Work-Study

It was Wednesday evening, and I eagerly awaited Katie. It was almost a dream, when she came up to you after the end of class last week, broke down in tears, and started admitting her financial troubles. Something about her parents, an old debt, and them cutting her off, I just couldn't remember what she had told me. All I could pay attention to was how small her shorts were--riding up her legs, cut off, pockets dangling on her ebony-white skin. Cute t-shirt, glasses, sneakers--she was the idyllic image of the young, naïve English major, stumbling up to her sweet professor for help and guidance.

You had cultivated that reputation on campus. Always willing to extend a deadline, meet outside of office hours, and write glowing recommendations for students looking to go to graduate school. It was genuine... but it also helped me compensate for the dark fantasies I would have about those students. About young women, eager to hear my knowledge, on their knees in front of me, sucking my cock with doe-y eyes, looking at me with a mix of lust and adoration. Sometimes the fantasies went further--luring them into the basement of the English department after a department party, plying them with champagne and theory, before brutally fucking them on the couches of the student lounge, knowing you would exist as a painful and erotic memory for the rest of their time at the university.

You were proud of yourself, for limiting yourself to fantasy, until you met Katie.

She was not your typical type. Older, for one, come back to school after some kind of conflict with her parents and with kids. Rather than the curvy, alternative girls who typically flocked to you, she was bright, petite, and girly. Sundresses, braids, long stockings--it felt like she was doing everything possible to gain your attention. And yet, unlike the open adoration you usually experienced, Katie was a tease, constantly keeping you off balance, wondering about her intentions, dreaming about her body...

You hadn't meant to, but when she came up to you asking for help, any work opportunity that could help her cover her rent for the rest of the school year, you invited her to your house for... some nebulous archival task. What a joke. But more surprisingly was that she immediately accepted, giving you, for once, that sought after look of adoration that you expected from the more fervent undergraduates. While usually innocuous, you knew well that your wife would be out of town that night, giving you free reign to do anything you want with Katie.