As the sun rose the next morning, Carla's thoughts drifted back to the night's events. Despite the initial shock factor, she recognized an underlying desire to break free from societal norms - both personally and professionally. To embrace her newfound power, self-confidence, and assertiveness that came along with exploring the depths of her sexuality.

Stepping into the shower, Carla allowed warm water to stream over her body, caressing her curves with ease. Removing all traces of last night's encounter, she reveled in the scent of fresh soap mixed with arousal. Her hands moved swiftly yet deliberately, ensuring every inch of her skin received equal attention. Each touch reminded her of the strength and control that emerged alongside her newly discovered sexual prowess. Yet even amidst this empowerment, a certain sense of vulnerability lingered—a testament to her gradual transformation.

As Carla exited the shower, she simply put on fresh undergarments and her trusty purple silk robe, not wanting to cover her natural beauty. Taking a moment to examine herself in the mirror, she noted with pride how much stronger she appeared.

Refreshed, Carla went to the kitchen to whip up a quick breakfast, a serving-dish of scrambled-eggs and a bowl of cut strawberries with a light dusting of sugar.

Both Mimi and Nick were going to visit their father right after breakfast. Nothing court-ordered, of course, as that ended as soon as they both turned 18, but the habit of spending a night at their father's remained.  

Carla felt they needed a quick breakfast in case they were running late, and Mimi and Nick were indeed running late.

Carla called out to her children while eating her own breakfast, trying to balance her feelings about her recent experiences with the responsibility of raising two young adults.

Mimi entered the kitchen moments later, a slight blush across her face. "Oh, hi mom," she said casually, attempting to hide her dishevelment. "I lost track of time, doing, something, on my computer. How's everything going with you?"

"Everything's peachy-keen, honey." Carla replied, hiding any concern behind a calm facade.

Nick entered the kitchen moments later; Carla noted his looks had become noticeably cleaner compared to Mimi's. He had replaced the button-down shirt for a tight tank-top, showing his gains from resuming his workouts after that night of drinking.

“Hi guys! Man, I feel like I got hit by a truck after that workout session. It’s my own fault really; I let myself get lazy over the past few weeks. But no more!” He chuckled as he took in the view of the scrumptious breakfast spread laid out before him.

"You do look a lot less pudgy, bro." Mimi commented, playfully touching and squeezing Nick's arm.

Mimi hopped up onto the kitchen table, while nibbling one strawberry at a time. Carla noted Mimi's outfit consisted of tight leggings, tight enough to betray a smooth camel-toe, and a sports bra, possibly a size too small for her—she could almost hear the air around her crackling with electric energy. Nick watched Mimi intently, seemingly entranced by her presence.

Despite the lingering awkwardness in the atmosphere, conversation flowed naturally between them. They discussed topics such as their studies, social lives, and aspirations for the future. Occasionally, there would be subtle references to sex – a look here, a comment there – but these instances never escalated beyond mere hints.

With their breakfast ate and their plans set, Mimi gave Carla a kiss goodbye. Though hesitant at first, Nick quickly followed suit, feeling the weight of responsibilities shift onto his shoulders.

Before closing the door behind them, Mimi glanced back once more, locking eyes with her mother. There was no mistaking the silent invitation hidden deep within those piercing hazel irises. It was a challenge—an open question left dangling in the air—one Carla couldn't ignore without losing what made her feel so alive now.

After Mimi and Nick departed, Carla retreated to her bedroom, seeking solace in her personal space. A burning question to ask MaXiNE. When she logged on, MaXiNE was already online, awaiting her.

"I noticed the poll. I'm so going to miss our bushy, furry friend." MaXiNE said remorsefully, her voice filling the room via virtual assistant Jill's reading of MaXiNE's private messages.

"In some ways, so am I." Carla spoke to the camera. "Which brings me to my very important question."

"I await with bated breath..." MaXiNE began, intrigued.

"They asked me to broadcast from my place of work," Carla stated flatly, breaking the tension. "I'm uh, freelance. What if I don't have a place of work?"

"Oh honey, my sweet!" MaXiNE said, trying to stifle a laugh. "It doesn't need to be a real place of work. We can create your 'workplace.' That way, people won't know whether it's genuine or imaginary." MaXiNE suggested confidently.

