writing, crossing her legs and using her bare lap as a surface to lean her notebook on. And Graves went on about authoritarian elections.

It never stopped being surreal to Callie that she was sitting fully naked taking notes in Graves's office. She couldn't stop noticing the soft carpet under her bare feet, nor the firm support of the chair on her bare back. As her pen moved along the paper she could both feel and see her large tits shake slightly, her nipples permanently puckered. On more than one occasion she had to stand up and unstick herself from the leather seat as her vaginal secretions never stopped flowing. But not once did Graves pause his explanation to comment on or otherwise acknowledge Callie's nudity. He just kept going like everything was normal.

Including at the exact moment when there was a loud knock at Graves's door.

While Callie hadn't forgotten her exposure, she had allowed herself to forget there was a large world directly outside Graves's office. A world that should not be allowed to witness Callie Salerno sitting bare-ass naked in front of his desk. She began to rise to go for her clothing.

"No." Graves spoke quietly but firmly. "We're not done. You're still on my time." Then he rose from his desk as though to go open the door.

Callie's heart began to pound. She knew she should ignore him, that she should grab her clothes and cover up, saving herself and her reputation. But she couldn't move. "Please?" she begged him, desperation flooding her voice.

Graves paused briefly on his way to the door, annoyed. "Fine," he spat out, "go... hide under my desk." And then he continued walking toward the door.

Callie had no choice; she bolted out of the seat, taking her notebook with her. She made it under the desk -- a space thankfully facing toward the back of the office and away from the door -- pulling the chair in behind her, just as she heard Graves turn the knob and open the door. "Hey there," she heard him say pleasantly.

"Hey yourself," a woman's voice replied.

Callie heard Graves chuckle. "I thought we weren't getting together until later. This is a pleasant surprise." Callie was holding her breath, tucked nude into a ball. And then... "C'mon in," Graves offered to the woman. A second later Callie heard the door close. There was now a stranger in the office along with Graves while Callie huddled naked under his desk. Her heart raced.

"Alex, Alex, Alex," the woman intoned, a playful edge to her voice, "why does your office smell like pussy?" Callie's eyes went huge. She knew the woman was referring to the puddle Callie had left on the chair.

"Nobody important, I assure you, Pam."

"Good," the woman named Pam replied, "because mine is the only pussy you should be concerning yourself with... isn't it?" Callie heard Graves take a deep breath in as the other woman went on. "This beautiful dick in my hand... if it's gonna be in my cunt later then it better not be in someone else's cunt before then. Understand, lover?"

"Yes, Pam," she heard Graves agree, almost obsequiously. "I promise."

"That's a good boy," Pam remarked, and Graves sucked in another breath. "You get hard for me so nicely, don't you, Alex?" Then Callie heard the unmistakable sound of kissing, followed by the door opening again.

"I'll see you later, baby," Pam said, and then Callie heard the door close. Graves let out a large breath.

Callie waited ten seconds to make sure she could no longer hear the woman, then began to untuck herself from her hiding spot. "Stay where you are," Graves called out, and Callie knew that was meant for her. She remained frozen partially under the desk as Graves appeared in front of her.

Graves dropped himself into the desk chair. Leaning back Graves unzipped his fly, then slowly fished his hard cock out. Callie nearly screamed. It was big, though by far not the biggest she'd ever seen. The head was circumcised and already leaking precum from the piss slit. Then Graves fished his large balls out next, letting them drop. "Pam got me all worked up. Take care of it for me, won't you?" Graves pushed the chair forward, forcing Callie back under the desk.

Now she was trapped, face-to-face with Graves's hard, dripping cock. Callie wanted to bite it. Or scrape it with her nails. Or take her hands and squeeze his balls until he shrieked like a scared little boy.

Instead, Callie leaned forward on her knees, tucking her hair back and beginning to lick gently around the top of his cock, worshipping the crown with her tongue. She moaned as she explored him while Graves's breath hitched. She fondled his balls with one hand, the other hand stroking his shaft, twisting as she went up. And then she leaned forward and took his whole cock in her mouth.

Callie heard Graves suck in a large breath as she engulfed him, bobbing up and down as she went. His thick cock stretched her mouth wide as she let it get to the back of her throat before sliding it forward again. She continued playing with his balls with one hand while her other hand reached down to touch her bare pussy. The instant her finger brushed her clit she nearly exploded.

For the first time since her clothes began coming off, Callie allowed herself to acknowledge how insanely turned on she was by everything that had happened to her. Being required to strip... being expected to work normally while sitting bare naked in front of Graves's desk as he sat fully clothed, tutoring her... being trapped nude in a ball under the same desk, while listening to another woman boss Graves around and 'get him worked up.'

And now Callie was being forced to blow him under his desk, while he sat... wait, was he... typing again? As Callie's jaw began to tire she realized that, while she could still hear the occasional grunt or moan from Graves, the man must have started working again... while she was blowing him! Callie wanted to be enraged. He was... he was... multitasking?? During a Callie Salerno blowjob?!

Callie's anger manifested itself in her doubling down, sucking Graves with the force of a vacuum cleaner. She turned his balls into squeeze toys. And she fingered herself like her life depended on it.

