Ashley's Flirting Goes Very Wrong (Closed)

[debbiev]

My name is Ashley, I'm 18, 5'5" and 125 lbs. Long brown curly hair and deep brown eyes. Tannish complexion, and 36d and curvy, bubble butt. I'm social, love to flirt and tend to get what I want, at least when it comes to boys.

Born, raised and live in the Bronx. My neighborhood is referred to as "that area". I consider myself street smart and common sense smart. Book smart, not so much, but I try. My book smart effort has paid off as I get a grant to attend college and not just any college, it's the University of Portsmouth in the UK. I mean seriously? A girl from "that area" getting an all expense paid to a prestigious school? Hey I'm not about to turn that down.

My first time on a plane, I look down and see my neighborhood as the plane takes off. Feeling like this is a new adventure for me, a complete change of my life, maybe I'll make something of myself. That's a thought I never previously had. I mean I never thought I would pull myself out of "that area" Maybe now I can take my street smarts and use it in a whole different world.

The school seems pretty amazing and it's huge. I head to my dorm so I can settle in. I guess my dorm roommate seems okay, but she's one of those studious Asian girls who's trained by her parents to study and not be social. Ugh. I suppose partying with her is out. Doesn't matter as I make friends easily.

I get dressed for my first class, wearing a white pullover V top that barely meets my waist and tight jeans. All my jeans are tight, I admit I like the attention.
White bra and thong underneath, hey no panty lines here. I slip on sandals and I'm off to my first class. It's a World History class taught but some Professor named Frank King.

I stop and buy a yogurt and coffee and take that into class. I guess everyone is anxious as the only empty seat is the front and center. Weird cause I always sat in the back in high school. Oh well, my new experiences starting already.

 

[Brutal_One]

My name is Ashley, I'm 18, 5'5" and 125 lbs. Long brown curly hair and deep brown eyes. Tannish complexion, and 36d and curvy, bubble butt. I'm social, love to flirt and tend to get what I want, at least when it comes to boys.

Born, raised and live in the Bronx. My neighborhood is referred to as "that area". I consider myself street smart and common sense smart. Book smart, not so much, but I try. My book smart effort has paid off as I get a grant to attend college and not just any college, it's the University of Portsmouth in the UK. I mean seriously? A girl from "that area" getting an all expense paid to a prestigious school? Hey I'm not about to turn that down.

My first time on a plane, I look down and see my neighborhood as the plane takes off. Feeling like this is a new adventure for me, a complete change of my life, maybe I'll make something of myself. That's a thought I never previously had. I mean I never thought I would pull myself out of "that area" Maybe now I can take my street smarts and use it in a whole different world.

The school seems pretty amazing and it's huge. I head to my dorm so I can settle in. I guess my dorm roommate seems okay, but she's one of those studious Asian girls who's trained by her parents to study and not be social. Ugh. I suppose partying with her is out. Doesn't matter as I make friends easily.

I get dressed for my first class, wearing a white pullover V top that barely meets my waist and tight jeans. All my jeans are tight, I admit I like the attention.
White bra and thong underneath, hey no panty lines here. I slip on sandals and I'm off to my first class. It's a World History class taught but some Professor named Frank King.

I stop and buy a yogurt and coffee and take that into class. I guess everyone is anxious as the only empty seat is the front and center. Weird cause I always sat in the back in high school. Oh well, my new experiences starting already.

I walk into the Lecture Theatre. The start of a new semester is always full of exciting challenges. The curriculum is world history but my specialisation is in the various practices of sexual slavery and exploitation that have featured across all continents and religions.

What makes this particular class quite special is it is supported by A fund I set up from the wealthy estate I inherited. It’s remit to help the disadvantaged and Underprivileged.

But as an academic scholar i believe firmly in the power of education to transform lives. I take this responsibility seriously and know that I have the skills to teach, coach and nurture students that are given the chance to improve their lives.

My special and unique skill is the ability to identify and work with those students I work out have the potential but need my personal guidance to understand the complexities of the subject matter. In part I achieve this by researching the students that have been selected. I study the notes and makes my own assessment of the candidates already identifying those I believe I can guide from the beginning to have the best start.

I drop my glasses down and scan the list of names. The students have been given white board markers to write out their names.

It takes my time scanning the various seats. Hmmmmmm Ashley. Ashley Brown. There she is. I take a good long look at her. White pullover top, brunette I notice her midriff briefly. Nice face I think absent mindedly to myself. I push the glasses up onto my face.

“Good Morning Class! I am Professor Frank King. Welcome to Portsmouth University. The home of the British Naval Base. It has a wealth of history behind it. Our task is to unearth some of histories darkest secrets and discover the reasons for mankind’s excesses. It is going to be an interesting course. Let’s begin.”

 

[debbiev]

Did he say "Sexual Slavery"?

Sitting in the front center seat is so odd, so close to the Professor, I feel like a nerd, which is really funny since I used to take advantage of nerds in high school.
Not sexually, eek. I would have them tutor me for free and also get in good with them enough to copy their work. All under their assumption of getting me in bed, which never ever happened with a nerd. But I suppose they could always dream. I always liked the bad boys I suppose for the excitement.

I notice the Professor look me over some. I smile and know that if he likes me it could only help my grades. I know Portsmouth is going to be seriously competitive so I need to do what I need to do to get my grades up, I don't wanna blow this chance to be here.

