I should have said no. It is impossible to try to be a respectable professor to your students while only wearing a tiny bikini.I knew that from the moment I agreed. But my student Ethan had that boyish charm, the kind that made it difficult to resist when he flashed that confident smile.
"Professor Lin, come on," he had urged after class, leaning against my desk with the ease of someone who always got what he wanted. I couldn't help but admire his muscular arms, they were as big as my legs. "You always say we need to engage more with students outside of lectures. This is engagement." he checked out my tits hidden in my big sweater.
I had crossed my arms over my chest, feigning disinterest. "Frat parties aren't exactly what I meant."
"Not just any party," he grinned looking up at my Asian face. "It's gonna be classy. You, Professor Tan, Professor Mei... you should all come. No grading. No office hours. Just fun."
The way he said it made my pulse skip. It had been a while since I had let loose. I could probably convince my colleagues they always looked up to me. I wonder if it was a coincidence he mentioned the only female pretty Asian professors at UCLA.
That was how I found myself outside the grand, modern house that belonged to Ethan's fraternity. The music pulsed through the walls, and warm golden light spilled onto the driveway. My fellow professors, Mei and Tan, stood beside me, their heels clicking against the pavement.
I couldn't deny it--we stood out.
Mei, always effortlessly elegant, was the boldest of us when it came to fashion. Her sleek black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, perfectly framing her delicate features. She wore a fitted wine-red dress that clung to her petite, toned frame, the fabric hugging the gentle curve of her waist before flaring subtly over her hips. The deep neckline showed just a hint of lace from the black bra beneath, a quiet rebellion against the professional blouses she usually wore to lectures. Her long, slender legs seemed even longer in her black stilettos, her toned calves flexing slightly with every shift of her weight.
Tan, always more reserved, had surprised us by choosing a silk emerald-green slip dress. The thin straps barely held the fabric over her shoulders, exposing the smooth golden skin of her collarbones. The dress was deceptively simple, yet devastatingly effective, draping over her body like liquid, highlighting the gentle swell of her chest and the soft dip of her lower back. She was taller than Mei, with a willowy elegance that contrasted with the quiet sensuality of her soft curves. The slit running up one side revealed a teasing glimpse of her thigh as she moved, making her look like something out of a dream.
And then there was me.
I had chosen something in between--subtle but dangerously suggestive. A midnight blue dress, tight enough to trace the shape of my body but short enough to remind me that I was at a party, not a faculty dinner. My long dark hair was curled at the ends, giving it a soft bounce as it brushed against my bare shoulders. The fabric clung to my chest, accentuating the curve beneath before dipping into a dangerously low back, the cool night air a teasing contrast against my heated skin. I had never worn anything like this to a student event before--had never imagined myself wanting to. But tonight was different.
"I can't believe we're actually here," Mei whispered, tucking a strand of sleek black hair behind her ear. She was always the confident one, but even she seemed a little uncertain.
Professor Tan laughed softly. "Just one drink, and then we go."
As we stepped inside, we were greeted by a rush of warmth, the scent of something sweet and intoxicating in the air. Ethan appeared almost instantly, his grin widening as he took us in.
"Ladies, finally," he said smoothly, offering each of us a drink. "We've been waiting for you."
It wasn't until we stepped through the back doors and onto the patio that I realized something was off. The sound of splashing, the scent of chlorine--this wasn't just a party. It was a pool party.
And then I saw them. A row of tiny, brightly colored bikinis, laid out neatly on a poolside table. My heart thumped hard. Ethan leaned close, his voice a playful whisper as I felt his warm breath on my neck. "We thought of everything. You didn't bring swimsuits, so... we got you covered."
He picked up a string bikini between his fingers, holding it up with an innocent smile. I swallowed. The fabric looked so small. But I didn't want to back out so soon I could probably just try it out or something.
The moment we stepped onto the poolside patio, the air thick with laughter and young voices, I felt my pulse quicken. It wasn't just the inviting glow of the pool lights or the deep, bass-heavy music vibrating through my chest--it was them. Ethan, Andrew, and their friends.
Tall, blonde, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly confident, they lounged by the pool like kings surveying their kingdom. Muscular arms draped casually over the backs of chairs, tanned skin glistening in the soft glow. Their easy grins, the way they looked at us--it had been a long time since I had been in the company of men like this. And then there was her.
May. We were not the only Asians at this party.
She was draped over Andrew's lap, her smooth Thai skin almost glowing against the tiny scraps of fabric she called a bikini. The triangles of glossy black barely contain her curves, the strings tied in delicate bows over her hips. She was making out with her boyfriend and grinding his lap. Her long, silky hair cascaded down her back, and she stretched like a satisfied cat, her lips curling into a smirk as she caught me staring.
"You guys are overdressed," she purred, swinging her legs off Andrew as he spanked her ass and stepped towards us. "Come, I'll take you to change."
I swallowed, suddenly aware of the heat in my cheeks.
May led us through the house, past throngs of laughing students, and down a narrow staircase into the basement. The air was cooler down here, tinged with the faint scent of chlorine from the pool above.
"This way," May said, opening a door into a small dressing area. It was dimly lit--very dimly lit. Almost dark.
I think she held up the bikini Ethan had handed me earlier. I could barely see it in the dark, my fingers brushing the delicate material. It felt so small.
"May... I can't even see how this fits," I murmured, fumbling with the strings.
She giggled. "The lights are broken. But don't worry, you'll look amazing. Just tie it tight."
I struggled in the shadows, feeling the cool air on my skin as I slipped off my dress and tried to fasten the impossibly thin strings. The top barely covered anything, and the bottoms--were these even real bikini bottoms? They felt more like a few pieces of string.
"I don't know about this," Professor Tan whispered from the next booth, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Mei groaned. "I think I tied mine wrong. Everything feels too exposed."
May's laugh was soft, teasing. "Trust me. You'll love it. And the guys will especially love it. I just need to give you two a quick trim hold still!" I could hear May using an electric razor and my two colleagues gasping as she apparently shaved all their pubic hair. My cunt was already bald. I just thought it looked better that way.
Stepping out from the darkness half blind feeling our way and onto the patio, I felt the night air everywhere on my skin as I tried not to be blinded by the patio lights and see how I and the other girls looked like in our bikinis. Downstairs had no mirrors and was too dark so I still didn't really know. The moment we emerged, heads turned. Conversations lulled.
Ethan let out a low whistle. "Damn."
Andrew smirked, his arm draped lazily around May's waist. "Now this is what I call school spirit."
The frat boys' eyes drank us in, and I finally understood why. I first looked over at Tam to my right.
Professor Tan's slim, toned figure was wearing a soft pastel pink bikini, the fabric barely containing the full curves of her chest. She had always been the quiet, serious one--but now, standing there with her long legs bare, her cheeky behind, her cheeks flushed, she looked irresistible. She was obviously still shy, blushing and having her arms in front of her body.
To my left Mei's jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, the deep red of her tiny bikini making her fair skin look even more striking. The top triangles were so small not covering much more than her nipples leaving her tits on full display. Her usual confidence faltered under the hungry gazes, but when one of the boys murmured something appreciative, she bit her lip, suppressing a smile.
And then there was me.
My own bikini were just tiny strings in deep sapphire blue, the color of midnight. The top was nothing more than two tiny slits that barely concealed me, and the thin straps of the bottoms sat scandalously high on my hips leaving my gorgeous ass almost naked. I had always been petite, but this--this made me feel delicate. Desirable.