She felt the wave begin to overtake her. The orgasm would be enormous, and she began to cry out in relief. However, as soon as Callie's lips separated, Graves blindly pulled his cock out of her mouth, grunted loudly, and exploded all over Callie's face and chest. Graves dumped rope after rope onto her closed eyelids, cheeks, and chin, into her open mouth, and all along her neck, collarbone, and tits. Callie sat, glazed and stunned, her own orgasm completely ruined by his unexpected dousing of her. Once the shock cleared, Callie used her hands to wipe the cum from her eyebrows and around her eyes before she tried to open them, her body hurting over what Graves had denied her... once again.

After a moment Graves reached under the desk without looking and began to tuck himself away carefully, his body completely clean as all of his release had covered Callie instead. Once he was reassembled Callie could hear him typing again. Five minutes later she was still trapped under his desk -- covered in his cum, her pussy still throbbing painfully -- as he continued working. He had yet to utter a single word to Callie since her blowjob had started.

"Um, Professor?" she finally called out, meekly.

Graves paused. He pulled back his chair, shaking his head as he looked under his desk. "I think I had forgotten you were down there, Ms. Salerno."

Callie's heart sank as Graves finally pushed the chair back. She worked to unfold herself, his cum having begun to dry all over her skin. By the time she was standing in front of him, she was shaking. Graves continued sitting, though he kept looking around her as if hoping to get back to his desk and his work.

"I think that's probably enough for this evening, yes?" he asked, as though they were still working through his notes on the Magaloni text. Callie just stared, speechless. "Um, Ms. Salerno? Would it be alright if we kept discussing authoritarian institutions another time? I really need to get some more work done before my evening plans."

Callie didn't respond, instead walking gingerly over to her bag, her legs still asleep from being tucked under her for so long. She began to pull out her clothing, item by item, as she recovered herself. Although she should have been feeling relieved as her exposure came to an end, everything felt unpleasant as she pulled it over her cum-covered skin.

Now fully clothed, she could once again hear Graves typing. Once she slipped her sandals back on, Callie grabbed her bag and headed for the door. His voice stopped her short. "Oh, and Ms. Salerno?"

Callie turned as Graves stopped typing, looking up at her. She wasn't sure what she wanted him to say. Maybe, 'That was fun,' or, 'Have a good night,' or even, 'Nice blowjob, thanks.'

But none of that happened. "Please leave the door open on your way out. See you in class tomorrow," Graves remarked, turning back to his laptop.

Callie felt the sledgehammer smack her directly in the chest. "See you tomorrow, Professor," she murmured -- broken, exhausted, and still covered in his dried cum -- as she opened his door and headed out to the rest of her evening.

Chapter 4

The class shuffled into the lecture hall the next day, Callie just one among the masses. She saw Graves leaning on the lectern in the front as usual. Although he engaged several other students in conversation, at this point in their interactions Callie knew better than to expect him to act differently toward her even after the events in his office the previous night.

When the lecture topic turned back to the nuances of Magaloni's text on Mexico's PRI, however, Callie sat up straighter. Although she had been understandably overwhelmed at the time by her total exposure, many of Graves's insights into authoritarian elections that Callie had scribbled down while fully nude across the desk from him had surprisingly stuck with her. When Graves discounted certain of Magaloni's theories, Callie raised her hand and offered several intelligent, insightful counterpoints. When Callie finished, Graves nodded at her responses, giving her a quiet, "Good," before moving on. Callie's classmates, unused to her being at the heart of class discussions, also nodded approvingly.

Even with her academic ego temporarily boosted, Callie felt uneasy looking at Graves. 'What new game are you playing now?' she wondered.

She worked up the courage to return to Graves's office a week later, though since it was during a scheduled office hour his 'compensation' rule for her was not in effect. That said, Callie found she couldn't sit in the same chair she had been in completely naked that night, and she wondered if Graves had ever made an effort to clean it or had just let her juices seep into the leather. As usual Graves treated her no differently than he did any other student, though when he asked her questions about the lecture material Callie found herself answering with more confidence than she had previously.

As they entered the last few weeks of the term, Callie began to feel itchy again. Her relationship with Graves -- if there was such a thing -- had become so normal as of late that had it not been for the memories of his previous dominance being burned permanently into her memory, she would have sworn she made them all up: Graves confiscating her thong in the lecture hall, Graves requiring her to study nude with him, Graves whipping out his hard cock and telling her to 'take care of it' while Callie knelt naked under his desk, and Graves covering her with his cum as she finished blowing him.

She had stopped edging herself to memories of what he'd done to her. She had stopped desperately wanting him to strip her down anytime she was near him.

And she hated every minute of this new... nothing.

Callie needed Graves to ruin her... before the term was over. To make her his naked slutty whore... ASAP. To parade her bare body for others to enjoy... this evening if at all possible. Callie needed to create another moment -- like the one in his office -- where Graves would turn Callie Salerno into nothing more than his naked toy. And she needed to do it before she went insane. She just needed the right opportunity.

Then one day Callie was in Graves's office hours with half a dozen other students when she caught sight of an envelope peeking out from some papers on Graves's desk. It was addressed to Dr. Alexander Graves, but not here at the college.

Callie was staring at Graves's home address. An idea began to form...

Around 9:00pm the Thursday night before finals week found Callie parked down the street from Graves's house. She knew he was home, having seen his lights on when she drove by about five minutes earlier. Callie had taken the moments since to psyche herself up. Finally ready to face whatever came next, she looked herself over in the rearview mirror, checking her make-up one last time. Then Callie swung the door open and stepped out, her heels landing on the sidewalk as she stood. If anyone saw her she was just a stunningly pretty young lady out for a walk in a short coat, belted at her waist.

