The following day started all wrong for Ndoko. There was no hiding the fact that she woke up on the wrong side of the bed. After dragging herself to and from the shower, there came the harder part of her morning, picking an outfit for the day. She eventually settled for a long black skirt that had slits on both sides to her knees and a white top to go along with it.
She had large bangles on her right wrist, a silver wristwatch on her left wrist, and big black shades over her eyes to hide the fact that she was pissed. She was all set to go after turning off a few of her home appliances and grabbing a disposable cup of coffee alongside her car keys.
Her ride to school could have been more smooth but traffic was waiting for her. She sipped her coffee all the way to school down to her faculty, “faculty of Arts”. She held the remnant of her coffee in her left hand and a couple of her documents and her car key in her right hand as she waltzed through the faculty entrance, up the stairwells to her department and her office.
On her way up, she met the secretary and got a good morning from her but Ndoko replied with a grumble since she still had not forgiven the woman for ruining her wonderful sex dream from the day before. She said a little prayer at her door before entering her office.
She was still trying to set up her office when the secretary came to interrupt her good vibes for the second time in two days to notify her that the proposed meeting will be starting soon, therefore, Ndoko’s attention was needed in the conference room.
If looks could kill, Ndoko’s gaze would have strangled the woman ten times over.
She slammed her books on her desk and promptly left the office following the woman’s trail. In the conference hall, she was the only female in the midst of 5 male lecturers, all of whom were ahead of her in rank and age. They were all professors and she was a Doctor.
There was another woman too but she also is a professor and she is currently absent because she is on maternity leave.
With the woman around, she had been treated unfairly by her male counterparts but now that she was unavailable, things were worse for her. Them knowing that she was divorced did not help her situation.
They all wanted to get into her pants but she was not going to let them and they were not going to make life easy for her. Her female counterpart, even though was a professor, always urged Ndoko to do their bidding so they could let her be but she remained stubborn. Ndoko also is suspicious that the male professors have all slept with the woman and that was why they were nicer toward her. She took her seat amongst them, the secretary left, Ndoko’s “hello” was absentmindedly answered by the men.
Many things were discussed during the meeting but the bone of contention was that Ndoko was to take charge of a course for the 100-level students in place of Prof. Bolanle who had just put to bed. The idea did not sit well with Ndoko who already was in charge of most courses in the department.
She could not believe that these old men were giving her more work when they did less and earned more than her. Her shades did their job of hiding her bloodshot eyes. The meeting ended and the H.O.D dismissed everyone except Ndoko. Here they go again, the old pervert would try to cajole her into sleeping with him again, she just hoped he would not try to grope her today.
He came and sat at the edge of the table close to Ndoko’s seat and started explaining how he did all he could to make sure they did not add to her workload but he was overpowered by the other Profs.
With a pen in his hand, he shifted the only button space in her blouse and revealed her fresh-looking cleavage. She was so clean that the pores on her skin were evident. He said maybe if Ndoko gives him something for motivation, maybe he would fight for her better.
Ndoko was irritated by what he said but the residue of horniness in her body made her sit and let the H.O.D. use his pen to fully reveal her cleavage. Surprised that Ndoko had not stopped his excesses for the first time ever, Mr Kolade got bolder and dropped his pen. He dipped his hand in her blouse and grabbed her breast. He could not believe how firm it was in his palm.
Ndoko was fighting in her head. Should she leave this pleasure she has been dying for or should she just go through it, enjoy the pleasure and get the side benefits that come with it?
Her mind was made up in a split second. She got up regretting it. Her pant was wet for the second day in a row, she was aroused but did not get the satisfaction she wanted. Till she got to the door, a part of her body was screaming at her to go back to the H.O.D. and let him use her body to the satisfaction of them both.
It made her walk to the door slowly and she was so lost in thoughts that she did not realize Mr. Kolade was right behind her. His hands grabbed both her breasts the moment she tried to turn the door handle. He squeezed them together so hard and it felt so good that she could not hide her moan. He kissed her by the neck and said he had a son in the 100 level that he wanted her to help him look after but at the moment, he wanted her to look after him.
