Business learnings?

I came into being a teacher because of a passion for the job. I great corporate career going with a leading firm, great bucks and perks and then suddenly realisation dawned that all I was doing here was following and executing my boss’s mandate. It was a complete downhill after that. One fine day, out of the blue, I put in my papers. “It’s a stupid decision”, my boss told me. So be it. I was determined to go.

I easily got in as a lecturer at a business school. The thing about teaching is that inside the classroom the teacher is the boss. There is a draft course outline, but the teacher can work it around his own way. This is what attracted me to the job. And in a way, I have been a born teacher. The only sad part here is that the pay sucks. Well, like they say, you can’t have everything.

I wear spectacles, short hair, moustache and have a scholarly look. Not nerdy. Am lean and about 5ft 6 inches. I can easily disappear in a crowd and am not easily noticed. That’s an advantage and it allows me to go on with my work without much of an effort or hindrance. People do not see me as a threat.

The college I work has more than a hundred faculty members plus the usual troupe of research assistants and administrative staff. Its impossible to know everyone and well, at some point of time I don’t care. There is so much work and so little time.

This story is about Rita Toffer. She taught Organisational Behaviour. One thing in common was that both of us attended very few faculty meetings. I am sure the dean must have hated us. But, because of not attending meetings, we never knew the existence of each other.

A bunch of foreign students were to arrive on campus for a three week localisation study. This essentially meant that in three weeks time we were to teach them everything they did in an MBA with a perspective of my country. Me and Rita were assigned to be in charge of this particular batch. “I’m Rita”, she introduced herself on the telephone. Those were good first words. I hate teachers who introduce themselves as “Professor X” or “Doctor Y”. Many sort of fall in love with their tittles.

(I’ll call my self Robert Lukas)

“Thanks for calling Rita, Bob here. Guess we have some enjoyable time lined up.” She laughed. “If you are not very busy, can I drop by your cubicle and finalise the session plans for the localisation program?” “Sure”, I answered. I wanted to finish this fast and get on with my reading.

Rita walked in with a warm smile. “Welcome”. I remembered seeing here on campus earlier. She was pretty. Two most noticeable things: her hair and her smile. Just after her call I researched her on the college intranet to find out about the ‘commodity’ that I was going to have to deal with. She had a brief profile. But nothing negative. She had loads of publications, while I had the bare minimum to remain tenured. The photograph on the profile made me recognise her.

.........need rita.....

Rita smiled at him as she stepped fully into the room. Her long, black hair was pulled into a thick braid that trailed down her spine, hitting just below the small of her back. Strong, blue eyes with growing laugh-lines set a shocking bit of color to her otherwise slightly pinkened skin. With a snazzy business pant-suit, she could be quite intimidating, even for her small height of 5'5". But her kind face ruined that concept right away.

"Well, Robert. We finally meet." She reached over to him, extending her hand. "I'm really looking forward to this little...adventure."

I am a sucker for sweet smiles and long hair. Rita had both. But it was like the perfectly right thing at the perfectly wrong place. I had more important things to do right now. Pretty women could wait.

When he said nothing, she just let her hand fall. "Well, then, let's get to work, shall we?"

Without another word, she sat across from him setting her briefcase on the floor and pulling out some folders. Now, she was all business.

"So, I have the charts for the sessions that we discussed, but I'd just like to make sure everything is in place. If I've got anything wrong just point it out." Handing over the papers, she asked, "Just how many students will we have again?"

Wow, the girl had done her homework. She had the things perfectly in order. "There should be 22"

I know the papers are in order. But its my male ego does not let me accept, "Why don't you leave the papers here. I'll check and get back to you. Seems OK, but I'll have to confirm"

I notice you lovely hands and beautifully manicured fingers. I see an irritated look into your eyes. Beautiful yes, but I could care less.

She gave him a knife-like smile. "Well, these are your copies. I made sure to make enough for two. You have my cell, so you can call when you're done...confirming."

He didn't want to be even slightly polite, fine. She didn't have to deal his way. But she would not be rude.

Clipping her case closed again, she stood back up. "I know you're busy, and so am I so, we'll talk later, I assume. We start on Monday, so don't take too long on those documents. I'd like to have a definite schedule a few days in advance."

She nodded once at him with a quick, "Good day," and left. What an irritating man...