What was under the coat... well that was only for Graves to be concerned about. Knowing that he had made the price for her staying at his office 'on his time' her being required to spend the time completely nude, she could only imagine what he would do to her for showing up at his home uninvited. And when she imagined it... everything tingled. Callie turned onto the walkway leading to Graves's house, her heels clicking quietly on the stonework. The front porch light was on but that didn't faze her as she undid her coat and draped it over her arm.

She looked down at her outfit. Her long hair was parted down the middle and put into two braided pigtails, one on each side of her face. A white button-down shirt, two sizes too small, sat completely unbuttoned, held together only by its two flaps looped together casually under her braless breasts. A plaid skirt flared wide, short enough to show off the very bottoms of her thong, this time in virginal white. Thigh-high white stockings completed the outfit.

Callie desperately wanted Graves to punish her like a naughty schoolgirl... so she had dressed the part. She stepped forward and rang the bell.

When Graves opened the door, he did not look pleased to see Callie. The annoyed look he usually got when she tried to unexpectedly catch him passed across his face. He still wore his white button-down and khakis from work, his sleeves now rolled up. He remained in the doorway, silent and unmoving.

"Good evening, Professor," Callie began, her face set in a little girl pout as she twirled one of her braids around her finger.

Then a deep voice called out, originating from somewhere over Graves's shoulder. "Dude, who the fuck is this?" Suddenly another person appeared in the doorway, a man roughly Graves's age but taller than him. The man wore a t-shirt and jeans and had a thin beard. "Hey there, sexy," he added, smiling as he looked her over.

Callie was frozen. Her heart raced; she had foolishly expected Graves to be home alone on a school night. This was so much worse than even having been trapped nude under Graves's desk when the woman Pam was in the office; at least Pam never saw Callie.

"Whoa!! Who's the jailbait?" a second new voice called out as another guy came up from behind Graves. This man was very cute, also dressed casually in a t-shirt and cargo pants. Then the new guy turned his head back, shouting into the house. "Seth, seriously, get off your ass. You gotta come see this!" And Callie heard yet a third guy moving toward the door.

Callie could feel her heart pounding. She had come here for Graves. But now she stood here in front of Graves... and at least three of his friends. Three unexpected and unknown guys drooling over and smirking about the hot chick standing in a slutty schoolgirl outfit on their buddy's front porch. And there were possibly more guys inside. For all she knew, Callie had interrupted an entire party of guys.

If a hole could've formed in the wood at her feet to suck her down into it, Callie would have said a prayer of thanks. And still Graves had neither moved nor spoken since opening the door. He just let her stand there taking it all in.

"Alex... did you get me a stripper for my birthday?" the guy named Seth suggested as he wedged his way in between his friends to gawk at Callie trapped under the porch light. "I mean, poker night with the guys is awesome, but this is next level, bro." Seth clapped Graves on the back.

Graves never looked away from Callie. "That's right, man," he finally replied to Seth though his eyes remained fixed on hers. "This is Silver. She's the entertainment for the night. Won't you come inside, Silver?" Graves held out his hand to her.

Callie knew she should turn and run. If she took off now back to her car, Graves would just let her go. He'd close the door and laugh it off with his buddies, making up some excuse for why the stripper had run off. And, Callie knew that Graves would never use this incident as an excuse to mess with her grade in his class.

But he would dismiss her, entirely. For good. Forever. If she walked away from his porch, right now, she was walking away from everything Graves might do. Everything that she dreamed of him doing to her. The choice was obvious.

Callie preened in front of the guys as she took Graves's hand. "Thank you, sir," she cooed at him, then turned to Seth as the guys parted to let her enter, their enthusiasm beginning to grow. "Are you the birthday boy?" Seth nodded as Callie reached out and palmed his groin. Seth's eyes went wide while the other guys went silent. "Although 'boy' may be the wrong word," Callie finished, stepping into the part as she gave him a squeeze. Seth groaned. Then Callie turned back to Graves, still trying to present confidence. "You look like the man in charge. Where should I get set up?"

Graves hung up Callie's coat in his entryway then silently guided her into the living room. Callie subtly looked around for any signs of even more revelers. Her breath calmed a little when it became clear there was no one else beyond Graves and the three guys she'd already seen. Callie observed the kitchen table where poker chips and cards lay abandoned after Graves announced that she was being offered up as much better entertainment. She placed her bag on the table, then tried to get mentally into the 'Silver' persona as one of the other guys turned to the birthday boy Seth. "Okay, new tradition then. Alex got you a stripper for your birthday. For my birthday, you get me a stripper. Then I'll get Ethan a stripper," he continued, gesturing to the fourth guy, "and then Ethan gets Alex a stripper for his birthday."

"Danny, you're an idiot," the cute one called Ethan responded, shaking his head. "Tonight is awesome because it's a fucking surprise. Knowing the stripper is coming would totally shit on that. Plus," he added, looking over at Callie, "there is no fucking way you're ever gonna find another stripper this hot."

