Teacher's Pet

"You should let me read it sometime," Trevor told Dr. Friedman.

They'd finished their dinner, Italian at her insisting, and were now enjoying a glass of wine at the table. If you'd asked him a week ago what he thought the odds were of grabbing a drink with his advisor he'd have told you zero. But then, he'd have said less than zero for the odds of seeing her model in lingerie. Things changed.

Trevor pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He wouldn't let the show lower his opinion of her.

"It's just a draft," she said. "Not even that."

Trevor had not been surprised to find out that she'd been working on a paper while on the show. That was exactly the kind of woman she was.

"Well I'd still like to read it. Maybe I could even learn something. What's it about?"

She waved him off. "Right now it's a complete mish-mash of half-baked ideas. I'll let you read it when I've refined it a little more, maybe done a bit more supporting research."

Trevor looked at her skeptically.

"I promise," she said with a light laugh and a smile. "I'd value hearing what you have to say."

"I'll hold you to that," he said. Then he gave her a sly smile of his own. "Speaking of things I'd like to read though..."

She looked confused at first, but then her eyes widened as it dawned on her what Trevor was talking about.

"Natalie told you," she accused.

"Yep."

"Please don't," she groaned.

"You actually wrote a book. I thought you were lying! And it's thriller! Dr. Friedman, I'm going to read it."

"Audrey," she corrected him. "I think we're on at least a first name basis by now."

Trevor frowned. "I'm just trying to be respectful."

"You consider using my first name disrespectful?"

"Well, no...maybe...from your student, yes."

She sighed. "When we get back to the university and continue working you can call me Dr. Friedman if you like. That's not the nature of our relationship here though. I'm not acting in the capacity of your advisor. Call me Audrey."

He wasn't sure how he felt about that. In a vacuum, sure, it was probably fine. It seemed like exactly the sort of thing Violet would want him to do though, to stop viewing Dr. Friedman...Audrey...as his mentor. But she'd asked him to, and he wasn't going to say no and make her uncomfortable just so that he could get the pettiest possible slight against Violet.

"Alright, Audrey then. Think the library downstairs carries The Judas Imperative?"

"Oh God they probably do don't they."

Trevor grinned widely. "Well, I know what I'm doing tomorrow."

"If you want to read my work you could try Ontological Ramifications of Post-Contemporary Analytical Linguistic Methodologies on Atomistic Metaphysics. It's a real page turner. I promise."

"Hm. Does it have a rugged yet sensitive lead who wins the affections of a beautiful young woman through heroism?"

"...he's more of an anti-hero."

Trevor burst out laughing and Audrey let her faux-discontent slip to laugh along with him.

"I really had no idea you were a writer," he told her.

"We've mostly worked together in the classroom. There's some sides to me you've never seen before," Audrey said, swirling the wine in her glass.

Trevor cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I...guess that's true."

"For instance..." she half-whispered, leaning in across the table with narrowed eyes, "...I really like heist movies."

"...What?"

"Heist movies," she explained, leaning back in her chair. "They're a guilty pleasure. Not exactly high cinema, but they're always fun. Do you feel like having a movie night?"

Trevor blinked. "Sure," he replied.

Audrey and him had grown close over the years, but just hanging out with her casually was a complete trip.

She looked around the room. "They did give you a TV, didn't they?"

"It's in the bedroom," he told her.

"Oh, that makes sense. Why don't you get changed for bed then while I order us some popcorn." She smiled at him coyly, like getting popcorn for the movie was some kind of indulgence.

Trevor shook his head. "Ask them to bring up some M&Ms too."

Audrey rang the bell and waited by the door while he went into the bedroom. He grabbed a tanktop and some flannel pants from his closet then went into the bathroom to shuck off his clothes.

Once he was changed Trevor hopped onto his side of the bed, catching a glimpse of Audrey accepting their snacks from the servant. He got situated while she finished up. Audrey came into the bedroom a short moment later, shutting the door behind her with her foot. She made her way over to his side of the bed and proffered the snacks to him.

"Here, hold these for me?" she asked.

Trevor accepted the bowl of popcorn and set it down in front of him, then took the box of M&Ms from her outstretched hand.

I'll be right back," she said. "I just have to get changed."

Trevor pulled up a list of movies in the 'heist' genre while Audrey switched into her sleepwear in the other room. There was a pretty good selection. He was reading through some descriptions when he heard the bathroom door open. Turning, Trevor almost dropped the remote.

Audrey had on a loose, black nightie. The lacy cups only covered about half of her massive breasts, showing off plenty of cleavage. The material was just barely transparent, and Trevor could make out the shadow of her panties underneath. The entire thing ended at her upper thigh, putting her long legs on display.

