Fertility Idol: 3

You know, the last thing I want to do is not be ready for the first class.  He could check out the student union, or wander around the campus and the small town surrounding it… But…

Yeah, showing up unprepared for the first class because you were fucking around right before it wasn’t a good way to impress your boss. And your bosses recommendation could, in today’s job environment, be the difference between a nice lab job and collecting sewage samples for the county as you walked through every sewer in the city.

The school wasn’t huge, so both lab sessions were fifteen students, Juniors and seniors.  He didn’t handle the 100-200 level labs, thank God. Presumably anyone in these classes knew what end of a pipette to use and why you didn’t sniff chemicals to see if they were good.

Hot the seniors don’t make issues. Well, that’s why Ta’s can control your lab grade.

Mark went through everything. The regents and samples were ready, the systems to analyze DNA and RNA were all ready to go, the self-test routines completing with comforting green indicators, the glassware was clean—not that Mark was gonna let them get away with just using  it. Nope, half of the class was to get everyone used to proper lab procedure and in a school where you didn’t have everything secured by pros, part of that procedure was cleaning your own gear at the beginning and end of every session. Finally he check the ventilation hoods. Granted, they wouldn’t be playing around with anything tha should  need them,  but “should” was the kind of word you didn’t want to depend on around chemicals.

But that took time, and by the time he was finished the sun had descended, the horizon turning deep purple as the lights of the town around the college started glowing, street lights, clubs and office buildings challenging the growing dark with their bright lights.

I figure hit the library, or just head home. His classes, grad level classes with about six other students, wouldn’t start until next week, so it wasn’t like he had to start working now… And Mark had no idea about how difficult the lab sessions he’d have tomorrow were.

“Whelp, time to finish up, then,” Mark said. He flipped the lights off, locked the door and started heading to the elevators, because he didn’t give a damn if it was just three stories, he was tired. But as he passed the closed offices, he blinked.

Cho’s still here?

“I cannot believe you are allowing that…that thing to stay!” her voice was angry. Mark walked up to her open door and looked inside. Professor Cho was on the phone, holding it up to her ear with one hand, the other one gesturing angrily to the empty air. “I was down there this afternoon, and it was even worse than I had thought. No, I am fully aware that the agreement was part of our bailout, but what if the city fathers get involved, given that we have a pornographic statue sitting in the middle of our public garden!”  She paused and put her free hand to her head, bending over the desk.

Mark appreciated her firm ass, especially when she absently pulled down on her skirt.

Bad Mark. No checking out the person who can fire you.

“Can’t you just ask them to… dress it? Put a robe on it?” She sighed. “No, I understand that we’re adults, but we already had demonstrations! What if a news reporter gets… No sir. I understand, sir. I know you’re new sir and I’m not trying to overrule you. Thank you.”  Then she slammed the phone down. “I can’t…” She took a deep breath. “I can’t believe that.”

“Ah, Professor Cho?”

“AH!” She shrieked in surprise, jumping up and spinning around. “How long have you—“

“Just now, I wanted to let you know that I had finished all the work in the lab, so everything’s ready for our first session.”

“That’s… That’s very good.” Professor Cho stood up, smoothing her skirt. “Did you ah, hear the conversation.”

Everyone on this floor could have heard it, if anyone was still here. “Ah, sorry, but you were sort of, um, loud. About the statue.”

“Yes! I went and saw it and it was just as bad as anyone claimed!”

“Okay, it’s not… great,” Mark said. Because I’m not gonna piss you off.  “It’s probably something that should be in a closed off area, so that a church group doesn’t stumble across it by mistake, but honestly, it’s… Not as terrible as a lot of stuff.” He shrugged. “I’ve seen worse in a lot of public art displays, so if people just ignore it, well, by next week it’ll be old news.”

From Cho’s glare, she didn’t seem to believe him.

“You seem… sort of more upset than… I’d expect?”

“It’s not what it is! It’s what it says!” Cho said.

Mark blinked at his professor. She was young for a professor, he bet not even thirty, yet.

“It says?”

“I saw it, you saw it. Look at that figure.” Cho shook her head. “It came from some fertility cult, remember, and what does it say?”

Big boobs are better?  Mark didn’t say that.

“No…” she bit her lip, which looked really fucking cute, even if she was his boss. “It’s… It’s saying that we have a destiny… that…” she licked her lips. “No, I mean, when you look at it, those tits, that body, it’s telling us…”  She trailed off, staring into space.

“Yes?”

“Oh! Right, it’s… implying our destiny, women’s destiny is to just be breeders to find a man and settle down…” Her voice trailed off again. “Anyway, it’s not appropriate. At all. I mean, the idea that we might just accept being bent over a desk and taken… that we’d just say…yes sir…”

Suddenly her eyes widened as she realized what she’d been saying.  “Ah, in any case,” she continued, face flushing red. “Thank you for your work and I don’t think anything else needs to be done, so you can go!”

“Right,” Mark said, shaking his head, leaving her as she, face still red, turned to do some paperwork.

And he realized, press her crotch into the corner of the desk…

On the way down, Mark wondered about her words.

Bent over a desk…  He could see that, someone pulling her skirt up and rolling her panties down as she panted and moaned, lifting her ass to be… taken… as she waited to be bred…

Mark blinked, and put his papers in front of him. Good thing it was late. Meeting someone might be an  issue given he had a hell of a boner…