"The reality is you: your beautiful, expressive face, that voluptuous real body, and your name." MaXiNE explained. "Everything else is subject to fantasy."

Carla nodded slowly, grasping the concept. This was something she hadn't anticipated when joining Desert-Desserts, yet MaXiNE offered sound advice - it was crucial to maintain credibility. The potential earnings might well prove worth the effort. If nothing else, her experience thus far told her it paid off to listen closely to guidance provided by MaXiNE.

Emboldened by her newfound confidence, Carla started formulating ideas for the make-believe workspace she planned to share with the world.

"So, a home office maybe?" Carla said, starting their brainstorming session.

"A tad overdone," MaXiNE countered, "So much so, the offices look as fake as the broadcaster's cleavage." MaXiNE's statement eliciting a chuckle from both women.

"I've always been fond of teachers. Though, also a tad overdone." MaXiNE continued, knowing the impact such images could have on her audience. Carla smiled; her cheeks slightly flushed as she realized the possibilities.

Carla thought hard, considering MaXiNE's suggestions. Perhaps it wouldn't need to involve elaborate sets nor costumes... perhaps all that was required was a simple change of attire and venue. Shoving her hands in her robe pockets while contemplating, Carla felt something in one of them, she pulled out a key: The key to Nick's university's lecture hall.

An idea suddenly sparked. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. A thrilling surge ran down her spine, making her heart race faster than ever. This was risky and wild, but that's precisely why it held appeal. Carla strode towards her wardrobe. After stripping off her silk robe, leaving only her skimpy lacy black underwear covering her curvatures, she changed into a professorial ensemble. A demure dress, conservatively cut below her knees, revealed the tantalising curve of her thighs, whilst long sleeves hid most of her arms. On top, she wore a tailored blazer, which perfectly accentuated her rounded breasts and slender waist.

Reaching the university campus, with laptop and purse in hand, Carla flashed her ID card to gain entry. Approaching the lecturer's office, she took the master keys stored inside and locked herself in.

Turning on the lights, she surveyed the large, empty classroom that lay ahead. It would serve perfectly for today’s session. As her pulse raced with excitement, adrenaline coursing through her veins, she placed the laptop on the podium. Reaching into her purse, Carla pulled out the shaving kit she had prepared and hid inside.

She also retrieved the luv-R set from her bag, ensuring it was charged and ready for action. She positioned her webcam strategically. Turning on the power, she checked the audio levels, mic and speaker working properly. Finally, stepping onto the podium, she stood tall in front of it, wearing a mixture of confidence and vulnerability on her face. With that, she signed into Desert_Desserts and started her online broadcast.

Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, a mixture of nervousness and excitement racing through her system. Nervously, she scanned the list of viewers watching her show live. As expected, there were many users interested in tuning into this specific topic due to her reputation among the community members. Some comments appeared immediately after logging in, complimenting her choice of setting and eagerly waiting for the show to begin. Encouraged by their feedback, Carla stepped closer to the microphone, preparing to address her audience.

"Hi, this is Carla, mmm, your sexy Professor." Carla introduced herself seductively, allowing her low voice to resonate throughout the vast auditorium. Her voice seemed to carry like velvet.

"Today's subject is, oh, feminine hygiene." Carla announced, her voice husky, sending waves of arousal through her online audience. "Today, we'll learn how to shave a pussy."

The response from her viewers came swiftly, the message board exploding with enthusiasm and suggestions. A notable, repeated comment centered around the fact that Carla looked like she was in a real lecture hall. People appreciated the authentic touch and even wished to attend classes taught by her. These messages bolstered her courage.

As her viewership grew exponentially, Carla moved further into the role of sultry educator. Feeling increasingly comfortable, she removed the jacket, revealing her supple curves encased in a deliciously restrictive corset. She adjusted her microphone stand, bringing herself even closer to the webcam, allowing her audience a better view of her assets.

"Now class, lean in close, as I start by removing obstacles in the way of my pussy." Carla instructed passionately, pulling up her high-waisted panties and lowering her stockings, exposing her smooth legs. Gripping the edge of the table beside her, she arched her back seductively, showing off her generous bottom and moving her fingers provocatively along her outer labia.