Despite himself, Trevor stared. The outfit wasn't as exposing as the lingerie she'd worn for the photo shoot, but those had just been pictures. Seeing her actually standing there dressed like this was...complicated for him.

Trevor pointedly turned his gaze to the TV while she slipped under the covers. "Anything look good?" he asked.

"What about Tango?"

"I haven't seen it."

"It's good. They have to steal a diamond from a prince's vault. You'll like it."

Trusting her judgment Trevor put the movie on, still uncomfortable with how little Dr. Friedman...Audrey, was wearing. It was better now at least that she was under a blanket.

Audrey scooted closer to him, reaching for the popcorn as the opening scene began to play out.

"Oh," Trevor said, "sorry."

He began to move the popcorn bowl between them, but Audrey caught his hand.

"It's fine," she said simply, her eyes on the screen. She pushed his hand back, returning the bowl to between his legs.

She was right next to him, and he felt her skin brush against his each time she reached for a handful of popcorn. It took more effort than he would have cared to admit to avoid looking down, where he knew he would be greeted to a full view of her tits.

Audrey eventually took to simply resting her hand on his lower thigh, next to the popcorn bowl. The movie continued to play, but Trevor was thoroughly distracted. Things were completely off script. This was his advisor. He had no idea how to operate at this level of familiarity. Evidently, she noticed.

"Is everything alright?" Audrey asked.

"Mhm."

She turned onto her side to look at him, and Trevor met her eyes.

"If it's about those pictures the other day," she said, "we can talk about it."

His mind fled from the thought. He didn't want to go there. Not at all.

"No," he told her, "it's fine."

"Alright. I'll just say this. I knew there was a chance you'd be uncomfortable seeing them, and I'm sorry if you were. I don't want that to drive a wedge between us."

"It won't." Trevor desperately wanted to change the subject. He wasn't ready to confront this with her.

She stared at him for a long moment, then smiled. "Good."

Trevor tried to focus on the movie, but that proved easier said than done. His diligence momentarily slipped and his eyes darted to the flowing mounds of cleavage barely concealed by Audrey's nightie. He couldn't believe she was laying right next to him in something so revealing. This was a woman he was supposed to respect, and here she was being flaunted before him in his own bed.

He shot his eyes back to the screen before she could catch him looking, but in his mind's eye he was seeing the pictures she'd taken for him. They were seared into his memory. Having her right beside him made the reality that it was her who had spread her legs so indecently a tantalizing reality. The wrongness of it, the sheer impropriety, was driven home like a railroad spike.

Audrey reached for another handful of popcorn. As she did her arm grazed gently over the subtle, newly-formed tent beneath the blanket. They both froze.

For a long moment neither moved. The movie continuing to play in the background, blissfully unaware of the tension thickening the air.

Slowly, Audrey's hand began to press down on the tent. She grabbed him through the blanket, gaining a full appreciation for how hard he had become.

Trevor was frozen. His mind was both racing at a thousand miles an hour and yet somehow completely blank.

Audrey pulled her hand away and Trevor relaxed a little, but he tensed right back up when her hand went to the edge of the blanket. She hesitated, but only for a second. Her hand slipped underneath.

He felt her hand drift to his crotch, slowly enfolding him through the thin fabric of his pants. She held him at the base of his hardness. The sensation was undeniably pleasant, but Trevor's mind was a whir.

Her hand began to slowly slip up his length.

"Dr. Friedman..."

"Please...don't make me stop now."

For the first time since the encounter began he looked at her. She was staring directly into his eyes, her expression complicated. What did he see there? Desire? Pain? Confusion?

She would feel compelled to get him off now, he realized. That was her transformation, a brain worm urging her towards an inevitable conclusion.

Her hand slipped further up his shaft, sending another wave of pleasure through Trevor. She cupped his tip and he groaned, fighting the urge to thrust his hips.

He had no idea what to do. In the end, he did nothing. It was the easiest choice to make, but ultimately still a choice.

Audrey's hand continued sliding up until it was at the top of his pants. Moving carefully, she slipped it inside and took hold of him. He let out an unrestrained moan as flesh met flesh.

She started with slight, minute movements up and down. Trevor closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling. Slowly her stroking began to grow more pronounced until finally she was truly jacking him off.

The whole ordeal felt surreal to Trevor. He couldn't believe that Dr. Friedman, the woman he'd spent so much time looking up to and learning from, had her hand wrapped around his cock.

He felt her nudge his shoulder and he obliged, rolling over onto his side to face away from her. Audrey nestled up against him from behind. He could feel the warmth of her body on his and the press of her massive tits against his back.

With his help she slid his pants down and off of his legs. Now that he was naked from the waist down she wrapped her hand around the head of his cock. She worked her palm around in circles and the sharp sensations of pleasure pulled another long moan from Trevor's lips.

