This could be trouble

What a test, I think to myself with a weary sigh. Dr. Morse is a great prof, not an easy one, but I don’t think she needs to be quite so merciless with her exams; I feel spent. I have an appointment in an hour with a new client named Ione, and for once, I’m not looking forward to it. I’d rather go back to my room and take a nap, but—well, it could be worse. I could be going to a normal job.

On my way out of the classroom, though, Dr. Morse catches me. “Andrew,” she asks, “would you do me a favor?”

There’s something a little odd about her voice, or maybe her body language. It makes me think that refusing her wouldn’t be a good thing, somehow. Still, even as tired as I am, I don’t think I’d refuse her anyway, as long as it’s reasonable. “Sure, doc,” I tell her. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s nothing big,” she assures me. She hands me a small package and asks, “Would you take this over to Dr. Griffith in the science building? She’s one of the physics profs.”

“Will she be in her office?” I’m a little surprised at the idea. This late in the afternoon, most of the professors have knocked off until after dinner (or until tomorrow, depending).

“She’ll be there,” Dr. Morse assures me. There’s just the hint of an odd smile playing around the corners of her mouth. “She just called a few minutes ago, and I told her I’d send a student over. I’ll call and tell her you’re coming so she knows whom to expect.”

Something feels a little odd here, but I set off for the science building. It’s in the opposite direction of the sorority house, but assuming all I have to do is hand this package to Dr. Griffith, I won’t have any trouble making my appointment. I find my way up to her office and knock on the door. “Who is it?” she asks. Her voice sounds vaguely familiar.

“It’s Andrew Lane with a package from Dr. Morse,” I answer through the door.

“Ahh, yes, Mr. Lane. Just a moment.” I hear her get up from her desk. She opens the door and waves me through, then closes it behind me. “Please, have a seat,” Dr. Griffith says, gesturing to a comfortable chair in front of her desk. I hand her the package and sit down obediently, expecting her to open it and check the contents. Instead, she places it in a drawer, sits at her desk, and leans forward. I suddenly realize that her blouse is unbuttoned rather farther down than usual. I try to keep my eyes focused on her face, but I can’t help noticing the deep cleavage formed by a very large pair of breasts.

“Since I have you here, there’s actually one other subject which I need to discuss with you.” I’m bewildered by this, and I’m sure she can see it on my face. She taps her phone, then reaches for a nameplate which somehow got knocked out of position. I hear my voice say, “Hello, this is Andrew.” For a moment, my mind goes blank with shock. As I hear a female voice respond, “My name is Ione,” the professor sets her nameplate in front of me. It reads, “DR. IONE GRIFFITH.”

She taps her phone again, and the playback stops. I stare at her, my eyes wide and my jaw gone completely adrift. Dr. Griffith gives me a hungry little smile and says, “On reflection, I decided I would rather meet you here than at the sorority house.”