You are Cindiana Jugs, part time college history professor, part time gorgeous knockout and full time adventuress. Your adventure begins like any other, you are teaching your class of bored college students about the many wonders of the early Egyptian dynasties, most of the guys are just staring at your firm, round bottom outlined so nicely by your tight brown skirt while the girls are dreaming of doing things besides listening to you ramble on about dried up dead people. Your class is a basic history class, one that all the students have to take so all of them are not there by choice, although there are a few history majors who seem to be interested in what you have to say. You turn back to face the class and all the male eyes in the room immediately zoom in on your chest, your full, heavy breasts filling out your white blouse and brown vest combo nicely, the two buttons you left opened exposing just the right amount of cleavage to keep the guys awake. You push an unruly strand of your thick brown hair away from your emerald eyes and pose a question to the class.

“Who can tell me what Pharaoh built the Great Pyramid of Giza?” You ask, your eyes roving over your students, feeling the heat of ten sets of lust-filled eyes devouring your curvaceous body. A not unhandsome youth near the back of the class raises his hand and speaks.

“King Khufu of the Fourth Dynasty had them built.” The young man answered correctly and you smiled.

“Very good, now, moving on to…” You trail off as the bell rings, signaling the end of your class period.

“Next week we’ll be talking about the Sphinx and its famous riddle, if anyone needs to see me I’ll be in my office after two.” You tell the students as they file past your desk, each one smiling or glancing at you as they go. The room empties and you gather up your papers and notebook from your desk, sliding them into your briefcase and snapping the clasps. You are scheduled to meet with Dr. Hungstud in just a few minutes, apparently the school has been contacted about obtaining some rare artifact and he wants to discuss it with you.

You smile at Dr. Hungstud’s secretary, a middle-aged yet still attractive woman named Myra who motions for you to go on in. You push the door open and Dr. Hungstud looks up from his desk and motions for you to have a seat in one of the chairs facing his desk. His office is full of books and papers; a globe sits dusty in one corner while a floor to ceiling window illuminates the room. You push the door closed behind you and take a seat, setting your briefcase down on the floor beside you. Dr. Hungstud smiles warmly and leans back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head as he admires your full figure.

“Hello Cindiana, shall we get down to the business of why I asked you hear or are you interested in another raise?” He asks, arching his eyebrows.