Annalise Montgomery hurried to class, cursing herself for running late. She'd been up far too late last night, working.
Annalise was a cam girl. You wouldn't know it to look at her during the day - she had a habit of covering herself, she never wore make-up, and she had these big, thick-rimmed nerd glasses that she always wore to class. It was all in an attempt to hide her natural beauty; even just when she woke up in the morning, her hair a mess and her face entirely without make-up, she looked like she had stepped off of some fashion photoshoot with a bed-head theme. Never mind the effort others girls went to to accentuate their natural beauty - Annalise had to put effort into hiding hers. When she didn't, men and women alike stared and hit on her and it was incredibly distracting.
She was painfully shy, but that was only one of the reasons she disliked the attentions. The other reason was her sex drive. Annalise was raised in a rather conservative household, taught that wanting sex made her a slut, but she couldn't help it. She wanted it all the time. One particularly steamy look from an attractive classmate was often all it took to send her running to the nearest washroom to masturbate.
It seemed that her job as a cam girl was a safe release for her sexual tension - she never actually met any of the men who watched her and chatted with her, no one knew who she was, and she earned enough money from it to pay for her schooling, plus some left over for rent and other expenses. Of course, it was also the reason she was late for class on the first day - last night, she'd been having a particularly steamy conversation with one of her regular viewers and she'd gone way over time, went to bed far later than she should have, and slept through her alarm.
The world was apparently conspiring against her today, because her lateness meant that she showed up to class with her hair still maintaining that sexy bed-head appearance because she hadn't had time to fix it, and she'd put on a v-neck shirt this morning that showed off more of her cleavage than she would have wanted, and already it had earned her several glances and cat-calls. She hadn't responded to any of the men calling to her, of course, but it did mean that she was already wondering when she'd be able to slip away for a bathroom break. And class hadn't even started yet!
She rushed into the laboratory classroom with barely thirty seconds to spare, drawing the attention of one of the lab techs.
"Oh, great, I was worried we had an uneven number of students in the class this year." She smiled at Annalise and motioned toward one of the lab benches where a tall, dark-haired man was sitting facing away from her and toward the front of the class. "He'll be your lab partner for the semester. Go on over and take your seat, please."
Annalise was a cam girl. You wouldn't know it to look at her during the day - she had a habit of covering herself, she never wore make-up, and she had these big, thick-rimmed nerd glasses that she always wore to class. It was all in an attempt to hide her natural beauty; even just when she woke up in the morning, her hair a mess and her face entirely without make-up, she looked like she had stepped off of some fashion photoshoot with a bed-head theme. Never mind the effort others girls went to to accentuate their natural beauty - Annalise had to put effort into hiding hers. When she didn't, men and women alike stared and hit on her and it was incredibly distracting.
She was painfully shy, but that was only one of the reasons she disliked the attentions. The other reason was her sex drive. Annalise was raised in a rather conservative household, taught that wanting sex made her a slut, but she couldn't help it. She wanted it all the time. One particularly steamy look from an attractive classmate was often all it took to send her running to the nearest washroom to masturbate.
It seemed that her job as a cam girl was a safe release for her sexual tension - she never actually met any of the men who watched her and chatted with her, no one knew who she was, and she earned enough money from it to pay for her schooling, plus some left over for rent and other expenses. Of course, it was also the reason she was late for class on the first day - last night, she'd been having a particularly steamy conversation with one of her regular viewers and she'd gone way over time, went to bed far later than she should have, and slept through her alarm.
The world was apparently conspiring against her today, because her lateness meant that she showed up to class with her hair still maintaining that sexy bed-head appearance because she hadn't had time to fix it, and she'd put on a v-neck shirt this morning that showed off more of her cleavage than she would have wanted, and already it had earned her several glances and cat-calls. She hadn't responded to any of the men calling to her, of course, but it did mean that she was already wondering when she'd be able to slip away for a bathroom break. And class hadn't even started yet!
She rushed into the laboratory classroom with barely thirty seconds to spare, drawing the attention of one of the lab techs.
"Oh, great, I was worried we had an uneven number of students in the class this year." She smiled at Annalise and motioned toward one of the lab benches where a tall, dark-haired man was sitting facing away from her and toward the front of the class. "He'll be your lab partner for the semester. Go on over and take your seat, please."