She must become a full time

"Calm down" Professor Klein's voice was forceful but understanding. She reached out and put a calming hand on Gretchen's back as the girl sobbed.

Her professor's touch felt pleasant, Gretchen thought. She couldn't lose that now. There was no touch as soothing, no touch as hurtful, no touch as hot.

Gretchen stared up at her teacher with gobby tears in her eyes, her voice almost a whisper, quivering, "P....please?"

And Professor Klein took a deep breath, "There is one way. Perhaps, just one way."

A weak smile found its way across Gretchen's lips. She had succeeded. She had convinced her professor to keep doing this. It didn't matter what the way was, she'd do anything.

"Yes... I will." Gretchen whimpered.

"Not so fast." Professor Klein said sternly but still calmly. "I want you to go home and clean yourself off and relax. Then we'll... we'll have a date. Meet me tomorrow at La Vin du Vie and we'll have an honest conversation."

Gretchen nodded.

La Vin du Vie was one of the most upscale restaurants in town, a place Gretchen had been several times with her Congressman dad and she was comfortable there, not in a snobby way, she told herself, but she knew how to act among the crowd.

La Vin du Vie also required a nice dress. And Gretchen put on her nicest, an embellished purple frock with a plunging back that flattered her shoulders and neck and hid the red marks on the front of her torso. Underneath she wore a little pair of grey panties and let just a wisp of bush peak out from the top. This date might very well end in a trip to Professor Klein's house and she needed to be ready.

Gretchen arrived early and ordered a glass of wine. Professor Klein arrived on time, sporting a tight red dress that made Gretchen smile. She smiled at the sight of her professor's body and at the understanding that her professor probably couldn't help herself but to dress sexy in all occasions.

Professor Klein sat and the two women ordered dinner. Gretchen waited as patiently as she could for her teacher to reveal whatever it would take to continue their liaisons. Gretchen was game. She knew that. There was no going back to her old, cold, sexless life.

"You'd have to join us full time." The professor said finally.

Gretchen didn't quite understand. And the professor could see it on her face.

"You'd have to join the other three and become my fourth total ****."

"Okay" Gretchen said, not missing a beat. This is what she wanted in life, she knew that, so why hesitate, she thought. The girl she was, the girl who hated sex... she barely existed anymore anyway.

"Not so fast." Professor Klein said for the second time in as many days. "I don't think you know what that means."

"I understand." Gretchen said. "Truly I do." And she felt that she did. Anything to get her back into that basement with the four of them. And if she could do it all the time... even better.

"Total means total. You'd have to quite your job." Professor Klein said. Gretchen nodded. "You'd have to quit school." Gretchen nodded. "Your friends and family... you'd never see them again." Gretchen hesitated. She'd miss her father and she'd miss her sister. But she didn't have many friends. "And we'd have to give you a total transformation." Professor Klein explained. "We'd make you blonde. We'd have to increase your cup size by several. And, let's see, you're already pretty thin so I think you'd have to lose only ten or fifteen pounds."

Gretchen was silent. Her brain processing all of this. Could she give everything up and become a new person? A permanent ****? When she recalled the reward, a lifetime with the professor and the other slaves the answer seemed easy.

"Any future you may have wanted for yourself would be over. You'd be all mine now." Professor Klein meant that as a warning, but hearing it out loud made Gretchen a bit wet, and it only persuaded her to go for it.

"Okay." Gretchen answered again.

And Professor Klein nodded unexpectedly. "I thought you'd agree to it pretty easily. See, Gretchen darling, I understand girls like you. The thing about girls like you is... you want to be wild, you just don't want anyone to know about it. So the prospect of dropping out of life and transforming yourself doesn't scare you at all."

Gretchen thought about what her professor had said. Perhaps she was right. She barely even considered herself the same person that she used to be. So why not? She was a perfect fit for the role of fourth ****.

"Unfortunately I'll need you to do something that will be significantly more painful for you in order to convince me that you're really up for permanent slavery."

Gretchen couldn't imagine saying no to anything. She looked at her professor with eyes eager for the request.

Professor Klein smiled seriously. "Strip."

Gretchen wasn't sure what she meant. Get a job as a stripper? Or maybe do a striptease later for the slaves?

"Now!" the professor clarified.

And reality suddenly came crashing down upon Gretchen. Strip? Now? In the middle of the restaurant? She wasn't sure if she was up for that. What would happen? Would she be kicked out? Arrested? If the daughter of a congressman were arrested for this it would certainly make news.

"Yes, you'll make the papers tomorrow." Professor Klein interrupted her thoughts, almost as if her teacher knew what she was thinking. "Yes, you'll be noted as your father's daughter. He'll be embarrassed by the scandal. Yes someone in this snobby crowd will take a picture and it'll be online within hours."

Gretchen just sat. Maybe her professor was right. Maybe she wasn't ready for this.

"You don't have to do it" Professor Klein went on. "My slaves come to me of their own free will. You can tell me thanks for the wonderful time and move on. It's as easy as that."

Gretchen didn't want to move on. She didn't want to expose herself in front of the world either. But she had to make a decision.