She left. Good. Rita was a smart lady, and a hard worker. I have always believed that Hard workers must be allowed to work hard, and so I decided to try and let Rita do as much of the administration work as I could offload to her.

Maybe some other time, some other place, I would have loved to spend time with her. Maybe have a cup of coffee. But making friends was not what I was here for.

I picked up my morning newspaper the next day. Front page, sports and then straight to business section. The editorial page had the usual crap about things I hardly believe in. Why the hell was so much paper wasted on writing such nonsense.

Somewhere, a byeline caught my eye, it was an article by Rita. Ahh, so the lady writes too. Well I knew that most of the things written here were crap, but I thought I should give Rita's piece a look. Maybe a ten second glance.

Unfortunately, the article made sense. Rita clearly knew what she was writing about. I agreed with her analysis 100%. As soon as I reached the University I sent a one liner email to Rita, " read your article in FT, it was decent"

As she was working on some papers from her classes, her computer dinged out her email. Quickly, she looked over, clicking on Bob's, and read. Her lips curved into a smirk.

Hitting the reply button, she quickly typed, "Thanks. Read your work, too. It was decent."

She chuckled to herself, pressing send, and went back to her grading with a roll of her eyes.

She calls my work 'decent'? It is damn good. Way over the articles that she has gotten printed in that editorial. People like her will never understand.

I need to edit the papers that she has left here. But that is not urgent. I am sure Rita can wait.

It was an end of a good day at office. I was moving out to swap my card. Rita was as the other end of the corridor chatting with some people. Ahh, so thats how she used her time at campus. She was having a nice time it seemed. Just wondering what she would be under her business suit. Maybe if she wore somthing informal she might actually look good.

Her body was dancing in a way. Moving as she talked and laughed. And her hair sort of exhaggerated the movement. She did stand apart from the crowd.

Suddenly it dawned that I had been stuck at that place for almost 5 minutes now. Move, i said to myself, there are better things in life,.. The UNiversity is full of such good lookers.

She caught Bob's eye just as she was leaving her friend and smiled. Taking her time, she walked over to him.

"So, Robert, ready for Monday? It's been a while since I played the tour guide, so I'm a little excited about it. I'm sure the students will fall in love with some of the places we'll show them."

She had a friendly demeanor and a nice smile. It was easy to see how she could get dragged into conversation. Yet, behind her smile was still a measure of quiet strength.

Good think was that Rita was ready to play the tour guide. I would tag along and then move away in between. I wouldn't want to destroy her enthusiasm of guiding a bunch of pleasure seekers.

"Sure Rita. I hope you have done your homework. We are a team and I wouldn't want to look bad because of your under preparation"

I turned away to move and was facing a gang of girls supposedly studying. I could see the ass crack of the student not facing me. One of the girls had a very loose green T shirt and the way in which she was bent over her books gave me a very good view into her big boobs. Why couldn't these females dress sensibly? This is a pain here. So much control is needed. I had heard of some teachers having affairs with their students, if students were going to dress up like this, I could sympathise with them. I was getting slightly heated up under my pants, best strategy was to move on.

Why couldn't life be straight?

Her face flushed in mild irritation, but her smile didn't drop. "Well, that's not an issue. I've loved the history of this place since I became a teacher. There are some fascinating stories going round."

She leaned closer, almost conspiratorially. Her v-neck pulled away from her skin, hinting at the swell of her breasts. Yet, she leaned just so, not enough to flash, but enough to send signals to his imagination. She, however, seemed oblivious.

"Have you heard about the one on the Firling tower?" Even though she was talking on the bell tower in campus square, her eyes were taking in the way Bob's sight was distracted by the...women...studying. If Bob weren't there, she would have subtly hinted that their clothing could use some extra covering. She hated the fashion of today. All flesh and no imagination.

The day had been decent. I was mentally checking out how much of my plans had I acheived as I lay in bed. Tomorrow I did not have any classes. But had to go around with the foreign students. It was a waste of precious time, but I could not do much about it.

I was thinking about Rita. That i was thinking about her surprised me, but I was. What did she mean by bending towards me. These women, I can't understand them.

I was imagining what she would be wearing tomorrow. Maybe instead of her usual trousers, she would wear a smaller skirt. How would her legs be? On the edge of drowsiness, I visualised Rita going home and undressing for her bath. I was in a way invisible. But the picture was very hazy. I did not know who the female i was seeing was. But her name sure was Rita.

