Act 1:
A Gathering
Yes, that’s me getting a blow-job from my business ethics
professor. No, it’s not the first time.
“Has anyone ever started a church to make money?”
My professor looks up at me with a semi-erect penis in her mouth and
says, “Arr ew eriouf?”
Apparently, talking shop is on her list of no-nos, at least mid BJ.
“Yeah, this isn’t working for me anyway.” I pull out and pull
up my Calvin Klein Jeans. A Ben Sherman button-up hangs snug on my
shoulders and I catch a glimpse of cellulite on her ass and almost
throw up. Her office hours are usually half-spent talking to the
other MBA students and half-spent with me in or around her mouth.
It’s not the fact that she’s hot, because she’s not, it’s
about power.