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Working for a Prof
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd
like to know a bit more about me and my friends and what we've
been doing, please drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

Summer was coming, and I needed to find a new job.  I'd worked in
a concession on the beach and in the campus fitness center, but
this time, I wanted to try something different, something I could
do in the future after I graduated.  In the Arts building where I
study at Oceanview U., they have a bulletin board up with ads for
jobs on campus.  One of the ads was for a research assistant in
comparative literature.  Literature isn't my major, but I'd taken
a couple of classes in it.  The ad said to contact Professor Jack
Edelman.  Edelman, Edelman.  That name sounded so familiar.  I
didn't think I'd ever taken a class with him.  I'd heard his name
before though, but at first, I couldn't remember where.

I got dressed up in my best business casual, a navy skirt and
suit jacket.  I tied my long black hair up in a ponytail, and
wore my glasses for once, just so I'd look more serious. 
Professor Edelman's office is in the big old Arts building just
behind my friend Satomi's dorm.  Most of the buildings on campus
are fairly new, but the Arts Building is old, like a castle
almost or a haunted house.  I had to ask a secretary where his
office was, but finally, found the winding staircase that led up
to this oaken door in a cold stone hallway.  I knocked, and
luckily, he was in.

"Professor Edelman, I'm here about the research assistant job." 
It was only when I saw his big bushy beard that I finally
remembered where I'd met him before.  It was a couple of summers
before, and for reasons that are kind of hard to explain, I'd
been out sunbathing - naked - in the quad below his office
window.  I was just so sure that there was no one around, but
then one of the custodians stumbled on my clothes.  I would have
been in very serious trouble if Professor Edelman hadn't come
out, and rescued me, making the custodian give my things back.

Anyway, standing at his office door, I froze as soon as I saw
him.  My mind raced thinking what to do.  True, a couple of years
had passed since then, but I was so worried that he'd recognize
me.  Surely it wasn't every day he found a young Japanese girl
frolicking around naked outside his window.

"Oh, yes, come in, Miss uh... Miss..." he replied seriously.  I
was amazed.  How could he not remember something like that?  I
guess I had my hair different now, and was wearing my glasses,
but even so...

"Tsu-tsu-tsuruta, Emi Tsuruta," I stuttered, half panicking. 
Luckily, he didn't know my name.  I'd run away pretty quickly
that day.  Anyway, he motioned for me to come in, and close the
door.  I did, struggling to keep my hands from shaking.  I guess
I should have given up on the whole idea, but actually, I really
kind of wanted this job.  It would be nice to work in an office
for once, and the pay was probably better.  But how on earth
could I work for him after what had happened?  I sat down in the
chair, hiding my face in my hair, sitting on my hands to hide the
quivering.

"Did you bring your resume?" he asked kindly.  I nervously pulled
it out of my bag, and set it down on his desk.  He lifted his
glasses to read it, massaging his eyebrows thoughtfully.

"Have you had a lot of applicants?" I asked, trying to calm down.

"No, only a few.  I'm actually looking for someone from outside
the department.  Have you taken any classes with me?  Your face
looks kind of familiar."

My heart skipped a beat, as he looked deep into my eyes.

"No, I haven't.  I'm actually more in social science, but I've
taken a few lit classes," I smiled weakly.  He started to tell me
about the research grant he'd won, and how the job would be
mostly helping him track down references for the book he was
writing.  I really didn't say too much, and almost before I knew
it, he was asking,

"When do your exams finish?"

"April 17th I think."

"Can you start right after that?"

I nodded, still hardly able to believe this all was happening. 
It honestly seemed like he didn't remember me, but what if one
day I do something that brings it all back?

Anyway, I started work soon after, and it went OK for the first
little while.  I was so nervous, but I slowly discovered that he
was a little absentminded and perhaps a bit near-sighted.  He was
a good boss though.  Mostly it seemed like he wanted someone to
keep him company while he tapped away on his computer, but every
now and again, he would get me to fetch books from the study room
next to his office.  The whole room was filled with musty old
books on high shelves, but he had a step ladder I could use to
reach the top.