Callie flashed Ethan a sultry grin, masking the inner turmoil raging inside her. She wanted to turn to Graves, although from experience she knew he would offer no opinion or advice. As had become the routine, Callie had arrived uninvited, offering herself for his use. Graves had then announced the price for his time, leaving it up to Callie to decide whether to pay it... or leave. And, as she had each time before, Callie had already made her decision to pay his price before ever hearing what it was. That tonight's price involved three additional guys was just bad timing.

Having accepted the course of events, Callie quickly used her phone to search for good stripping songs. 'Thank fuck for AI,' she thought. A few clicks later she had a three-song playlist cued up -- 10 to 11 minutes of music she could move and tease her way through -- to get her naked in front of Graves and his friends. By this time, the guys had moved Graves's couch out of the way, opening up the living room floor for 'Silver' to dance. They slid the four kitchen chairs over to form a makeshift audience, with Seth's chair front and center as the birthday boy. Ethan and Danny brought their beers over from the kitchen, taking two of the three seats in the back row. Graves, as the homeowner, went over to the light switch panel, raising some lights and lowering others, effectively framing a stage for Callie to perform on in front of the guys. Then he went and grabbed the remaining chair next to Danny and Ethan.

And then it was time. Oxytocin by Billie Eilish began to pour out of a Bluetooth speaker that Callie had connected her phone to. The beat was fast, rhythmic. The stage was currently empty, Callie having slipped into the dining room while the guys were finishing setting up. Then one of her stocking-covered legs popped into the light, her heel leading the way. Shortly thereafter she slid her whole self into view -- the track-lighting overhead making her look stark and powerful as the light bounced off the smattering of body glitter she had thrown on her chest at the last second. She was the ultimate naughty schoolgirl fantasy, the one who looked just young enough to feel forbidden. Callie twirled a braid as she put a finger in her mouth, sucking it gently, working to find her rhythm.

"Fuuuccckkk..." the one called Danny moaned. The birthday boy Seth, seated in front of his friends, reached out to grab her, but Callie shook a finger at him slowly, gesturing for him to sit on his hands instead to avoid temptation. Once Seth acquiesced, Callie ran her fingers down her skin between the sides of her unbuttoned blouse, slowly skipping over the loose knot holding it together, continuing lower until her fingers skimmed the top of her plaid skirt. Callie bit her lip as she let her fingers drift further down, the guys whistling as she did.

While the guys saw her dancing for Seth, Callie knew she was there solely for Graves. She glanced at him quickly. He sat with his arms crossed, sipping his beer, his expression still unreadable. Callie turned away, offering the guys a view of her ass as she bent over and spread her legs for them, her thong barely covering her vulva. She could hear Danny, Ethan, and Seth all going nuts, but she didn't hear a sound coming from Graves's direction. She was giving them all the same view she had offered Graves weeks earlier in the lecture hall when he confiscated her thong; was he bored now because he'd seen it all before?

Callie turned back, facing the guys again, this time sucking the tip of her thumb. She thrust her chest out slowly, and stroked her hands down the sides of her shirt, cupping herself and rubbing over her hard nipples imprinted on the cloth. Her eyes turned to Graves as she mouthed along with Billie Eilish, 'I wanna do bad things to you,' her hand dropping again below her skirt, this time stroking along her soaking wet panty-covered slit.

For a second, she swore she saw Graves's stoic facade crack. His pupils dilated, or his nostrils flared, or he froze, his beer suspended for the briefest of instants on the way back to his mouth. Callie couldn't have put her finger on what exactly it was, but something... something she had done had broken through. Her heart rate tripled. As the song switched to Muse's Supermassive Black Hole, Callie kicked her performance up another notch.

She turned around, presenting her back to Seth as she lowered herself onto his lap, her skirt pulled up. Her thong-covered pussy landed directly on the bulge in his slacks, and she spread her legs widely around his, her hands squeezing his thighs as she rubbed herself hard against him. She felt Seth writhing under her, clearly desperate to move the hands which remained restrained under his legs. Callie leaned back against his strong chest, her arm up over her head and around the back of his neck as she moaned from the contact. Then she pushed herself back to her feet, turning around to face the guys.

Callie was hardly dancing, but nobody there even noticed that as she reached for the loose knot in her blouse. She looked the guys over with sad eyes, now the little girl being forced against her will to show herself off to the big strong men. Callie bit her lip the entire time she worked the knot until the two sides came apart, though not enough to fully display her bare nipples yet. She turned away from the men again and pulled her shirt open wide, flashing her chest to absolutely no one at the same time the guys watched her from behind, howling about what obviously was coming next.

She pulled the two sides of her blouse together as she spun back around, circling behind Seth so she stood between him and his three buddies, Graves included. Seth turned his head to look back but Callie pushed his cheek away, forcing him to remain facing forward. With the other three watching her from behind, she reached up and unbuttoned the cuff on each sleeve of her schoolgirl blouse, then held her arms straight out and down as if to offer them to the guys at her back. She turned her head to the side and met Ethan's eyes over her shoulder. 'Help me,' she mouthed, gesturing toward the undone cuffs. Ethan caught her meaning fast and took hold of the unbuttoned cuff. Then Callie turned toward the other side, avoiding Graves -- who she knew would never allow himself to be caught assisting in her performance -- to meet Danny's eyes right behind her, signaling at him toward her other sleeve. Danny grabbed it firmly, then Callie let her wrists get pulled back as the two men began pulling her blouse down her arms.