As she came up on campus, prepared for the day, it was slightly breezy and warm. Dressed for the weather, she wore a knee-length white skirt with a white, scoop-neck blouse. Even though she looked breezy, she still had that air of professionalism.

When she spotted Robert, she smiled and came over to him. "Mister Lukas, I hope you're ready for a day of..****..." She smirked in her sarcasm, propping one hand on her side. The opposite side of her shirt went up because of that, showing a little of her hip, and the shallow indent of the deep that lead down.

"Nice day to do it, at least."

Oh, thank you dear wind. Rita had beautiful legs. Very evenly tanned and superbly exercised. Rita should be working out that means. They were neither those pencil thin nor the thunder thighs variety. Just beautiful. Maybe even sexy. Will the wind blow again? What is the colour of her underwear?

"Fun?" I asked her with a puzzled look. "Please let me know what part of this day you refer to as fun. I am here to do what has been assigned to me. If there is some way you intend to make it fun, please be my guest. I am at your service."

The wind was blowing her hair all over her face. She had a hard time keeping her face clear of her straight hair. I could sense her discomfort in trying to hold her skirt down. I was hoping for another gush of wind. I smiled at my odd ideas and looked straight at Rita. Yeah girl, let me know what your fun is. Don't know about her, but my fun had in a way begun!!

"You are determined to be a pessimist, aren't you?" She sighed, pulling a free hair-tie from her purse as she snagged her locks and quickly braided them back from her face. "At least be nice to the students. They didn't come here to have a bad time. Maybe a boring one, but not a bad one."

The first half of the day had been devoted to site-seeing around campus. It was better than jumping right in to teaching mode when they had come all this way to learn about MBA. They could at least give them a short breather before attacking their minds.

Holding her skirt in place, now, they waited as the students met at the alloted site. This was definitely going to be...interesting...if anything, especially with Robert Lukas by her side. She held in a sigh. She may not like this part of the job, but she was not willing to make it dull--that would be unprofessional.

It was already 9:31. The students were supposed to here by 9:30. Here I was standing supposedly having fun. "Hey Rita, are you sure you told the students that they were supposed to be here at 9:30, or did you forget? I can't be here waiting all day."

I love watching females play with their hair. As soon as I could see her full face I realised that Rita was irritated. But that was her business. It was her job to see that the students were communicated. She should have been more careful. "Rita, I hope you plan to act on the charts that you have made. Making them is one thing and doing is another. Did you read through the corrections I had made Rita?" I was blunt and sharp. She can call me a pessimist or what ever she wants. it was a free country. But I had to ensure that the job was done properly.

"And being nice to the students is not mentioned in my job profile. I have to just SHOW THEM AROUND and then ensure that they get their classes and go back home without major scratches on themselves. Ahh, Rita, did you get some different job role from what I got? Or have you made some plans of you own?"

She smiled ever so sweetly at him. "No, Bob. I got the same schedule as you, and YES, I paid attention to your remarks. I will go by the book as much as is necessary, but I plan on having as much fun with this as I see fit. I'll at least try and make it entertaining for them. All you have to do is sit back and watch until you teach. Is that fair?"

Just then, their group of students were coming their way. "Well, it looks like the calvary arrived." She smiled needle-sharp towards Bob. "I hope you can contain your joy. We don't want to scare them off, now, do we?"

As they got closer, she turned away from him, turning on her brightest smile. "Hello, everyone. My name is Rita Toffer, and this is Robert Lukas. We'll be leading you around campus before lunch today, and a little bit afterward before we begin your studies. I hope you're wearing good shoes, because this is going to be some fun walking."

As the students snorted at her sarcasm, she just grinned, forgetting her irritation and enjoying the crowd for the moment. "Well, if you don't, I promise to make it interesting for you. Fair?" As they agreed in various ways, she called out, "Follow me."

"Excuse me class", I had to shout. I tried to be as nonchalant as possible. "Please try to observe and remember what Dr Toffer tells you. Note the library and yeah very important the restroom locations", yeah I could joke a bit too. The collective chuckle indicated that they understood that this was a joke. Rita was smiling too..aha, so she could smile at my joke, good.

