Chat with Emily

You turn around and walk back to her. She's staring back at you, icy, superior. Even though she's only 5'4" and has to look up at you when you speak, something about the way she tilts her head, the way she holds her jaw, signals her sense of superiority. She's certain that she's in charge.

She's very wrong.

"Emily, could I borrow your notes?"

You narrow your eyes, concentrating in order to send her a thought. "You're willing to let me look at them, but they're back in your dorm room."

She looks at you for a second before you see the tell-tale flash in her eyes. She grins, probably loving the fact that you came to her for help.

"Well, I suppose I COULD let you take a look. I mean, I could even explain some of the more difficult concepts to you, if you'd like."

You bite your tongue, letting that go, for the moment.

"Great," you say, forcing a smile. "Let's go."

Back at her dorm, Emily makes you wait as she attends to some "Official RA business." It's a job you really could have used; free room and board plus a stipend. But, like always, Emily got it and you didn't.

You tap your fingers at the front desk while she looks through some papers and places a note in someone's mailbox. "Okay," she says, reveling in having made you wait. "Let's go."

You follow a few paces behind her, watching her firm little ass begging to be let out of those pants. She knows you're watching; it's just one more thing she dangles in front of you to let you know you can't have it.

Finally, she lets you in her room. It's a German engineer's wet dream--crates, boxes, organizers everywhere. Nothing is out of place. She moves to her desk, picking up a folder, and you're finally ready to act. You concentrate again, forcing her to answer your questions fully and honestly.

You test the waters cautiously, at first.

"So, Emily...I never congratulated you on the RA job."

"Thanks," she says, absently. "I wasn't really worried, though. My Daddy called the head of Residence Life and made them give me a job."

Her head snaps up, a look of horror on her face. "I, um..."

You nod, silently, amused. The truth can be fun.

"Interesting," you say. "You know, there's something else I've always wanted to know..."