She dressed carefully that day. A cute blue dress that hugged her curves fitted over a white push up bra and matching panties. She slipped her pedicured feed into her favorite heels – they showed off her floral foot tattoo – and grabbed her book bag and purse. She was going to meet with Professor Walker.
Professor Walker was a striking, older professor of roughly 40 years old. He taught music composition and history as well as private bass lessons. She’d had a free elective and had loved her music history course with him last semester. She had no real interest in learning to play bass but figured it couldn’t hurt and more time with the professor definitely wouldn’t hurt. She hustled across campus to make it on time and showed up slightly out of breath. The door was closed but she could hear papers shuffling inside. She knocked.
A muffled voice from inside the room called, “Come in!”