"Guys just look around and get the feel of the campus. It is a great place with an amazing history. A lot of people whom you idolise have been here before you walking these same steps. You have a chance to be a part of history so let it soak in." I was enjoying Rita's puzzled look. "Dr. Rita is very well aware of the campus and will be describing as much as she can. I will fill in where ever she misses something. So don't worry about your shoes, if your heart is at the right place you will have a good time today. Tomorrow is Dr. Rita 's class so I can't promise anything for that, but I will ensure a good outing today"

A very beautiful coup. So here Rita was the local sight seeing advisor and I was the expert. Rita dear must be fuming, but nothing in my job profile says that I must keep her in good spirits. You have a lot to learn lady.

"So Dr. Rita, ready to begin?"

He was going to do everything in his power to make her hate him, wasn't he? That was fine. She was more professional than that; she'd ignore it...for now. He was going to get a royal chewing-out after she was out of the public eye.

She continued on with the tour, making sure she expounded upon each building with fervor, and missed no details so Bob couldn't jump in. She had the group up in chuckles and laughter on more than one occasion throughout the tour, and in no time, it was time to stop for a bite to eat.

She lead the group to their cafeteria, explained how they should go about it, and then stepped to the back to allow them to go. She was getting fairly tired. Projecting for this group had been tough, and she was very glad she wasn't wearing heels. Yet, none of this showed as she moved to the end of the line, standing with Bob.

Her scoop-neck was dipping a little lower, showing a little more of the swell of her breasts, as her arms were crossed beneath her chest. She'd gotten more than her fair share of standing in front of them and having all of those college-age boys looking her over. She knew Bob wouldn't. Thank goodness for that small favor.

"Having fun, Bob?" She asked airily. Internally, she braced herself for her cynicism and the after-affect of her irritation.

"Oh Rita, not exactly. But I'll say a yes if you want me to and it makes you feel good. I had kinda higher expectations from you when you said 'fun' for the first time. I can be patient, don't worry"

I had been following her all throught the morning. It was good to see her explain things to the students. Her skirt ensure that I saw more of her body than usual. She was quite better than a totem pole that I had expected. Her calf muscles were nicely toned. And the wind gods had given a very beautiful peek in the morning. Can't say anything about her brains, but she sure had good legs.

I could see a few male students in the group eyeing her. Looking decent can sure compensate for grey matter. Did she wear the scoop neck on purpose? I'd love to go in front and have a look at what the students were seemingly staring at. I was a few inches behind her. I stole a glance at her chest. I knew I was acting stupid, but heck. I wanted that blouse to go slightly further away from her skin. Wish I had some Super X men powers that could command fabric to move.

I could sense some movement of my organ. It would look really stupid to sport an erection here. I had to break this.

" Say Rita, why don't we get bite for ourselves? Unless you are on some special diet of course. "

She grinned and gave a soft chuckle that held no humor. "Oh, Bob, I wouldn't subject myself to that torture. Just being on this tour with you is enough. And, for your information, I'm not an alien, so I eat just as well as everyone else. Not every woman is on a diet. It's foolish, especially when there's no need."

She had to stop herself. Her tongue was getting ahead of her. Yet, she wanted so badly to knock him down a few steps. That would have to wait. She was in front of students right now, and giving the school a bad name in the face of her irritation, even with a man who deserved the scalding her tongue would lash him with, was not on the agenda.

"Either way, we're required to stay with the students, Professor, if you recall the chart correctly. It would be absolutely shameful to leave them on their own, wouldn't you agree?" Even so, she couldn't stop the scathing sarcasm that seemed to drip from her tongue. Well, just a little bit of sarcasm wouldn't hurt them, would it? Besides, her voice was lowered, and they were in the back. No one was paying attention, anyway.

I was loving Rita's behaviour. She was showing her true colours now. Beautiful. I have noticed it with many people. They put on a professional facade but deep beneath they are still the same rude individualistic morons. Anyways, she looked better when she was angry.

"Ahh, thank you for informing me about the chart. I owe you one for that. So Dr. please, I am after you" I put my hands forward in a very chivalorous way asking her to proceed to the food counter queue. I was smiling and I was sure that she was bursting with anger inside. Maybe if I put the lunch on her head I wouldn't need a microwave..ha

I stole a glance at her chest for the few moments I was in front of her. The neck could have been a bit lower. She still had her arms crossed under her chest. It happens when one is very angry. And it increased my view. Hmm Rita dear, I'd love to sit in front of you for lunch.