Ndoko was letting herself go, the pleasure ran through her vein and she could not deny that she was enjoying it. Yet, she could not let this old pervert have her so cheap in a conference room. With the last willpower left in her, she wriggled out of his grasp and headed for her office.
She sat in to take a breather from what had just happened to her. Some minutes into it, a knock came on her door, and before she could say “Jack” the person barged in. It was the class representative of the 100-level students and he had come to give Ndoko the timetable for the course she was to take.
She unleashed her frustrations on him and reprimanded him for being uncultured. She collected the timetable and sent him out.
That evening was spent complaining to Akemi about work but what Akemi was particular about was running away from the H.O.D. She felt Ndoko should have at least used the man to cure her sexual thirst and even get the benefits that came with it but Ndoko complained about the man’s age and that she was not interested in him at all.
Akemi came up with another terrible idea. Ndoko should pick one of the 100-level students to sleep with. It was a worse idea than that of the spa. Ndoko kept asking questions from morality to how feasible the plan was. Akemi said she had to just use her instincts. She needed to be in their midst without them knowing and then set traps to catch the ones willing.
Ndoko wondered how wild her sister truly was and how dumb her plan was but she did not rule it out. She was due to get some sexual satisfaction and desperation was beginning to set in.
Getting to the school premises the next day, she called upon the class rep for the 100 levels. He comported himself this time and their discussion went smoothly this time. They picked a time for class and when he was about to leave, she gave him a phone number for a new student that was joining the department newly for the class rep to add to their class group on Whatsapp.
Ndoko had already started working on the plan her sister gave her. That day, she was welcomed by the students. She gave a fake name and a fake picture with a fake story that she was not in school at the moment but would be needing the help of other students to keep him updated about tests and exams in school.
Now she was in their midst without them knowing and for the first few days, she had found out many secrets.
How the lecturers try to get the girls to sleep with them and other stuff. The group always had something juicy to discuss, down to friends sharing underwear and forming big boys in class. It was the perfect platform to set a trap and see what she would catch.
She tagged the class rep and asked him to host anonymously so they could air their secrets. He agreed and everyone agreed too. That night, a link was dropped and screenshots of messages started to come in. It started with people revealing their crushes and what they would like to do with them. Things got hotter when a message came in saying,
“Help me o, Prof. Kolade wants to sleep with me o, I pity him, he wants to have a heart attack”. The message did not surprise Ndoko since she knew who the man was but the end part of the text gave her chills that the girl was not turning down the sex.
The next message said, “Prof Kolade will fuck you sore, been there, done that, confirmed”. Dr. Ndoko could not believe this. What’s going on in the department? Do these girls have no shame? Everybody in the group had a comment or two regarding the last two messages.
It was the perfect time for Ndoko to set her trap. She hit the anonymous link and typed,
“Want to sleep with Dr. Ndoko, that woman is hot, she’s my crush”. She waited till the screenshot of the message was dropped in the group. The class rep captioned it with his opinion saying,
“Swears, I cannot lie, I dig that woman you, I will like to dig her somewhere else” There was uproar in the group with people asking him not to disguise, that he sent the initial message.
There was an argument over that before someone asked why he would even be interested in someone twice his age, an old woman. Ndoko felt down at the comment but she was defended by the class rep.
He said he saw her fresh cleavage the first time he went to fix classes in her office and she was shouting at him, he could not stop watching how her boobs were bouncing around her chest. He would like to recreate that scene again but his dick would either be in her pussy or her boobs and she would scream his name instead.
Ndoko’s pussy squirmed as she read the text. So, that day Prof. Kolade groped her, she forgot to adjust her blouse and unintentionally served people sightings of her cleavage. Well, well played Dr. Ndoko, one has been trapped.
Written by Reezy Sama
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