Thread: Beautiful Little Secret [Chai & Reydan]

Professor Dwayne Johnson's eyes trailed over the audience in the small lecture hall. They just...seemed so young. They were currently swiveled around in their chairs, swapping notes and discussing in small groups. The last week of reading had been complicated, a series of case studies and problems to work through, and Dwayne was one of those lecturers who liked to ensure that his students had fully processed the information. Though, to be honest, it was also an opportunity to catch a breath. All lecturers had their tactics - when he was a grad student Dwayne's supervisor over at UCLA had pretended to be too old and curmudgeonly to work his projector properly and, while they had waited for someone from ICT to come and ''fix'' it he'd taken a moment to himself as the students chatted. Being 'on' all the time could be...exhausting. As it was, Dwayne simply leaned back against the wood of the desk. His six foot frame was tall and bulky, hardly what you might expect of a college professor, but in a previous life he'd been a warehouse worker, stacking shelves and hauling crates to help pay tuition. Nowadays he wasn't in quite as peak physical form, but a fair bit of the old strength and power remained. He exhaled, looking out through the window into the golden autumn sunlight. It would start to get dark in a couple of hours, the days growing short as the cold descended on the city. He missed the young Korean girl slip out, his lazy gaze only catching the flash of her dark hair and light sweater as she slipped out through the door. Still, he wasn't concerned. They were adults, the students, and could do as they pleased. They knew the importance of being in class and how to manage their time - most of them got there in the end. Besides, he hadn't got into this line of work to police bathroom attendance like some High School Hall Monitor. ... Why had he gotten into this? He reached up, rubbing his bearded chin thoughtfully. A light stubble peppered his face, the thirty-two year old conscious it was yet another thing that marked him out from the youngsters sitting on the banked seats in front of him. Research had been his life for almost a decade. Getting a PhD was hard, getting a job was harder, and all of that was near impossible if you weren't a white man. Now, finally, he had some level of success. A little security. The chance to.... brrrp brrrp brrrp His phone on the wood, vibrating softly, caught his attention. He had just a moment to register that familiar logo, a smile creeping over his face, before he slipped it into his pocket and pushed off from the table. 'Ok ok gang' he said, his deep voice carrying easily over the chatter. As they looked at him, he inclined his head towards the door. 'Off you go'. As they rose, he spoke louder, over the din of folding chairs and bags being repacked. 'Remember - this next assignment is solo work and triple credit. You know when my office hours are and where, so don't suffer in silence.' As they filed out, he leaned back against the far wall and tugged out his phone. His dark lips creased into a grin. Artful. A soft, arching, female torso with breasts thrust towards the camera, dark nipples almost aching to be touched. This girl was a particular find. Not that he'd been indulging in this sort of thing for very long. His dark fingers moved over the glass screen in reply. 'Very nice...can just imagine rolling those nipples between my fingers. Perhaps you can show me what would happen after that?' and send. He glanced back up and they were all gone. He exhaled. Long day.