Yes. But she has the wrong attitude

The officer sat the lectures desk. “Roxy Ahmedi.”

“Sure.” I strutted to the officer and passed him my visa documents. I watched his raised eyebrows and guessed that he spotted my ID picture.

“Bloody Hell. I’m surprised they let you in the country with a picture like that... shocking.”

His lame joke was predictable, but I humoured him. “Oh, not heard that joke before.”

“It’s not a joke... you look diseased.”

“Diseased?”

“Dengue fever, maybe?”

“Dengue..? Of course not.” Fucking dengue fever, was this guy serious? I felt like telling him to fuck off, but feared the consequences of being deported. So I tried to explain why I appeared to be suffering from post diarrhoea sweats. “I was still in Bahrain and about to file for my UK Visa. As always, I was running late and the UK embassy was about to close.”

“Well you defo weren’t late because you were putting make up on. Just look at that skin.”

“No...I wasn’t. At peak hour, Manama traffic doesn’t exactly move very quick, so I had to run three miles in the height of summer. Hence I look like crap when I had my photo taken. Happy? Or do want to know what bloody route I took?’’

“You’re quite feisty for...”

“For? You obviously don’t know many Arab girls, do you?”

“I’m married to one. Jeila, she’s Jordanian.”

I hissed through my teeth. “A visa chaser?”

“You must have a very understanding boyfriend.”

“You must have a **** wish.”

“Is that a threat?”

I realised I had crossed the line. “No, sorry. I’m single... and very bitter.” I hung my head back, then glanced at him. “It’s also the time of the month... Sorry.”

“My wife uses the same excuse.” The officer passed me back my visa. “Anyway, everything is fine here. But I’m going to book you an appointment at the hospital of tropical medicine.. just to make sure you’re clear from your fever.”

“I got checked out last week!”

“What for?”

I whispered, “Crabs... Not the type you eat.”

Chapter 3

New week and a fresh problem.

I could just tell by looking at Professor Graham Shaw that he was a dirty old pervert. He had that leering look about him. You could just tell that he fucked hookers on weekends and wouldn’t care if they hadn’t washed in a week. He was probably into all kinds of kinks too. The kind of guy who would ask to be bummed with a strap on.

As Graham handed out our marks, I smiled at him as if he was my favourite. Yes, I’m two faced, so get over it. But one look at my paper changed all that. I suddenly felt like slapping his pasty face. “Fifty nine percent?”

“Got any complaints, see me in my office.”

“I’ll be there alright. Don’t you worry.”

“Good, I look forward to hearing your excuses.”

“I haven’t got any.”

“Then you’ll have to show me how you’re going to fix them.” The pervert’s voice was layered with dirty undertones. I’ve never fucked an old man and I can’t see it being much fun.

During lunchtime I usually spend my time in a riverfront bar, hoping for a rich footballer to whisk me off my feet... before laying me on my back. But today I have more pressing problems, like Professor Graham Shaw.

I had nipped home and got dressed in some adequate attire. An old pervert like Graham probably gets his hookers to dress young and school girly. So I had dressed myself up like an innocent choir girl from the American Bible belt... as you can see I take my slutty image very serious. I stepped into his office. The pasty faced freak sat behind his desk, wearing a perverted grin while glaring at me from behind his round spectacles. He gestured for me to sit. So on the chair, I crossed one leg over the other, making sure my pleated skirt rode as high as possible. It was my way of showing that I was ready to negotiate a better grade. “So, about my low mark?”

“I’ve already marked it twice. All those shifts on BabeCam are taking their toll.”

“What did you just say?”

“It was going to come out one day. I found you online.”

I tried to hide my shock of being found out, by veiling it behind my charm. “Well I hoped you tipped me well.”

“I like your double penetration show. Your almost swallow that butt plug whole. I think you’ve found your true calling.”

I felt flattered that he saw my potential, then realised he was taking the piss. “I need that First, Graham.”

“You need to focus, despite being a goodtime girl, you do have a brain on you. Your previous results are evidence of that. Concentrate on what matters.”

“That job earns me a good living. It also gives me the time to study.”

“Your grades are slipping for a reason.”

He had a point. But my grades were slipping because I was lacking the motivation. I find wanking and making money more interesting than learning about best surgical practices. “I need you to help me. If I don’t get that first, my average will slip and I won’t get my preferred placement. My father will disown me.”

I felt his stare falling onto my upper thigh, I slightly parted my legs, showing him that I was willing to do whatever it takes. Graham took off his tie then made eye contact. “Then show me how dedicated you are.”

“I have a hundred percent attendance... how much more dedicated can I be?”

“I’m sure a girl of your particular talents knows how to squeeze out that extra twenty percent from a red blooded male.”

I stood from the chair and unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my cleavage. “If you want me to earn my First by fucking you, just say so. I could be riding you to the best orgasm you’ve had, since the first time you splashed your bed sheets.”

“We have to both be sure that we are on the same wave length, I’ve seen too many colleagues fall foul of the governing body. Safe to say they’re taking all the fun out of this job.”

I closed the door then behind me. “Are you ready to fuck?”

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t talk like that.”

“You love it, you dirty bastard.”

Placing my hand on my outer thighs I ran them up to my arse, lifting my mini skirt up and showing my white cotton panties. “Like what you see?”