the Pendants: Chapter 4

When Patricia walked out of the building, the sun just seemed to be brighter, and the whole world felt better. Maybe it was the way her tits were moving under her sweater, as a college student stared at them and almost walked into a tree as she passed him.

Patricia giggled. That was so cool. Guys had never looked at her like that before. It was always “Dean that” and “Dean this” and never “Man, you a fucking killer rack!”

She giggled again at the vulgarity. But right now she had—

“Hieee!” Nanci was running up the steps, wearing a pair of gold shorts that conformed to her killer ass and a halter top that left nothing to the imagination.

“Hi!” Patricia said, mentally measuring herself for the same look. A halter top would really show off my tits… Make it so that everyone could see her nipples, and it’d be…

Not professional.

Patricia pulled herself away from her happy thoughts of showing her fucking hot body off, back to what she needed to do to convince everyone to join up with the new dress code. She fingered her pendant and then moaned at the way the cool metal just seemed to send little electrical shocks through her skin. But…

She looked at Nanci and frowned at her clothing. Sure, it was hot but it’d be just the wrong thing to show off to all the other teachers. Janice Chan would totally freak out and tell everyone how it was sexist and then nothing would get done, and they might even have to close the college.

Worse, they might even tell Patricia to give her pendant back, and that’d be terrible. There was something just incredibly cool about wearing the pendant, showing off, letting everyone know…

She pushed her legs together and moaned softly, then shook her head and looked at Nanci.

“Like, um, Nanci?”

“Yeah?” Nanci was staring at some guys trotting along the quad, and they were looking back.

At both of them.

Too bad there aren’t more guys here, but one the other hand, two girls for every guy… Patricia licked her lip at the image that conjured. Okay, not as good as if the guys outnumbered girls because getting gang-banged by some guys had to be hot as hell, but…

Yeah, that probably wouldn’t go over. “Um, yeah, so maybe I should talk to the other professors. They can be…”

“Stuck up sluts?” Nanci giggled. “I mean, yeah, I was like that.”

“Was?”

Nanci giggled. “U-huh! I was, like, a totally stuck-up lawyer, didn’t have any friends or anything but now…” she spun around, her tits looking like they were about to escape their confinement.

Patricia licked her lips, wondering what Nanci’s tits would taste like. She’d never thought about that before, not with another girl.

God, she was stuck up as well. Why not go down on another girl?

“So you were like a lawyer?”

“Uh-huh!” Nanci said. “Me ‘an the other girls. You know, we didn’t have any guys at all, but now we do, and they’re soo…” She looked around and giggled. “Big!”

“Yeah,” “Patricia murmured. She could imagine it. Working in some boring office and then… A guy coming in and unzipping and showing off his big fucking cock as he bent you over that desk, all those stupid papers and stuff getting scattered around as that man, with his big, firm muscles, just bent the attorney over the desk, her tits squashing down as he flipped her dress up and tore her panties off—if she’d been wearing panties. After all, what kind of woman would wear panties when she knew that a man wanted to fuck her…

Patricia took a deep breath. Yeah, she could see why you’d want some big guys in your office. But first…

“Um, Nanci, like I have to ask you a favor.”

“Sure! We’re besties!” Nanci said as she jumped up and down, and once again, Patricia really wanted to just bury her face between those glorious bouncing orbs…

Right. She had a job to do. “So, um, yeah, if you meet with the other teachers, they may act like um… jerks.”

“Stuck up bitches?” Nanci asked.

Patricia giggled. “Frigid sluts!”

One of the students whipped her head around to stare at Patricia as her voice carried. Blushing, she hurried on.

“Uh-huh! So… you want me to stay out.”

“Yeah…” Patricia said. “It’d be great.”

“Okay! I spent last night with Tom.”

Wait. What? “Tom? He’s like twenty one!”

“I know, and he’s super built…” Nanci giggled. “He came in me like, three times, and he was worried that he might get me all knocked up!”

“What’d you say?”

“That’s the fun, wondering if this is gonna… you know, be your time.” Nanci giggled. “Monica was all ‘I’m gonna be a professional, and I don’t need no kids!’ and now she’s as big as a house and happy as a clam!”

Pregnant? Patricia had never been pregnant, she’d never wanted to be… but now that she was thinking of it. Bent over, without any protection, wondering if this was going to be it, when he was going to fill up her tight little womb with his seed, breed her…

Patricia moaned softly. Then she shook her head. No! Bad Patricia! No thinking about what a big cock could do to you until you got all the other slut—I mean, professors to agree.

And with that, Patricia winked at Nanci and walked off. She had to get the box. “Have fun with Tom!” she called.

“I will!” Nanci said, turning around and swaying off back towards the dorms.

With that, Patricia walked to her office, making certain to keep the sway in her hips.

It’s gonna be fucking great!

Inside was the box, sitting on her desk. Patricia walked towards it, opening it up and smiling at the little boxes revealed within. She opened one up and held up its choker, a gleaming emerald set into the metal. She held it up to the light and giggled before bringing it down to her mouth.

“Muwah!” she said after she kissed it. It was gleaming and pretty, almost as pretty as her own bit of bling. Patricia wondered whose neck it would go around. Penny, Janice, and maybe Cho with her stuck up attitude.

“There’s someone who can use a good fucking,” she told the empty air. Then Patricia put everything back in the box, closed the lid, and picked it up. It was time to go talk to the other professors.

Time to show off to the other professors.