Drs. Candy (Candace), Randy (Miranda), and Handy (Handan) hated their new jobs. Their selection wasn't random, either. Long admired as The Brains on campus by students and faculty alike, they were natural picks for the seemingly prestigious title of Faculty Ambassador for Retention and Teaching. At least, that's what they thought when they agreed to serve. Instead of focus groups, lesson plans and conferences, they found themselves with boob jobs, sleazy tattoos, cheap jewelry, and the sluttiest lingerie uniforms that money could buy. Gone were the days of their power suits. Now, they taught their classes with their boobs hanging out and wagging their asses while students ogled and snickered.
For the most part, they cleverly spun it as a play on breaking down assumptions and barriers about women. How good looks and bared skin didn't mean anything about how dumb or smart a woman was. That all changed two months later when administration made them run a telethon to raise money for the campus... and gave them new guidelines on how to talk and act, under the guise of giving potential donors what they wanted to see.
"Hey sexy, this is Brain FART Candy, what can I do ya for?" Candy giggled vapidly, jiggling her melons for the cameras.
"How about a nickel?" The guy on the other end of the line said. Clearly bullshitting, by his amused chuckle.
Which Candy would've called him on, if she had a choice. "I'm not THAT cheap, mister. Don't you wanna help my boobies?"
The blonde professor reached down and rubbed her hand into her soft cleavage. This made the guy pause. Perhaps he would donate a little something after all.
Dr. Handy wasn't quite as lucky, or as able to handle the change as her fellow Brain FARTs. She wrapped the phone cord around her hand and imagined strangling her current caller as she glared into the camera. "Look, asshole, I'm a tenured professor in Computer Science. I'm published in some of the top journals in my field, and I've been teaching for nearly 10 years now. I won't stand for you calling me up and insulting me over my-"
Dr. Handy suddenly jumped in her seat. Her warning vibe hit her clit hard, forcing a moan from her as heavy breathing pushed her breasts up where her bra couldn't hold them back. It did the trick. Composing herself, she wiped the sweat off her chest and started again.
"Teehee, sorry, I can be a real Brain FART sometimes. You're totally right, my quizzies need to be easy for dumbos like me."
The smallest but most tatted of the trio, Dr. Randy, had the hardest time selling herself in her role. She was meant to be the edgy relatable one between hypersexed bimbo Candy and stick-up-the-ass Handy, but her efforts always made her look and sound like an out of touch loser trying to fit in.
"Oh, um, yes, 6s and 9s are really hot. My vagina can fit all sizes. ... Why are you laughing?"
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Drs. Candy (Candace), Randy (Miranda), and Handy (Handan) hated their new jobs. Their selection wasn't random, either. Long admired as The Brains on campus by students and faculty alike, they were natural picks for the seemingly prestigious title of Faculty Ambassador for Retention and Teaching. At least, that's what they thought when they agreed to serve. Instead of focus groups, lesson plans and conferences, they found themselves with boob jobs, sleazy tattoos, cheap jewelry, and the sluttiest lingerie uniforms that money could buy. Gone were the days of their power suits. Now, they taught their classes with their boobs hanging out and wagging their asses while students ogled and snickered.
For the most part, they cleverly spun it as a play on breaking down assumptions and barriers about women. How good looks and bared skin didn't mean anything about how dumb or smart a woman was. That all changed two months later when administration made them run a telethon to raise money for the campus... and gave them new guidelines on how to talk and act, under the guise of giving potential donors what they wanted to see.
"Hey sexy, this is Brain FART Candy, what can I do ya for?" Candy giggled vapidly, jiggling her melons for the cameras.
"How about a nickel?" The guy on the other end of the line said. Clearly bullshitting, by his amused chuckle.
Which Candy would've called him on, if she had a choice. "I'm not THAT cheap, mister. Don't you wanna help my boobies?"
The blonde professor reached down and rubbed her hand into her soft cleavage. This made the guy pause. Perhaps he would donate a little something after all.
Dr. Handy wasn't quite as lucky, or as able to handle the change as her fellow Brain FARTs. She wrapped the phone cord around her hand and imagined strangling her current caller as she glared into the camera. "Look, asshole, I'm a tenured professor in Computer Science. I'm published in some of the top journals in my field, and I've been teaching for nearly 10 years now. I won't stand for you calling me up and insulting me over my-"
Dr. Handy suddenly jumped in her seat. Her warning vibe hit her clit hard, forcing a moan from her as heavy breathing pushed her breasts up where her bra couldn't hold them back. It did the trick. Composing herself, she wiped the sweat off her chest and started again.
"Teehee, sorry, I can be a real Brain FART sometimes. You're totally right, my quizzies need to be easy for dumbos like me."
The smallest but most tatted of the trio, Dr. Randy, had the hardest time selling herself in her role. She was meant to be the edgy relatable one between hypersexed bimbo Candy and stick-up-the-ass Handy, but her efforts always made her look and sound like an out of touch loser trying to fit in.
"Oh, um, yes, 6s and 9s are really hot. My vagina can fit all sizes. ... Why are you laughing?"