Rear in the Window

When Cynthia sees her neighbors through their window, her world changes forever.

[Warning: this 11000-word short story contains graphic depictions of sex driven by mind control. Cynthia is made to yearn for it, crave it and perform on command.]

Excerpt:
I stared out the window of a small classroom on campus. My mind was on my vivid dreams, rather than Russian literature. It was my last class of the day, and all I really wanted to do was go home.
At this rate, I was going to run my apartment building out of cold water.
€œAnd that,€ Professor Martin said, €œIs all the time we have for Nikolai Gogol€s wandering nose today.€
That got a giggle from some of the class, but I just flipped my notebook shut and slid it into my bag, not a single note actually taken today. I rose and headed out of the classroom, a couple of steps behind everyone else.
€œMiss Baker?€ the professor asked, €œIs everything all right? I noticed that you seemed€¦ distracted.€
That was certainly an understatement.
I blushed and turned to the professor. He was only maybe ten years older than me and with his easy smile and casual dress, he wouldn€t have looked out of place sitting at a desk with the class, rather than behind the podium giving the lecture. Between that and his enthusiasm for teaching, I figured this was probably his first rodeo. I replied, €œUm, great. Just haven€t been sleeping well. You know how it is. Nerves about graduation.€
And the way my chronic inability to get laid is now actually driving me insane, I managed not to add.
€œWell, I remember what that was like,€ he gathered up his own materials, putting them in his briefcase, and said, €œIf you ever need to talk, you know where my office is.€ He paused and asked, €œYou do know where my office is, right? I know you€ve never needed an extension or anything before.€
I smiled and said, €œI€m sure I can figure it out if I need to. Thanks, Professor.€
€œHappy to,€ he said, smiling back.
I stepped out into the hallway and headed out of the building. My campus was only a short walk from home. The whole neighborhood was residential, and mostly student housing by default.
The sky above was bright and clear, perfect blue. Normally I would€ve been tempted to grab some lunch and eat it at the park, but all I could think about today was how long it would be until 9 PM, when the neighbors would inevitably be at the window again.