Lydia Gets The Job

As soon as Saturday came around, Professor Van Zaadvocht called Lydia Thanos. He told her he had submitted her name for the position. Assuming the Dean of Classical Studies approved, Lydia would receive a letter of intent-to-hire through the regular mail in the next few days. She sounded happy about the news. Then he went on to say that the day was nice. He had no classes, and he assumed the law office was closed. So would she like to drive out to the lake for a picnic lunch?

She gushed in reply, “Give me an hour to get ready!”

When the Professor pulled up to Lydia’s apartment building, he didn’t even have to get out of the car. She was waiting for him in the entranceway, and quickly skipped out to the sidewalk and into his car.

“Thank you so much for hiring me, Professor!” she beamed a bright smile at him. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

She was dressed casually. A loose, sleeveless blouse, long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, little makeup other than lipstick, torn, faded jeans and leather sandals with flat heels. The Professor wore casual clothes as well. Tee-shirt, shorts, and a pair of boat shoes without socks.

The two chatted amicably during the drive out to the lake. No sooner had they parked in a secluded spot near the water than she leaned over and started opening his pants. “You… you don’t have to do that,” the Professor said, although he made no physical movement to stop her.

“Oh, no,” she answered, while opening his pants and tugging them down past his knees. She pushed the ever-present strand of hair off her forehead and lowered her head. Just before she took his now erect cock into her mouth, she added, “I like sucking dick!”

The Professor could only lean back, his head against the headrest of his seat, and a wide smile on his face. With his eyes closed in pleasure, he felt for the switches in the armrest of the door handle and lowered all the windows.

Lydia worked diligently to bring the Professor’s sperm up. Occasionally, she shifted her position. Sometimes she would nestle against his side; other times she would get up on her knees on her seat. Always sucking and stroking. Persistent, insistent, as if famished to have a mouthful of fresh, warm sperm.

“Arrgh!” the Professor screamed while arching his back. Lifting his hips from the driver’s seat as he climaxed with fury. Thick, potent blasts of his nut-cream shot into Lydia’s mouth. Which she quickly swallowed with a series of rapid gulps.

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“Mmmm,” she sighed as she sat back in the passenger side of the car. “I love giving head while surrounded by nature.” She gazed contentedly out the open window, feeling the gentle breeze on her face. “It reminds me of…”

But her voice trailed off, leaving her sentence hanging in the bright, sunlit air.

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Once the Professor recovered from the knob-job, he and she retrieved the picnic basket and blanket from the trunk, and settled down on a grassy spot under a tree. The lake stretched out before them.

He was surprised to see that Lydia actually ate solid food. As a professor of history rather than religion or myth-and-legend, he had just assumed that… that this creature… which is what she was, lived off of sperm alone. After the meal, as he sat beside her on the blanket, he looked down at her stretched-out form. She was on her back, her arms curled over her head, the sunlight filtered through the leaves to play across her face.

Professor Abraham Van Zaadvocht took a deep breath and turned to the picnic basket next to him. As he took out the last two items, he prayed he would have the strength to do what must be done.

“PROFESSOR NO!” Lydia cried out when the sudden movement next to her caused her eyes to open. Her hands flew up to stop him, but it was too late. One swift, powerful swing of the mallet drove she sharpen wooden stake through the center of Lydia’s chest. Her arms stiffened with the fingers of her hands curling into claw-like positions. Glassy dark eyes stared up accusingly at him.

Then she began to dissolve. Her flesh withered and wrinkled. The muscles of her body turned into nothingness. It was like watching twenty-five centuries of decay happen in less than a minute.

Another gentle breeze stirred, and the dust blew away, leaving the Professor alone with empty clothes on the blanket.