He had a couple of grad students who came by pretty regularly,
Candy and Bruce.  They seemed nice enough, but they always acted
so respectful towards him.  I guess he must be famous in his
field, but at first, I didn't know quite what to make of it all.
When we were alone together, Jack treated me like a friend, but
whenever his grad students or other profs dropped by, he acted
more gruff, stodgy even.  I preferred the casual Jack.

Sometimes he would tell me about his family.  He had a wife and
two kids: a son and a daughter, in elementary school.  I met his
son once, but they very rarely came to school.  Jack didn't
really talk about his wife much.  I'd heard rumors that the two
of them weren't getting along so well, but Jack never let it
show.  He was always his same old jovial self with me.  I don't
know.  Maybe I cheered him up.

One thing that was a bit strange about this job was I really
didn't have to do too much.  Jack would sit in his office typing
away, and I would sit next door in the study, browsing through
the books trying to find something he might find useful.  In some
ways, I prefer to be outside doing things to sitting inside all
summer.  One thing I did do was after work, I would go down to
the beach to swim, or meet my boyfriend Ryosuke for tennis when
he had a day off.

One day though it was raining.  I didn't really feel like going
to the fitness center, so I stuck around quite late, reading this
one book that Jack had picked out for me.  Jack stayed for a
while, but eventually, he went home, leaving me to lock up.

After he left, it was so quiet in the office.  I guess a lot of
people had gone home early, it being summer and all.  I tried to
focus on the book, but my mind kept wandering.  I decided to go
out for a little walk to get some fresh air, and clear my head. 
I climbed down the winding steel staircase, and then plodded down
the big stones steps.  I pushed open the big oaken door at the
front.  It was still raining out and getting dark, and there
didn't seem to be anyone much around on the soccer field or
roundabout out in front.  I walked back up to the office mulling
this all over.  I wonder if I'm the only one still here.  I
hadn't seen anyone, and it was awfully quiet.  I knew from
experience that the janitors went home at 5.

I plopped my rear end back down in my chair, and absentmindedly
fiddled with the button on my jeans.  I don't really know what I
was intending - nothing really, but I found myself undoing the
button, and loosening my jeans to get more comfortable.  Staring
down at the open book, I found myself sliding my fingers into the
back of my jeans, gently massaging my own buttocks cheeks. 
Restless, I ended up getting out my cell phone, and called my
boyfriend Ryosuke.  He was still at work at the sushi bar.

"Are you almost finished?" I asked.  "I'm downtown on campus."

"No.  We were pretty busy today, so I'll probably have to stay
around late just to clean up."  I knew that Ryosuke has to work,
but I still wasn't happy.  It's like he's always too busy to see
me.

"OK, well, anyway, give me a call if you finish up early."

I hung up, and leaned back in my chair staring out the window at
the rain.  I didn't want to go home in the storm, but it was kind
of boring sitting here by myself.

I suddenly got an idea.  I sat up in my chair peering over at the
door, and slowly, ever so slowly began sliding my jeans down.  No
one was around anyway, so what would be the harm?

I finally kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my jeans, and lay
them down on the table, feeling this faint shiver run up my
spine.  I slid my thumbs into my panties next, keeping my ears
pricked up for any sign of movement.  All I could hear was the
rain, so I slowly dragged my panties down too, my heart speeding
up at stripping naked here in the office.  Unable to stop myself,
I peeled off my t-shirt and bra next, happy to be free of my
tight clothes.

The office was still so quiet, but the hair on my body was
standing on end.  I hadn't really intended to take off my
clothes, but now here I was naked at school no less.  I pulled my
shoes back on, feeling a bit silly because they were the only
things I was wearing.  Oh, and I had on my good luck necklace of
course.  I hardly ever go anywhere without it.

I slowly walked over to the door, feeling these butterflies in my
tummy.  It seemed quiet, so ever so slowly I opened the door.  My
heart was beating away like a jackhammer.  I could hear the sound
of the rain from the window and some faint squeaking noises, but
I couldn't see anyone.

