First Day at Vista U, Mark thought as he got out of the bus. He had a little apartment off campus, since they didn’t have any coed dorms here. Vista U was an all girls school—at least until they learned that not letting guys in was as bad for funding as not letting girls in. So now they were letting guys in.
Like Mark. He passed the vine covered entry way and looked around.
Girls. Lots of girls.
Cute girls, but they weren’t exactly approachable. The whole thing with shifting membership had annoyed a lot of people.
Mark took a deep breath. Fine. I’ll just be the good guy.
On the other hand, he thought as he glanced at and away from a pair of freshmen walking down the sidewalk, their tight asses shifting under their short skirts, it wasn’t all bad.
After all, nobody said you couldn’t look. He got to the quad, keeping track of other students, all female, and employees and faculty (mostly female). They all looked nice.
Just not happy to see him. Mark paused and frowned. He saw the garden was open, with some kind of sign in front of it, but there were…
Girls, waving placards?
Is it a demonstration?
Mark frowned, staring at the group. The placards were white with black writing on them. They went up, and then went down. He frowned, staring…
“No Statue?” What the hell? Then Mike shook his head and turned to head to the biology building. He had a professor to talk to.
He could take a look at the demonstration later.
Especially the part where some of the girls were really enthusiastically waving their signs, and even bras weren’t able to keep their tops from moving in… a pleasant manner.
But once he was inside, it was all white tile and professional architecture. Boring architecture.
He walked to the little directory, and looked down. “Okay… third floor. Professor Cho… right.”
Mark turned and got into the elevator, a cute redhead looking at him and snorting before she turned away.
Okay, one of the ones who wasn’t happy with the change. He shrugged and didn’t let on one important thing.
Turning away from him showed off a nice ass.
Finally, the door opened on another hallway, and Mark left, the girl waiting for the next floor.
“Now… Dr. Cho, Dr. Mary Cho—“
“Yes?” Mark tried not to yipe as he spun around, and then blinked. He’d figured Dr. Cho would be some kind of prune, but…
Okay, she looks nice. Not much over thirty he bet, a nice trim figure…and uh, right. Yeah.
“Hi, I’m here for the lab assistant internship?”
“Yes. You are.” She glanced at him. “Follow me.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
Her ass wasn’t bad, either.
When they got to the lab, Mark looked around. Normal looking lab, a little bit out of date compared to his hold school.
Which is probably why they didn’t hold the line on this. Federal funding could help with a multitude of issues.
“So, in addition to your own studies, you will help with introduction to biology. Do you feel confident?”
“Of course.” Mark nodded. “I’m perfectly capable of carrying out those duties.” And finishing up my senior year, and after that, maybe graduate school here.
He certainly wouldn’t mind Dr. Cho as an adviser.
“So, ah… Just as a question. What is the demonstration about?” Mark asked, gesturing at the window. “I didn’t want to be late.”
“That is due to the placement of a new statue,” she sighed. “The donation to assist with the campus’s restoration included a demand that this statue be placed in the garden. And it is a… rather inappropriate statue. I haven’t seen it personally, but even though it’s origins are unknown, but very old, some feel a… fertility idol is not something we want to show off.
Fertility idol?
“So a hunk of stone?”
“It is far more than that. As I said, I’ve only seen it in a few… pic-pictures.” Cho shook her head at her stutter, her expression annoyed. “Now enough with that. Let me show you the procedure to ensure that the students have properly stowed their gear. They may be college students, but some of them don’t behave like it…”
I think I’ll get a gander at that statue after this… Mark thought as he followed Cho into the lab.
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