Academic weapon

Erik had approved enthusiastically when Vi modelled the outfit she was planning on wearing for her ‘quick chat’ with Mr Ramirez. Granted, it wasn’t actually anything that crazy, which Vi was well aware off. But she enjoyed it all the same when Erik drooled at her feet.

It’s a simple white sleeveless top that clings to her figure like a second skin — the pattern and material of her undergarment undeniably able to made out, but not actually see through. A simple, blue denim jacket that crops just at her hips, finished off with a simple stylish belt and a grey skirt that end halfway down her shapely thighs and a pair of white sneakers. Was it overtly sexy? No. But it caused Erik to grab her by the ass and pull her into his lap all the same.

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“Thank you for coming, Vi.” The professor says, his eyes darting up from his screen, his hand closing the lid of his laptop, before approaching her and sticking a hand out, “I wanted to first, thank you for your interest, and in the pursuit of not wasting your time, I want to offer you the Teacher’s Assistant position, if you are still happy to accept.”

Vi is happy, sure — but her excited squeal and rush to wrap her arms around the professor’s neck, making sure to press her chest into his — is not how happy she actually is, “Yes!” She says, “Of course, oh thank you! You’re the best! I really feel like this is the final piece of the puzzle I needed to feel comfortable about my future.”

Weary to not push it too quickly, and too fast, this isn’t Brandon after all, or Tim, she let’s go of the man, who swiftly takes the opportunity to press his hand into her shoulder, guiding her backwards, he wears a polite smile on his face as he chuckles, “Well, I must say it makes me glad to see young people like you still interested in furthering their education and grabbing oppurtinities when they arrive.” He seems almost wistful as he speaks.

“Mr Ramirez, please!” She laughs, stepping back, giving him a few feet of space, “Don’t act like you’re that much older than I am!” She clasps her hand together, “Thank you, genuinely! I really feel it’s important to demonstrate my educational levels and commitment to improvement, so…” She grins, “Thank you!”

Mr Ramirez chuckles as he gestures to the seat in front of his desk, rounding it himself and sitting down opposite, “No thanks required, really. Your grades speak for themselves, I am more than interested in providing students like you opportunities to better themselves,” He smiles, “May I ask what your plans are for the future?”

Vi sits and nods, “I have a few options,” she speaks with an impressive level of confidence, “Academically, of course, I aim to be a PR manager or head of relations at a company, I have some connections and people I’m speaking too already. That will hopefully serve as a pipeline into upper management at a company, which I hope to use the experience I gain from there to transition to a not for profit.” Vi continues, “Secondly, I have started some modelling recently, depending on where that goes it could expand into something bigger, but that is definitely not the focus.” Save for Ari and Erik, Vi speaking so seriously is a rare sight to behold.

“Very long term, is it?” Mr Ramirez asks, “I’ll admit, I’m not used to seeing a student today be so patient.”

Vi shrugs, uncrossing and crossing her legs casually, the movement so smooth and inviting, not even the respectful professor can resist moving his eyes down to her legs, “That’s the realistic — slash — pessimistic pathway. I would prefer to skip the first step and move straight into a senior relations position,” Vi states matter of factly, “like I said, I have connections. I have considered leveraging my position and connections through modelling to advance that side of my career too.” She smiles, “I just don’t want to get myself too excited and too big for my britches.”

Mr Ramirez nods, impressed by her maturity, “That’s very admirable, you should be proud.” He praises, “I think this mentality will serve you well, patience will be a virtue in this age of AI and the rush to exploit the system of capitalism through get rich quick schemes.”

“Oh, don’t even get me started.” Vi says with a huff, “I guess I’m lucky, my boyfriend and I aren’t really interested in being rich, rich.” She chuckles, uncrossing her legs again, a movement that Mr Ramirez feels his eyes drawn to again before consciously returning to her face, “Just comfortable.”

He chuckles and gestures to her, “Have you considered being a professor? I do have the sense you have the capabilities for it.”

Vi’s lips tighten into a flat smile, eliciting a small snort from the male professor sitting across from her, “Message received.” He says with a laugh, “Maybe a bit more comfortable then, is it?” Vi giggles softly and nods.

He eventually stands up and walks around the table again, “Well, I won’t keep you any longer, the position is yours, I’ll email you shortly with details on a weekly schedule, congratulations again, Vi.”

Vi shoots up on her feet, reaching around his neck she captures him in a hug again, once again, letting him feel her chest against him, “Thank you so much! I really, really appreciate it!” Vi is pleased to feel that Mr Ramirez is not as stiff this time, just standing and letting it happen, she pulls away, letting it linger a second longer than the first hug, “Sorry about that,” she giggles, “I’m a toucher, I’ll tone it down.”

Mr Ramirez chuckles, he walks over to the door and opens it for her, “Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“Thanks, sir!” She says as she skips past him.

‘He didn’t confirm nor deny whether he agreed I should turn it doooooown.’

The melody plays through Vi’s head as she walks down the hallway, away from her new targets office.