As the blouse came off her wrists entirely, Callie leaned forward and pressed her bare tits and hard nipples into the back of Seth's neck. "Oh fuckkkk..." she heard him moan. Her arms now free from the constraints of the blouse, she reached forward and stroked the outside of his ears, something she'd learned over the years that guys loved but would never admit to. Callie looked back over her shoulder, biting her lip again, her eyes ablaze knowing the view she was offering Ethan, Danny, and Graves: her pigtails hanging down in front of her, her back entirely bare, her little skirt barely covering her white thong, and her white stockings still stopping mid-thigh.

Callie looked toward Ethan, putting her hands up in the air and then tucking them behind her thighs briefly. It took a second but Ethan got her meaning; he shoved his hands under his own legs, turning to glare at Danny and Graves before both men did the same. With all the men's hands secured now, Callie pushed herself off of Seth, taking two steps back before sitting down onto Danny's lap, where she met another sizable bulge. She rubbed herself against him as she leaned back, the denim feeling wonderfully rough against her nearly bare ass, her soft skin pressed against his hard chest through his t-shirt. By this time, Seth had turned around and was staring at Callie's large bare tits, his eyes wide and his breathing heavy. Callie was moving slowly as she writhed on top of Danny, whose grunts she could hear directly in her ear. Ethan was staring hard, his head turned to the side as he watched Callie grind on Danny sitting next to him.

As she continued rubbing herself against Danny, Callie reached both hands into the laps of his neighbors. She turned back to Ethan as she squeezed his bulge, her eyes once again those of a naughty schoolgirl full of innocent surprise at what she'd found there. Callie watched Ethan mouth, 'fuck, fuck fuck....' She turned toward Graves.

Graves's face barely had registered her touch even though she could feel him hard and throbbing under her palm. But instead of squeezing him, Callie stroked him gently through his khakis, every gesture an act of worship. 'Master,' she mouthed at him, though none of the others could see her do it. Graves lifted an eyebrow.

After ten more seconds of rubbing the guys in the back row, Callie stood herself up again, bending forward to put her bare tits in Seth's face, with him still facing backwards watching her grind on the guys behind him. Callie slid back in front of Seth, facing toward the four men, her body undulating topless, her arms twirling above her head, her big naked tits swaying back and forth.

The guys started hollering as her final song came on, and she could see that even Graves was having trouble fighting off an unwanted smile. Baby One More Time, the ultimate schoolgirl fantasy song, flowed out of the speaker -- though not the original. While she wanted the guys to appreciate the irony, she couldn't make her routine comical. She had gone with Slothrust's slow and edgy cover of the classic instead.

Callie reached down, squeezing her tits as she went, tweaking her hard nipples for the guys' entertainment. Except... it wasn't just for them. Callie was absolutely drenched, her body on fire. She had never, ever been this turned on in her entire life. The way her body responded to her touch, the faces she was making in response... none of it was for show. But, even with how badly her body needed relief... she knew it wasn't her right to make that decision. Graves had set tonight's price for his time: Callie stripping for his friends and seeing to their needs. Whether or not she got to cum from the process was incidental at best.

Knowing the score, Callie turned her back to the guys and reached under her skirt. Her fingers found the sides of her thong as she bent fully in half, the whisper-thin gusset almost invisible as it pulled hard against her pussy. And then she started rolling it down. As the thong reached mid-thigh she paused, letting the air find her most intimate regions at the same time she let the guys enjoy their view. Even with the shadows cast by her skirt from the overhead lighting, with her bent over like that Callie had put her bare cunt and asshole on display. "Holy motherfucker," she heard Seth call out, and once the thong dropped to her feet Callie reached between her legs and stroked her bare slit for her audience. They watched as her big tits dangled in front of her. She turned back to face them, one hand holding up her skirt while the other pinched a rock-hard nipple. Callie stroked her finger through her slit again, then walked forward and pressed it against Seth's lips. "Kiss, baby," she told him.

Seth didn't need to be told twice as he opened his mouth to suck Callie's juice off her finger. With her other hand she reached down to the button of her skirt... and yanked hard. The button exploded off her and the skirt plummeted to the floor, leaving Callie in nothing but her thigh-highs and heels. She stepped between Seth's legs, grabbing onto his shirt and using it for stability as she squatted down in front of him, spreading her thighs wide, showing off her bare cunt again. As her ass hit her heels, she grabbed her skirt from the floor, then used Seth to lift herself back up where she draped the item over his shoulder. Fully vertical once again in front of Seth -- and totally nude from mid-thigh upwards -- Callie fondled her heavy tits, pulling them wide. She looked past Seth to find Ethan and Danny, both of whom were making it clear that they would gladly sell their mother's souls for just ten seconds with her.

While Callie spread herself for them, her mind was working. She was sure she knew what Graves wanted from her right then: she had gotten his friends 'worked up,' and it was time for her to 'take care of it' for them. This had been his charge to her as she kneeled nude under his desk that night, and it would be his unspoken charge to her here once again. But this time there were three men to please -- four, actually, since it would be suspicious if she didn't take care of Graves again as well.

Seeing how she needed to proceed from here, Callie strolled casually up to Seth while still working her fingers between her legs for his visual enjoyment. She met his eyes, then pushed one of her puckered nipples up to his mouth. "Kiss, baby," she ordered him again.