I cautiously stepped out into the hallway, my senses on fire,
acutely aware of my own nudity.  I knew this was crazy, but it
was like I just couldn't stop myself.  For some reason, I wanted
to try, to see how far I could go.  I scampered over to the
stairwell cautiously peeking around the corner.  God, what am I
doing?  I'm out in the hallway now, far from my clothes.  What
would Professor Edelman say if he saw me like this?  I hid my
bare behind with my hand, imagining that Jack was right there
behind me.  Oh god, I was getting so excited it wasn't even
funny.

I quietly padded down the metal staircase, and then out onto the
landing.  Up in Jack's little hideaway of an office, there wasn't
much chance of running into anyone, but down here was much more
out in the open.  I took a deep breath, and then quietly padded
over to the big stone steps.  I still couldn't hear anything, so
I tiptoed down the next set of stairs all the way to the big
oaken front door.  I could hear the rain beating on it.  I knew I
had to get back, but I couldn't resist the temptation to take a
quick peek outside.  I pulled on the big bronze ring, but at
first, it wouldn't budge.  I pulled harder, and finally got it
open.

Half out of my head with excitement, I stood there stark naked in
the open doorway peering out at the soccer field in front of the
building.  It was dark, and the rain made it even harder to see,
but on the road that ran around the edge of the field, I could
see some other students off in the distance, heading home I
guess.  I stood there stunned for a moment peering out at them
and then down at my own naked body, wondering if they could see
me.  Tempting fate, I stepped out onto the step letting the door
shut behind me, savoring the feeling of the rain on my naked
skin.  I felt so alive, so free.

Finally though, my common sense kicked back in.  I turned to open
the door, but it was stuck again, and to make matters worse,
those other students were heading this way.  Why oh why did I
come all the way out here naked in the first place?  I pawed at
the door growing more and more panicky.  I looked back, and the
two students had definitely seen me now.  It was two girls,
Chinese maybe, and it looked like they were smiling almost,
amused at my plight.  I finally got the door open, dashed all the
way back upstairs and into Jack's office.  I guess I should have
been scared - they'd seen me naked after all - but actually, I
felt exhilarated.  Look how far I'd gone.  Even those girls
seemed to think it was funny.  This was so great.

Soon though, I got back dressed, locked up, and headed back home.
 I left through the back door just in case those girls were still
out there, but even on the bus, I was whistling away, happy about
how brave I'd managed to be.

The next few days at work, I kept smiling every time I remembered
that night.  The question was what to do next.  I didn't really
have any plans, but one afternoon, I casually asked Jack if he
minded if I started getting changed for swimming.  He was so
wrapped up in his book he didn't even hear me the first time, and
only after I asked again did he nod, and wave for me to go ahead.
 I felt a bit offended I guess that he showed so little interest
in me as a woman, especially after we'd spent so much time
together.

Lost in my own thoughts, I sat down at the table in the study,
reached up inside my skirt, and slowly, carefully pulled down my
panties.  Even though the door was open, in the next room, Jack
just sat there with his back to me, tapping away at his computer.
 I pulled my panties right off, folding them and putting them
away in my purse, feeling a bit pleased with myself for managing
to get up the nerve to do this with him right here.  Of course,
it felt strange being there in the office with no panties on.  I
could feel the air swirling in, tickling and teasing my hello
kitty.  I was getting so excited I was no longer thinking
straight.  I undid the clip on my skirt honestly half intending
to take it off.  Before I could though, Jack called out,

"Oh, Emi?"  I quickly tried to do my skirt back up, but I was all
flustered, my face flushing hot.  I finally managed to get it
back done up.

"Yes?" I finally answered.  He twirled in his chair to face me,
so I pressed my legs together hoping he couldn't see my pussy.

"Oh my.  Look at the time.  I didn't realize it was so late," he
continued, still distracted.  "Um, Emi, do you think you could
put those books away before you go?"

The books were sitting on the table behind him, so I would have
to go into his office to get them.  I felt so nervous without my
panties, so I waited for him to turn back to the computer before
going in.  He stood there looking at me for a moment, almost as
if he suspected something, but eventually, turned away.  I
quietly gathered up the books, and scooted back to the study. 
For some of the books, I had to use the step ladder, but Jack was
a gentleman, and didn't peek in as far as I could tell.  I guess
he hadn't figured out that I was commando.

