Sarah Tressler Stripper Professor !

      "Okay, she's a hooker. So what?
      Her credentials are excellent and her classroom is packed.
      Let's face facts our university is tanking in enrollment.
      We need this cutie pie, like the Republicans need Sarah Palin.
      Let's just suck it up and let her strut her stuff."
      Dean Ahole bellowed at his faculty.

      "I'd like to say bravo. Let's stop thinking like liberal arts farts.
      Nobody needs a BA anymore, except civil servants and more damn teachers.
      The money schools are in Germany, China and India. It's all about international
      banking and GM factories in Argentina for Christ sake.
      Let Sarah do her Stripping classes, maybe pole dancing is a sport."
      Professor Muzzy added his support to the Dean.

      "Look. I'm not a prude. Have any of you attended a strip club?
      Professor Tresslor does lap dances for $20.
      She has admitted to going on dates with men she met a the strip club.
      There is a fine line between entertainment and prostitution."
      Professor Kerry Land glared at Sarah Tressler.

      Sarah Tressler stood up from her metal folding chair and arched her back.
      She put one foot up on the chair and unclipped her ruffled skirt, tossing it
      over Professor's Kerry's head.
      Standing with her legs spread and both high heeled feet firmly placed on
      the floor, Sarah let loose her blouse and threw it over Muzzy's face.
      "I am a free bitch!" she shouted.
      Then, walked proudly out of the Dean's office down the schools hallway.

      "I like her." Muzzy smiled and sniffed Sarah's blouse.
      "She is walking half naked through our school!" Professor Kerry scowled
      at Professor Muzzy.
      "Ehm. It's like a swim suite." Muzzy sipped his tea nervously.
      Dean Ahole smiled, "Let's just let the girl have her day. She's a gold mine
                                    and we need the cash."
      Muzzy gave the Dean a standing applause.
     
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