Chapter 5

At first Seth just stared up at her, unsure if he heard correctly. After all, sucking a stripper's tits was typically against the unspoken 'look but do not actively touch' rule. But Callie pushed the hard nub against his mouth again. Seth placed a tentative kiss, barely a peck, at the nipple's very tip. Callie stroked a finger down his cheek, then put that hand behind his head to pull him in tighter. With his hands still trapped under him, Seth was clumsy, but he opened his mouth wide to suck in as much of Callie's tit as he could. Callie cried out as he latched on... and just at that moment, the music ended.

"Don't worry, fellas," she moaned as she kept Seth's mouth firmly wrapped around her nipple for another few seconds, her husky voice sounding like shouting in the silence that had invaded the room. She reluctantly pushed Seth back as she sashayed over to her phone and restarted the playlist. Soon the music was flowing out of the speaker again, though more softly than before. Callie stood in front of Seth and stroked her slit again, this time licking her own wetness off her fingers. She raised her voice. "I promise you boys that the party isn't over. The birthday boy here is gonna let me unwrap a present."

Callie put a finger in the middle of Seth's chest, then scratched down his covered abdomen, stopping at his belt buckle as she squatted nude in front of him. "Can I unwrap the birthday boy's big candle?" she asked Seth in her little schoolgirl voice, her hand now caressing his length through his pants. Seth nearly pulled a muscle while nodding as fast as he could. Callie bit her lip again as she undid his belt and button, then pulled down his zipper, and finally, reached into his boxers and fished out his hard cock. She moaned as she ran her fingers along his length, making it twitch in her hand. She leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek against it. Seth was writhing, his hands still below his legs, his cock throbbing as Callie played with it.

At this point Danny and Ethan were standing, their hands still pressed against the backs of their thighs, as they desperately tried to get a better view of what Callie was doing to Seth. Graves stood as well, though his behavior was more restrained than his friends. Callie rose to her knees, Seth's cock still hard against her palm. "Does the birthday boy want to keep his candle in my hand... or put it in my mouth... or..." she continued into Seth's ear, winking at Danny and Ethan as she finished, "or does he want to bury it in my tight little pussy?"

"No fucking way," Danny nearly cried out as he heard her offer to Seth, while Ethan nearly fell back in shock and lust. Seth himself could barely speak, finally whispering, "Your pussy, please... Miss Silver. I'll do anything for your pussy."

"Right answer, birthday boy," she purred, licking Seth's ear, then walked nude back to her bag again, this time to grab one of the emergency condoms she kept there. As Callie returned to where Seth sat, she dropped to her knees, tearing the condom's foil. "You'll be good to my pussy, right, birthday boy?" she begged in her schoolgirl voice. She rolled the condom down his length, adding, "Because I'm just a little girl, and you have such a big candle."

"Yes, Miss Silver," Seth huffed out, his breath already short.

With that Callie stood to her full height, turned away from Seth, and lowered herself until she felt his hard cock right at her entrance. She looked back at Seth over her shoulder as she finally lowered herself quickly around him. "FUCK!! Ohh... Happy birthday, baby boy," she cooed at him, then kept sliding down until he bottomed out inside her. Callie turned her head, briefly catching Graves's eye. She prayed she had read the moment right... and when his head moved a millimeter up-and-down in confirmation, she felt a far greater form of relief flood through her than she would've found through climaxing.

Callie knew how close Seth already was from the way he throbbed as she had rolled on the condom. But this couldn't end too fast -- she needed to take care of all of them to satisfy Graves's price. "Oh fuck, birthday boy, you're doing so good," she moaned as she rode him, then turned her head to look back at Danny and Ethan, each of whom looked like a stiff gust of wind would make them cream their pants. 'That would be wasteful,' she thought.

"Guys," she called out to the others as she continued to slow-ride Seth, "my hands are so empty... and my mouth, too. The birthday boy has my little cunt nice and full, but the rest of me is so lonely." She moaned again as Seth hit another one of her spots. "Can you help a girl feel less lonely, please?"

Danny and Ethan didn't need to be asked twice. They dove in front of her, fighting briefly for who would be lined up in front of her mouth. Ethan appeared to win as Danny was forced to shift to Callie's right side, both men then shoving their hands back behind their thighs again. They each looked at her expectantly, but she knew it would set off alarm bells if she started on them while Graves just hung back observing. "And my poor little left hand...?" she pouted.

"Alex, move your fucking ass now!!" Danny yelled out, finally getting Graves to stand on Callie's other side.

"I'm having trouble concentrating," she called out, her voice tight with Seth still trying to pump inside her. "My hands are trembling... maybe you guys could unwrap your candles for me?" With her request made, the guys were finally free to use their hands as needed. And use them they did. If Danny or Ethan had a single qualm about pulling their hard cocks out in front of their buddies you wouldn't have known it for how fast they exposed themselves while standing in their respective spaces.

Callie smiled at them, still riding Seth slowly, as she turned to look up expectantly at Graves. "Alex, seriously!!!" Ethan nearly screamed. Graves finally reached down, unzipping and pulling himself out as well. Callie gently caressed this cock she'd already met, then reached to the other side to take Danny in her hand.