That night in bed, I tossed, and turned, chastising myself for
playing these games running the risk of being found out.  Still,
when I woke up the next morning, it was a whole new day, and I
was anxious to see what new mischief I could get up to. 
Wandering around commando seemed a bit too dangerous, but I did
take my short light blue stretch cotton mini-skirt with me, just
in case I wanted to change out of my jeans.

That first day, I was still too nervous from my adventure before,
but the next day, I brought the skirt again, and soon after I
arrived, I changed into it.  I guess it wasn't that bad.  You
could see a lot of thigh, but it more or less covered my panties.
 Prof. Edelman didn't even bat an eyelash when I came out dressed
in it.  Maybe there was a faint smile there, but mostly he seemed
the same as ever.  There was one brief awkward moment, when I
bumped into the department head, Mr. Carlson, out in the hall. 
He raised his eyebrows when he saw my bare thighs, but didn't say
anything.  Luckily, I managed to make it through the day without
any more incidents.

After a while, even Mr. Carlson became used to that skirt, and I
began to grow restless again.  I did have another skirt, my beige
pleated flirt skirt I'd got a while back.  I barely ever wore it
because it was just too embarrassing.  It more-or-less covers the
front, but tilts way up at the back, so you can see my panties
even when I'm not bending over.  I kept taking it with me to
work, but it was a few days before I got up the nerve to put it
on.  I felt so embarrassed, but Jack was business as usual, even
when I turned away showing him my panty-clad rump.  I must have
showed it to him a hundred times, to see what he would do, but I
swear I never caught him blinking.

Then, one day, I finally lost it.  I wore my flirt skirt to work,
getting a few wolf whistles on the way.  At noon, Prof. Edelman
headed off to buy his lunch.  I was left sitting there alone in
the boiling hot study.  I knew Jack wouldn't be back for an hour,
and eventually, I couldn't resist the temptation anymore.  I
peeled off my panties, my heart doing a little jig from the
excitement.  I sat there munching on my sandwich, my bare bottom
sticking to the hot leather seat every time I got up.  I felt
embarrassed of course, but I kept telling myself, it would be
alright, because I would pull my panties back on before Jack got
back from lunch.

After I finished eating, I wandered into his office, leafing
through his books, savoring the feeling of the air on my pussy. 
Suddenly, a rap came at the door.

"Is Jack in?"  It was Prof. Carlson.  I twirled to face him as
soon as I realized, but I was so worried that he'd seen me.  He
kept glancing down at the hem of my skirt, making me even more
nervous.

"Um... no... He's still at lunch," I explained, my heart going
into overdrive.  I picked up a journal, and held it in front of
me to cover my thighs.  Prof. Carlson just stood there, mulling
something over.  It's hard to explain why, but my hello kitty
felt like it had caught on fire.  I spread my legs trying to cool
down, but the feeling of the breeze tickling me just made the
tingling sensation even worse.

"You are one of his grad students, are you?" he asked, obviously
intrigued.

"Um, no sir.  I'm his research assistant," I blushed.

"Perhaps you can help me then.  Do you know if he has a spare
copy of his Modernism paper from last year's conference?"

I actually knew where Jack kept those - in his filing cabinet
behind me, but getting one out would mean turning my back to
Prof. Carlson, and dressed as I was in this too short skirt, that
was definitely something I wasn't planning on doing.

"I'll ask him about it, and see if someone can bring you a copy
down later."

"Thanks," he smiled, and then squinted his eyes looking out the
window.  "Oh, is that him now?"

Without really thinking, I twirled to look out the window.  There
was no sign of Prof. Edelman, just another gentleman in a tweed
jacket, and it was only then that I realized my mistake.  I
twirled back around, but it was too late.  Prof. Carlson's mouth
had gone into this little bow, shocked and amazed to have seen
the cheeks of my bare bottom peeking out from under my skirt.

"Um, Miss... Miss...," he stuttered not knowing my name.  Not
knowing what else to do, I quickly moved forward herding him
towards the door.

