Young sexy Professor DuMonde

"It's not her classes I want to get into."

Dr. Richards gasps, putting his hand to his mouth. "I am appalled by ..."

"Stop talking, Dr. Richards." His mouth snaps shut, but his eyes grow large with fear, making him look like a basset hound. "Act naturally, Dr. Richards."

Everything about Dr. Richards relaxes, except his eyes; they still look a little wild, but he's not allowed to express it. He turns to Professor Porter, saying, "Have you heard about the grant Professor Maxwell got for his research? A big archaeological dig?"

"No, Dr. Richards. Please tell me more about it." Porter is the perfect shill for you, taking the middle-aged man's elbow and steering him to a couch. You wink and smile at her when she looks at you over her shoulder.

You keep your eye on Professor DuMonde as you mingle with the guests, slowly making your way to her. Each time you talk to new people, you test out how resistant they are to your voice. You make sure everyone is having a good time, and you play the perfect host. You catch DuMonde's eye and smile at her, waving your drink in her direction. She returns the drink wave.

One guest along the way is an older woman with a pinched face and a permanent scowl. She is one of the administrators for the History department.

"Hello, Miss Canoodle. I'm Simon, your host. I'm glad you came."

"I'm not sure what's going on here, young man, but I don't like the looks of this party."

"Oh, Miss Canoodle. You need to loosen up and enjoy yourself. Here." You snag a champagne from Amanda's tray. "Drink a couple of these." She gets the blank stare for a second and then takes the drink from you. You grin and move on.

You are finally close enough to join the sexy professor in her conversation with a male faculty member you don't recognize. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Simon, your host." You look her in the eye and purposely look her down and up, ending back at her eyes. The green of her dress closely matches her almond eyes, and the fit of it closely follows her shape -- an hourglass. Her makeup is perfect -- accentuating, yet subtle.

The young professor smiles pleasantly at you, saying with a sexy French accent, "I'm Professor DuMonde, and this is my colleague, Professor Higgins, Inorganic Chemistry. This is quite the soirée for a student to put on." The turned-up edges of her pouty lips draw your attention for a second. She seems to be flirting with you a little.

"Well, I recently inherited a large sum and wanted to give something back to the university faculty for their excellent attention to the needs of the students. If there's anything that will make the party better, just ask me." You smirk at her. The barest tip of her tongue furtively passes her lips.

Ling walks up between you and Professor Higgins. "Professor Higgins." His eyes glance at her and then down to her chest and back up almost too quickly to notice. "I'm Ling Tsao, one of Professor Porter's T.A.s. I had some questions for you. If you don't mind, I'd like to discuss them."

He looks at DuMonde and then you for confirmation. "Don't worry, Professor. I'll take good care of the Professor. Go with the girl and talk. Her conversation is very stimulating."

Higgins grins and turns to Ling. "So, what questions do you have, my dear?" Ling pulls him away. Good girl.