Her hand was coated in his pre-cum and she used the lubrication to slide it up and down the full length of his dick. Trevor began gently pumping his hips along with her. Audrey's other hand wove itself gently through his hair, caressing him while she jerked him off.

Trevor's heavy balls began to tighten as he felt himself grow close. "Oh, shit..." he moaned quietly.

Audrey, realizing where he was, didn't let up. Her hand began to fly up and down his cock as Trevor's breathing grew heavy.

"Cum for me," she whispered into his ear.

Hearing her say that was the final straw. Trevor screwed his eyes shut and began to cum, jerking against Audrey, who had pressed herself up against him hard. A torrent of cum erupted from his dick, shooting out onto the sheets in front of him. His hand landed on top of Audrey's, holding her steady as he rode his orgasm. She squeezed him gently and rhythmically, eking out every last bit of pleasure she could for him. When he was done he opened his eyes to find a puddle of white milk in front of his crotch.

+5 VP - Handjob

Audrey removed her hand and settled it on his hip. Neither said anything. He wasn't sure what there was to say. He had to assume that Audrey was similarly at a loss.

"I'll go get a towel," she finally said.

Audrey stood up and walked over to the bathroom while Trevor shuffled away from the massive wet spot they'd created. When she came back Trevor couldn't help but stare at her. It seemed pointless to hide his gaze now.

Audrey smiled at him, handing over the towel and sliding back beneath the covers while Trevor laid it out. The two settled back, shoulder to shoulder. The movie was still playing but neither of them were paying any attention.

"I shouldn't have let that happen," Trevor admitted quietly. His heart was a roil of emotions, but guilt was slowly starting to make it's way to the front.

"Oh?" Audrey intoned. "You let it happen, did you? That seems a little presumptuous."

Trevor winced. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just that, well...between the two of us, I'm the one who isn't being pressured by the show."

"You think you took advantage of me," Audrey stated.

Trevor nodded. "Didn't I?"

"I'm more than capable of making my own decisions, Trevor."

"Yeah, but..." He organized his thoughts. "It's not that you aren't, but a free choice made under duress isn't really a free choice. It's ****."

Audrey didn't immediately reply. She was giving his words some thought. The thin veneer of intellectual discourse was a brief ray of normalcy shining through the strange night.

"You're not wrong," Audrey settled on saying. "The show is coercive. Be careful not to over-correct though. I, and the other girls for that matter, have agency. My actions are more than just a function of my environment."

"Nothing like this would ever have happened if we hadn't ended up here. That makes the show the critical difference."

"I don't think either of us would have ever made a move on the outside, no. All relationships are subject to context though. Ours is stranger than most, but it isn't categorically different. I'm making the choices I'm making. I don't feel regret or guilt, and you shouldn't either."

"They literally implanted a compulsion into you," Trevor argued.

"I could have fought it if I had wanted to. I could have dressed more modestly. I could have kept my distance from you. I could have built up walls between us. Tonight specifically I could have just let you take care of things yourself. My compulsion would have been satisfied with that. I could have done a lot of things differently. I've handled them the way I've wanted to handle them."

She was convincing and she made a good point, even if Trevor didn't buy into it fully. She wasn't just a puppet dancing on Violet's strings. The two of them would not be where they were if Audrey hadn't made the choices that she had.

"I don't think it's that simple," Trevor sighed. "You've been manipulated, even if it's transparent. I have an ethical obligation not to benefit from that."

"I'm not going to lie and say that this isn't ethically fraught, but nobody is a paragon Trevor. You're not expected to be perfect. Besides, who's the victim here? I certainly don't feel victimized."

He worried on that thought for a long while.

"There's something else I want to talk about," Audrey confessed after a long silence.

"What is it?" he asked her.

"I'm worried about your future. They're trying to fit each of us into a mold. For us girls it's obvious, but for you it's more subtle."

"What do you mean?"

"If Violet had her way, you'd be nothing more than a harem master lording over his servants. Don't let her make you lose sight of all the facets of who you are. The library here is extensive. I think it would be good for you to spend some time on your research."

Trevor laughed. "You can't be serious. You're cracking the whip here? Now?"

She smiled. "I'm not trying to be a hardass. When we're off this show though, life will go on. I don't want you to give up on your dreams. Crack open a book sometime, jot down some drafts, practice your German. Keep sight of your goals."

She wasn't wrong. He hadn't thought about his program since he'd first shown up in the palace. If he took a complete break from it for the entire duration of the show, getting back into the swing of things afterwards would be difficult. It hadn't even occurred to him that his career track was something that could be at risk.

"Alright," he promised. "I'll see if I can make my way down to the library at some point."

"Good," Audrey said warmly. She picked up the remote and began to rewind. "Now, this really is a good movie. We should watch it."

Trevor settled back into the pillow, Audrey at his side. The movie wasn't bad.