"Anyway, I'll tell Prof. Edelman when he comes back," I explained
shutting the door behind him.  Oh no.  Now what do I do?  The
head of the department has seen my bare backside.  I'll probably
lose my job for sure.  Before I had time to think, Jack appeared
at the door.

"I just bumped into Prof. Carlson," he told me.  I stood facing
Jack, covering my exposed backside with a journal.

"What did he say?" I asked fearing the worst.

"He just asked about that paper from last year's conference. 
Could you be a dear, and take him down a copy?"

I hesitated for the longest time, and then finally answered,

"Um, no..."

"What?  Why not?"

"I'd rather not," I blushed, not knowing how to explain.  "Do you
think you could?"

"I guess.  What's the matter?  Don't you get along with Carlson?"

"I just think it would be better if you did it."

Prof. Edelman looked at me, not really understanding, but
eventually, dug out the paper, and took it down himself.  I guess
I should have taken this chance to pull my panties back on, but I
was so confused... so upset... so aroused I guess by what had
happened I couldn't focus.

Eventually, Jack came back, and settled into his chair at his
desk.  He didn't pry, didn't ask me anything, just got back to
work.  My heart was still beating away, but I felt grateful to
Jack for being so understanding.  He was always like that, always
so kind.  I wasn't in love with him, but I did feel very close to
him, that day more than ever.  I stood there quietly in his
office looking at him and then around at his books.

"How many books do you have total?" I asked, a bit curious.

"I don't know.  Two hundred maybe.  There's more at home."

"Have you read them all?" I pursued, swaying back and forth.

"Not all," he mumbled, briefly glancing over this way.  I was
standing with my back to him, but being the gentleman that he is,
he looked up towards my face not down towards my rear end.  I
eventually retreated back to the study, feeling a bit embarrassed
but worked up at the same time.

I sat in the den for a while, leafing through the books, while
Jack continued to type away at this computer.  I guess I'd better
pull my panties back on, but before I did that, I decided to try
one last little gambit.  I undid my belt, and pulled my skirt up
even more.  I stared down at my pubic hair now plainly in view
under the hem of my skirt.  I knew this was a bit much, but I
just wanted to try it, before getting back dressed.  I slowly got
up, and walked over to his office door, hiding behind the frame.
Jack looked so pensive as if he was trying to decide something. 
Just as I turned to go back to the table, he suddenly asked,

"Is that Kawabata short story collection on the shelf there
somewhere?"

All panicky now, I yanked at the skirt trying to pull it back
down, but I'd done up the belt too tight.

"Um yeah, just a minute," I sing-songed, trying to stall him.  I
frantically clawed at the belt, trying to get it undone, but
before I could, he was there at the door behind me.  Amazingly,
he didn't seem to notice how high I'd pulled up my skirt, not
right away anyway.  He was too busy scanning the shelves for the
book he wanted.

"Is that it maybe?" he asked pointing at a book sitting sideways
on the shelf.  Leaving my skirt for the moment, I walked over to
where he was pointing trying to hold my legs as close together as
possible, so he wouldn't be able to see my pussy.

"This one?" I asked, still with my back to him, trying to hide
how much I was blushing.

"No, no, not that one.  The one with the commentary... by Suzuki
or someone."  He continued to scan the shelves, his eyes going up
and up.  "Oh there it is up on the top shelf," he finally said,
his face lighting up.  I stared up at it in despair.

"Here, you go back to your office, and I'll bring it to you," I
suggested still not facing him.  Unfortunately, Jack had finally
twigged that something was up.  His eyes moved down my back, only
to stop when they reached my buttocks cheeks, peeking out from
under my skirt.  He looked puzzled more than anything, wondering
I guess why I, the ever so innocent Emi, was dressed this way. 
Seeing the taut round cheeks of my fanny though had clearly made
him lose his train of thought.

"Did you hear me?" I persisted.  "Go back, and I'll bring it to
you."