Callie rode Seth while holding Danny and Graves's cocks gently. "Here's the thing, boys," she called out, her body on fire, "nobody gets to cum in me." She leaned back against Seth. "Sorry, baby, but that goes for you too, birthday boy." Seth whimpered as Callie continued. "Instead, when I tell you to, you're all gonna lay me down gently... and cover me in your cream." She looked up at Ethan while starting to stroke Danny and Graves. "You good with being team players for me?" she challenged.

Callie barely heard Danny and Seth cry out in agreement as she watched Ethan nod his head, his hard cock still pointing at her face. "Looks like something yummy," she sighed at him. Then Callie called out to the group again. "Make sure I don't fall, guys," she reminded them, before diving down to take Ethan in her mouth.

The guys who could reach her tits did so under the guise of keeping her from faceplanting. Callie had Seth in her cunt, Graves and Danny in each of her respective hands, Ethan in her mouth, and several hands groping her body. She felt a finger playing at her clit which based on the angle she guessed was Seth from behind her.

At this point Callie was writhing even though she could barely make her body move. The guys had her supported parallel to the floor, leaving her no leverage for pushing against. Instead, Ethan and Seth were thrusting into her mouth and cunt, respectively, while Callie held her arms steady so Danny and Graves could fuck her hands. She kept herself immobilized like that, letting the guys work her over. Her cunt was sore and her throat was hurting, not to mention the pins in her shoulders and arms from holding those still.

Callie opened her fists, releasing both cocks there, then raised one arm as the signal to the guys to move into the final stage. All four men groaned in response -- each of them so close to finishing -- but even Seth stopped thrusting into her cunt as she worked herself off his shaft. Callie was breathing hard as Ethan slipped out of her mouth. The guys helped lower Callie to her knees, then she carefully laid herself back, her big tits spread wide on her chest and her shaven pussy still leaking below her. "Are you big men gonna paint me now?" she asked in her softest schoolgirl voice.

With that, the pause in activity ended. Danny and Ethan took themselves in hand and started stroking with abandon. Seth started stroking as well, then remembered the condom which had been literally a second skin for him for the past quarter-hour. Once he had rolled it off himself, he dropped to his knees in between Callie's legs, his hand now flying on his uncovered cock. Ethan and Danny similarly kneeled down in their respective spots. All three men had their eyes closed as they neared their final strokes, desperate to give 'Silver' the glazing she demanded.

Callie looked up at Graves, who stood on her side, still holding his cock. She was pleading with her eyes for him to soil her as well. His load was the most important. If he covered her with it now then she knew she had paid the full price, that she had earned another night with him. Maybe lots more nights. If he held back then she was lost.

'Master,' she mouthed at him, 'please.' Graves remained unresponsive as Seth began to cry out from between her legs, warning of his impending explosion. Callie closed her eyes as Seth's first rope landed on her belly, then on her tits, then on her bare mound, and soon more cum pelted her torso, arms, and upper legs as Danny and Ethan both let go as well.

Callie barely made a sound as the men glazed her, her heart sinking at Graves's refusal to join in. She faked her excitement... until a fourth voice grunted -- one she would have recognized anywhere. Suddenly Callie's face was getting blasted by rope after rope of jizz. Graves's jizz. She cried out in response, her mouth open, and just like that, every blast from all directions felt like victory to her.

The whole thing lasted no more than thirty seconds, but after the evening they'd had, the loads deposited on her were among the biggest each man had ever produced. There was not a single inch on Callie's front that was not covered in someone's cum. She swallowed down everything that made it into her mouth. Her eyes remained shut as she tried to wipe away the semen from around them. Once her heart rate returned to something like normal she heard the guys celebrating as they tucked themselves away, ignoring any discomfort from having jacked off in front of each other. She could hear Graves living it up with the others. After a moment Callie could sense through her closed eyelids that the lights had been brought back up while the music finally went silent. Seth spoke from above her. "Silver, just stay right there, okay? We're gonna get you some towels." She nodded but otherwise couldn't move.

Twenty seconds later she could feel terry cloth being rubbed all over her body. She felt a smaller cloth get dropped into her hands, and she used it to finally clear the cum away from her eyes, nose, and mouth. She opened her eyes for the first time since right before Seth exploded, seeking out Graves's face. He and Ethan were moving the chairs back to the table while Danny and Seth finished cleaning up Callie. "Think you can stand up for me?" Seth asked, as the two men took her arms and carefully got her vertical again.

The feeling of standing nude in the middle of the guys was a lot more intimidating for Callie now with the four of them fully reassembled, their cocks all tucked away, the lights back on, and her naked body still partially covered in their cum. But she knew a professional like 'Silver' would never let that bother her. Instead she walked gingerly toward the door -- her legs still rubbery, her thigh-high stockings ripped and streaked with jizz. She grabbed her coat and threw it over her bare, cum-splattered body. The dry-cleaning bill would be worth the coverage right then. She belted it around her waist as she returned to the living room.

The guys were already drinking new beers, toasting Graves for providing the best entertainment any of them had ever been part of. "Wanna beer, Silver?" Danny called out.

"No thanks, handsome," Callie replied, portraying a level of confidence that may or may not have been an act. "I gotta drive. My momma will be waiting up for me." One of the guys had put her clothes beside her bag, and Callie stuffed them inside, not even bothering to slide her thong back on. She looked over at Seth. "Happy birthday, stud." He raised his beer in a mock toast. She winked at Ethan before finally turning to Graves. "If you walk me out, we can settle up the bill." He nodded once, then followed her to the front door. They stepped onto the front porch, then made their way to the sidewalk in front of his property, where they stopped, facing each other.

