Answering My Professor’s Personal Craigslist Ad – Charlie’s Adventures #2

This is a continuation of Charlie’s life. I will be posting her ‘adventures’ in a non-chronological order, just as they come to me. But I’m really wanting to go a bit further with this story, and maybe make it into several parts. As you finish the story, you’ll realize how this can become a series within my Charlie series. Please comment about things you’d love for Charlie and her professor to do, or any other ideas. And remember, feel free to PM me on the Forum site with any ideas. And always, rate and review! Enjoy 😉

As I sit in my News Writing and Editing course, I browse through the Craigslist job ads and click on each one that catches my interest. My professor, Professor Owens, talks excitedly about a current new trend occurring through the journalistic universe. He’s a pretty attractive man, has to be in his late forties, early fifties. He has “salt and pepper” hair and is scruffy. Since day one of class, I have found him extremely charming, as do most girls in the classroom. He’s always happy to teach and always willing to help me in any sort of assignment.

I yawn softly, just not wanting to pay attention in class, until I stumble upon an ad mixed in the Personal and Jobs section of the website. I bite my bottom lip and click on it, my eyes widening as I continue reading.

*Looking for help in personal office: filing, organizing, grading papers and exams, etc. Position may also include house chores and errand-running. If agreed to, personal favors are also expected and will be paid very well. (Up to $1,000 per day)

Outfit required: black button down blouse, black pencil skirt, red lace bra and panties–thong preferred–and black or red heels. Please also paint finger nails red, wear red lipstick and wear hair in high ponytail.

Please call XXX-XXX-XXXX if interested.*

Up to $1,000?! I quickly jot down the address in my planner and practically run back to my apartment just off campus at the end of the day to call the number.

I called and spoke to a man, who sounded oddly familiar, and after a short interview–with no mention of the “personal favors”–he agreed that I would have a one day trial run. I would be getting paid as if I was already hired and there was no doubt that I needed the money.

My name is Charlotte “Charlie” Martinez, only loved ones are allowed to call me Charlotte. I am a 5’10 Hispanic girl with curves in all the right places. I have a thick ass that guys love to stare at, perky C-cup breasts with medium brown nipples to match my naturally brown/tan skin. My dark brown, almost black hair hangs a at least half a foot below my breasts and I am in good shape, but still have meat and curves in the best places. I am a 21-year-old junior at the University of Texas and I have definitely had an interesting sex life. But I’m sure you already know that.

That call was made a week ago, it is now Friday and I am anxiously driving to the address in my GPS. I brush my slightly damp hands that are gripping my steering wheel too tight in the Texas summer heat.

As I step out of the car, I straighten my black pencil skirt and my slightly see through black button down blouse. My red lace bra is clearly visible through the shirt, but I didn’t think he’d mind. If my skirt were see through you’d be able to see the matching red lace thong. My long finger nails are painted a candy apple red and my thick lips are covered in a slightly deeper red color. My long dark brown hair is straight in a high ponytail and I even got rid of my contacts to add my thick, nerd-like looking glasses. I look like the stripper version of your favorite secretary.
I fix my black peep toe heels and walk up the steps to a gorgeous house.