The college professors' nifty club

Your name is Michael Avel, you are 18 years old guy and going to apply in college, hope for a successful future, but something went wrong.

The college application was excellent, and you passed all the necessary tests, it seemed, better than other classmates. The more surprising was the fact your statement was in question and you were asked to come to the dean’s office to clarify your compliance with the selection criteria.

You came into the reception room in a classic style with a high ceiling. Some girl was waiting there, apparently also the first-year student. You did not know how to behave with her and just sat on a bench next to her. Her attractive forms and pretty face could interest you but not today, and you turned your full attention to the other person present here.

A woman secretary in a strict suit sat behind a huge wooden table. She looked about 40 years old, in big glasses, with one vertical wrinkle on her forehead and an attentive look at the papers on the table, and she looked very severe and busy. But you have to anyhow say about yourself.

You get up and went to the table: "Excuse me, I am scheduled for 10 in the morning."

"Mr...?"

"Michael Avel"

"Sure."

She press button, pick up the phone and said: "The newcomers awaiting... Yes, yes, of course."

"Come in, professor Sanders waiting for you!"

"I also waiting to see him!" The girl woke up.

"Waiting for your turn, please," the secretary answered girl and then said again for you: "Come in!"

Passing by the girl, you felt an inappropriate sense of guilt that you came later than her, and in the end, you entered first.

The spacious office was light. Along the walls stood high shelves with books, an overweight man of about 50 sat at a wide table, who smiled you as to beloved grandson. In addition to him, another woman was in the office, who comfortably settled in an armchair next to the window. She seemed interested not less than header of college, and you guessed that she was someone on whose opinion your future depended.

"Good afternoon, Michael. Can I just call you Michael?" You nodded.

"Sit down there, please!" There was a wooden chair in front of the table, but quite comfortable.

"We looked at all your documents and made sure that you are suitable for us! You do not just enter our college, but immediately fall into a special list of students with special privileges!"

What? This was all the more unexpected because the letter declared the opposite. Apparently, non-compliance with the criteria meant over-fulfillment of the criteria.

"So I was admitted?"

"Sure!"

The relief on my face was so bright even the woman in the chair smiled while looking at me.

"In addition to the fact we received your good grades from school and the results of our tests, we paid attention to your sports skills and additional classes. Your hobbies with oriental practices, as well as endurance parameters and a medical card, allow you to enroll in a special team."

Hmm, you wondered what they mean. You were far from an athlete form, although you were engaged in something like that and was not thick...

"And if your participation is confirmed, then this will allow you to transfer to free education. You understand?"

You could only nod. The conversation became exciting.

"In fact, you are admitted to the inner circle of students."

"Thank you very much!"

"Well, do you agree?" - dean asked.

"Yes, yes!"

"Very good! You need to sign some documents and we sent your name in the record of admitted students already before lunch!" The dean said showing you on documents on the table in front of you.

To sign documents and be able to get free tuition? Quickly looking at the document in front of you, you decided not to delay the dean and you did not peer deeply into the document, noting that there are standard paragraphs on education, responsibilities, rights and medical testing. You just put your signature.

"Well, that's great! Come at 6 pm tomorrow! Ellen, my secretary, will give you an address. I will introduce you to our professors and your new classmates. I think you will like our cute club. By the way, here is Deborah, it's leader and my wife," the dean said.

Finally, you were introduced to a woman who did not take her eyes off you. She got up from the chair, and you stand too to shake her hand.

This blonde was a little over 40, although only her fingers betrayed her age. She had a middle size boobs and strong hips gave her grace and sexuality. The mature beauty of this woman seemed very attractive. She had a deep timbre of voice and smart eyes.

Politely shaking her hand and introducing herself, you remained standing, while Debra walked up to her husband, stopping at the back of his huge leather chair.

"Well, that's good! See you tomorrow!"

"Thank you very much, Mr. Sanders, and to you, Mrs. Sanders!"

Nobody heard what was told after you leave the dean's office.

"Good boy, I'm sure everyone will like him," а female voice pronounced.

"Oh, you haven’t seen a new student girl yet, that’s who you want even more," the man answered.

"Oh, only if she has a dick!"