Callie spoke up first. "Why did you choose the name 'Silver' for me, Sir?" Graves did not respond. Callie was being tested, and she sighed sadly as she solved the riddle. "It's because Silver is only second-best, isn't it?"

Graves nodded once. Callie's head fell, her bravado as always wiped out whenever she was alone with Graves.

But then... Callie felt her chin being lifted by a single finger. Her breath caught as she found herself staring straight into Graves's eyes. "You will need to decide, Ms. Salerno, when you are ready... to become Gold."

Callie's eyes lit up. Graves was inviting her back. Giving her more time... with him. "Thank you, Professor." She held his eyes another moment longer before lowering them deferentially. "Goodnight, Sir."

"See you at the final exam, Ms. Salerno." Graves turned toward his house as Callie headed back to her car, wrapped only in her coat, her body soiled and sore... but with her soul fully alive.

Chapter 6

After taking the longest, hottest shower of her life following her impromptu evening as the stripper 'Silver,' Callie settled down to get ready for her exams. While her body was still sore -- and her pussy throbbed from having failed to climax while taking care of the guys -- her mind was now crystal clear. All the unnecessary distractions in her life had been, shall we say, stripped away as she submitted to Graves and his friends in that living room.

Four days later she walked into Graves's lecture hall with the rest of her class as Graves himself stood holding court in the front of the room. Callie quickly grabbed a seat in one of the upper rows, and as the exam booklets were distributed, Callie took one from her neighbor before passing the pile onward. Looking at the front page, she read the instructions carefully: "Cite material from what you learned this semester in describing how your understanding of 'power' has changed over the course of the term." While the question was likely left vague to allow the rest of her classmates the freedom to introduce examples from various authoritarian regimes of their choosing, Callie knew the question held a different meaning for her.

Early in the term she had silently wished for Graves to teach her about real power; she finally understood the dark path along which her wish had come true. She also knew that if she continued to pay the price for his time, Graves would continue educating her as only he could.

Callie opened her exam booklet and began to write:

"Once upon a time a little princess lived in an ivory tower at the very top of a sturdy castle. She spent her days playing with other girls and boys, who would always tell her that she was their queen, and so she came to believe it to be true.

"One day the little princess saw a man riding past the castle. She had grown tired of life inside the tower, and when she saw the man had stopped for water, she ran outside in her finest gown to convince him to teach her of the world beyond.

"He barely looked up as she approached, but since everyone she had ever known had always hung on her every word, she was confident he would do the same. She spoke to his back as he leaned down to drink more. 'Sir, what is the most important lesson for me to learn about the world around me?'

"The man did not say a word, instead pausing for a moment to dry his hands. Then he approached her, and in one motion, ripped the gown from her body. His pull was so strong that not only did the gown explode off her, but so did her beautiful crown, her magnificent jewels, her sturdy underclothes, her soft stockings, and even her royal shoes. She felt the cool air on every inch of her bare skin, and she knew that in that one single motion the man had stripped her of every comfort she had ever known. She watched helplessly as the man tossed her confiscated garments and accessories into the air, where the wind quickly snatched them up and carried them away.

"In that one instant the grand princess had been made into a naked little girl, bereft of even the most basic of protection. The man barely glanced over her exposed body, instead returning to mount his horse. She dashed to his side, to this man who had so violently stripped her bare. 'Sir...' she called out. Was she going to scream at him for denuding her here in the middle of the road? Or, maybe, demand he apologize? What angry retort would she, the grand princess, offer to this brute?

"Instead, the naked little girl looked up at him, nearly in tears. With a broken voice she begged, 'Teach me... more.'

"He looked down at her and she lowered her eyes in response. His deep voice called out, 'Lesson 1: Power is taken, not offered.' With that, a rope was dangled in front of her, the other end of which was tied to the back of the man's saddle. She was being given a choice: to turn back -- to find covering and refuge in her tower -- or to submit.

"As the horse began to move again, the once-grand princess took hold of the rope, a nude pet walking behind her master with her head properly bowed... yet her eyes had finally been opened wide. In truth, there had never really been a choice for her; she knew she would follow him obediently, this man who could teach her much on the question of power."

As she finished writing, Callie closed up her exam booklet, gathered her bag, and headed to the front of the lecture hall to turn in her exam. She dropped the booklet into the growing pile of papers, then left with her head held high.

Three days later Graves emailed the class that their graded papers were sitting in a box positioned directly outside of his office. Callie held off -- letting the rest of the class swoop in first like vultures -- so that by the time she arrived hers was the last one left. She turned it over to find his judgment: "A-: Acceptable submission, with more to learn."

As she slipped the graded paper into her bag, Callie noticed the light shining under Graves's door. Though it was already early evening by then, the professor was still in. Callie looked around, finding the hallway deserted and silent. Without another thought she stepped forward and began unbuttoning her blouse. She knew the price for her to see Graves after-hours.

By the time he answered her knock, Callie stood before Graves in nothing but her bare skin, her clothes and shoes already packed away in her bag alongside her graded exam. With a simple nod, he stepped back. Callie proceeded over the threshold as Graves closed the door firmly behind her.

It was time for her next lesson.