Taking hold of the luv-R device, she turned it on and pressed its base against her crotch. It hummed softly, indicating it was charging correctly. Then, she carefully guided the tip into her wet entrance. The sensation shot straight to her brain instantly, a dizzying rush that left her gasping for air. She savored the feeling, closing her eyes momentarily, allowing herself to get lost in the sensual bliss.

"We start with the electric trimmer. It'll do the bulk of the work but be careful of its vibrations." Carla instructed, as she shaved the majority of her kept, but hairy bush down to stubble, occasionally gently touching her clit with the trimmer. The intense pleasure made her breath catch. Her nipples hardened underneath her tight-fitting clothes, her muscles tensing involuntarily.

"Then we have to, oh, lubricate the stubble area before we can shave the rest of it with the razor. I prefer gel instead of foam. You can go anywhere with gel." Carla demonstrated, by rubbing the gel over the stubble with gentle circles, ending up on her pussy lips.

The subtle slipperiness intensified the friction and heat. Her pupils dilated as she stroked herself slowly, the sensitivity increasing. It wasn't just the physical pleasure, but the eroticism too – the exhibitionism, the risk, heightening her desire even more. As she carried on with her demonstration, her body began responding, her breath becoming ragged and quicker. Moans escaped her throat every now and then, despite her efforts to remain composed.

"We finally clean everything up with the razor. So smooth." Carla remarked, surprised at how effortless it became once she got the hang of it. 

She couldn't believe how quickly she fell into sync with these strangers. Their connection transcended boundaries, creating an almost magical space for experimentation and intimate discovery. Intrigued by the camaraderie forming, Carla insured her luv-R was still in place and announced, "I have a special customized tip tonight: 500 Tokens to touch the Professor's pussy. Who in the class wants to touch my pussy, to feel it's new smoothness?" Carla asked teasingly, her voice dripping with anticipation.

There was no hesitation amongst her viewers, as tips flew rapidly in response to her proposition. The setting on the luv-R was medium and only for 5 seconds each tip, but so many 500 Token tips were sent, her queue filled to its limits, each awaiting their turn to activate the luv-R.

With each token purchase, Carla could hear the coins dropping into her digital wallet - proof positive that she had successfully transitioned from victim to provider, all while embracing her true self.

The chat room buzzed with eagerness and anticipation as everyone waited patiently for their chance to take part in Carla's interactive experience. Carla's excitement built alongside theirs, swept away by the thrill of playing such a commanding role in someone else's fantasy world.

Her performance reached a fever pitch when one message caught her attention. It contained an unusually large number of tokens—5000! The viewer, Longhorn1969, had sent the "Take the rest of the day off," tip that MaXiNE had sent previously. Knowing what she was in for from the luv-R device, Carla braced herself as the max settings of the luv-R went off.

Each pulsing wave sent surges of ecstasy coursing through her body, making her writhe with pleasure. When the first few hits targeted her sensitive spots directly above her pubis, she felt stars dancing across her vision, unable to contain her gasps and groans.

Carla collapsed as the queue of the previous 500 token tips continued, each hitting her in rapid succession. The rhythmic stimulation from the luv-R combined with the visuals of the chatroom participants added fuel to the fire. Everyone watching seemed genuinely enthralled by the spectacle unfolding.

She barely managed to control her trembling thighs as they tried to force themselves apart during each orgasmic peak. Yet somehow, she managed to stay conscious, driven by adrenaline and her determination not to disappoint anyone. As the barrage of tokens continued, the sensations multiplied. Each powerful shock sent her spiraling towards another climax, her head spinning amidst the haze of euphoria.

MaXiNE watched the live stream closely, her keen insight picking up nuances most others would miss. Amused by the unexpected depth and power displayed by Carla, MaXiNE quietly left the chat.

As Carla recovered from her torrid session, she realized her perspective on her sexuality had fundamentally changed. After years of hiding behind closed doors, she learned that there was nothing wrong with owning her beauty, both inside and out. This revelation transformed her relationship with herself and gave her the confidence to embrace her sexuality fully.

Carla ended the broadcast, cleaned herself, locked up the lecture hall and quietly left the campus in the cool of the evening.