He was in a complete daze by then, studying my face, still trying
to figure out what was going on.  I finally managed to shoo him
back to his office, but the problem now was my pussy was tingling
like crazy.  What should I do now?  Pull my panties back on?  Or
just continue on as if nothing was wrong?  If I'd been thinking a
little clearer, I would have pulled on my panties, but the
excitement of the last few days was getting to me.  Even though I
could tell he was watching now, I pulled over the ladder, and
gathered up my nerve.  This wasn't such a bad thing now, was it?
He didn't seem upset or anything.  Maybe he didn't mind.

I grabbed hold of the ladder, and slowly lifted my foot up to the
first rung, tensing my bare buttocks in an effort to hold in the
mounting sensations.  Step by step, I climbed up the ladder. 
When I reached the book, I looked back over at him, but he'd
clearly forgotten all about the book, and sat there staring at my
bare bottom in wonder.

I still think everything would have been alright, if it hadn't
been for what happened next.  Our office had been so quiet all
day, but suddenly out of nowhere, the door opened, and there were
Bruce and Candy, Jack's oh so serious graduate students.  Bruce I
guess was the first to notice, and his jaw dropped open as he
stared up at the soft round curves of my bare bottom.  It took
Candy a second longer to realize where he was looking.  I
clutched the ladder for dear life, as she exploded,

"What on earth is going on here?"  Candy was a short-haired
strawberry blonde, but with this stern serious streak I
mentioned.  I of course knew I looked indecent, perched up here
on the ladder, but I'd gone so far past the point of no return
that all I could do was giggle.  For some reason, it just all
seemed so funny all of a sudden.  Bruce, not missing a beat,
dashed over to the foot of the ladder supposedly to help me down.
 I took out the book, and slowly backed down the stairs.  Bruce
reached up, and grabbed me by the waist, deliberately lifting up
my skirt to confirm that I was indeed wearing nothing underneath.
 Jack came out to the study, and Candy looked even more
scandalized.

"In god's name, what's going on?" she kept demanding.  I tried in
vain to push down my skirt over my pussy, but now Bruce was
laughing too, and even Prof. Edelman was finding it hard to hide
his grin.  What made things even funnier was Candy was now
staring daggers at Jack as if he had something to do with my
indecent attire.

"Candy, Candy.  Calm down," I finally reassured her.  "It's my
fault in a way.  I lost a bet with a friend, and this is what
they made me do as punishment."  I know you are not supposed to
lie and stuff, but on the spur of the moment, this was the best
story I could come up with.  Candy clearly didn't believe me, but
I stuck to that story.  At least it didn't make me seem like a
nympho.  Bruce for his part kept grabbing the back of my skirt
and pulling it up, so he could admire my bare bottom.  I guess
Candy kind of liked Bruce because this seemed to get her even
angrier.

"Here, anyway, I'll go get dressed if it makes you feel any
better."

Both Jack and Bruce looked plenty disappointed, but I quickly
gathered up my bag, and headed out to the empty stairwell next
door.  This wasn't the most private place to change, but I didn't
want to go any further for fear of bumping into someone.

When I got back, Candy was still in an uproar bawling out Jack
for letting me run around half naked like that.  Jack just took
it perhaps feeling guilty for having ogled me instead of saying
something.  I was beginning to regret causing such a scene, but I
honestly hadn't realized that Bruce and Candy would show up. 
Bruce eventually managed to get Candy to calm back down, but
anyway, that day was shot as far as getting any more work done. 
Eventually, Bruce and Candy left, and I apologized to Jack.

"I'm really so sorry.  I never meant to..."

"That's OK," he smiled calmly.  "What was this bet about, and who
was it with?"

"Oh it was nothing.  It was just this silly thing with one of my
friends."  I don't know if he believed me or not, but he didn't
say much more about it, and soon let me go home.

I went back to my more conservative clothes after that, but the
next few days whenever Jack would look at me, he would get this
mischievous gleam in his eye, perhaps remembering that day. 
Candy continued to stare daggers at me every time we met, but
eventually, even she began to calm down.  Bruce started treating
me different, hitting on me, asking for dates, but I'd always
gracefully decline.  I felt a tinge of regret more for getting
caught than for having done it, but it seemed like I'd managed to
ride out the storm again.  Some day I am going to have to settle
down.

Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

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