As I listen to the Professor discuss the course he gets my attention with the description of "sexual slavery" and "exploitation". Sounds kinda hot to me. Oh my god, I know that's a sick thought, slavery was horrible, but you know, I have to admit that playing slave and some bondage in the bedroom sounds really hot. I suppose I shouldn't be thinking that way but I am. I suddenly get a visual of being tied over the Professor's desk. I shake that thought from my head and try to concentrate. I mean that thought is wrong on so many levels.

The Professor rambles on about the course and starts the lecture. So far kinda boring since we haven't gotten to the sexual slavery yet, but I can tell he is into the course. He is probably the only one in the room that is.

Class ends and I walk up to the Professor, figuring it doesn't hurt to brown nose a bit. "Oh Professor, I really like history and you seem to specialize in details that no one else does. I was wondering if you have an information or books I can look over to get a further insight on exploitation and slavery." Of course me conveniently leaving out the sexual part, not wanting to sound weird. I stand there and jut my hip out a bit as I wait for the Professor to respond.

 

[Brutal_One]

Professor meets Ashley

Ah Ashley right? You were one of the American students selected from my bursary. I have overlooked your application. I personally vet all the candidates that are funded from the scholarship.

I appear to have the skill to discover a student’s hidden potential. I know your pure SATS are not really what we expect from students that get admitted to this University. Very exclusive you know. But I think I detected something you did not know yourself. My second PhD is in Psychology you know. That and a talent for something called post hypnotic suggestion.

Oh don’t look alarmed dear. I won’t put you under a spell. I use it surprisingly to do regression and take people back to former lived lives. Very useful in my field.

I do individual Assessments so I can talk more about that hidden talent. Just to let you know too the University is arranging a visit to the Naval Base. I recommend you go. Sign up is outside.

You asked a question about the special areas like slavery. You may not know but Portsmouth is also a research University. Currently we had a new arrival of artefacts from Egypt. Seems there may something that explains the mystery of seven sacrificed virgins.

Oh and dear. If you decide to go to the base you are best advised to cover up a bit. As you might imagine the Naval lads can get a bit frisky. You show too much of your charms. Have a good evening. See you tomorrow. Individual assessment is at 10 am upstairs in room 10. There will be chairs outside where you can wait to be called in.

Oh and by the way some of the students are meeting tonight in the Invincible Pub. I plan to pop in myself so it’s an open invitation. I have to dash now I’m sorry.

 

[debbiev]

Navel Base Guys, Nerds and Tutor Time?

I smile when Professor King said he knows something about me. However he makes me feel a little bad about my grades not being up to the University of Portsmouth's standards. Of course I knew that since I got here on a grant for the underprivileged. Otherwise I would have been lucky to make it into some podunk university in the States. But hearing it from him makes me feel like I don't belong. However the Professor smooths it over when he mentions that he discovers potential and has detected something I didn't know myself. Hmm, wondering what he is thinking, now he has me curious.

The word hypnotic scares me some, but the Professor then clarifies that it's not what I think it is, but something about past lives. Okay, he's definitely out there, but it is interesting, so I suppose I can play along. I mean I do need to kiss some ass to get good grades here, just like I did in high school. And no, not literally kiss ass, so the old Professor student thing isn't happening.

With the mention of the Navel base, my first thought is...cool, lots of cute guys. "Sure I'll sign up Professor, definitely"

The Professor mentioning that I need to cover up when going to the Navel is insulting as I know he is implying that I'm not dressed appropriately now. I mean I'm wearing a short top and jeans, geez, what a prude. I mean it's not like I'm half naked.

"Okay...10 AM, I will be there" I smile and walk out, giving him a slight wiggle as I do.

I go to my other classes and they are pretty much boring. Classes loaded with nerds, just like high school, although most of these nerds have English accents. Some of which I can barely understand. But I'll be fine. In my math class I sit next to a nerd ball and I notice he glances over at me several times. Okay, he's a horny nerd ball.

As class ends I strike up a conversation with him, hey I need a free tutor otherwise no way can I pass this class. "Hey I'm Ashley, I was wondering if you understood what was going on in class today, I have to admit I was lost and it's the first day so that kinda sucks. So I was wondering if you could explain a few things to me, maybe over lunch later?"

Knowing that is totally forward but I don't care, what's the worse he could tell me, "no?" If so screw him. But from the way he was glancing over at me I think he'll jump on my offer. God I'm so sneaky.

 

[Brutal_One]

Finding Ashley Out, manipulative sub?

After the Young Ashley left I got down to the boring job of admin paperwork. Not so boring however as I devised a Psychology test that all student applicants have to complete. It’s appears to be a standard Profile with the usual question of likes and dislikes. However it is prepared in such a way that certain key questions determine how submissive a female applicant is. I am curious about Ashley’s motivations, it is abundantly clear to me that she is good at extracting things that will benefit her.

It seems at odds however with her score which suggest she is very sub. I find that fact fascinating, a sub that manipulates. I am looking forward to her appointment at 10am tomorrow. Although I have not shown her my true nature, the sadist in me is excited - she is definitely my type. Buxom, brunette, long hair. She reminds me very much of a Bondage Model in Bondage Life Number 52. Pretty bound brunette in black basque and stockings. Stilletos. Ball gagged.Roped and taped. Looking up at her captors.

On leaving for the night I check the sign up list for the Naval Base. Ashley’s name is on the list. That might be a problem. I can’t as easily control who she sees. I feel a bit like her Dad but then it is true I do want to ensure these young adults get a better break. The U.K. government buzz word these days is “Level Up”. I am part of an Education system trying to live up to that promise. I am starting to develop other plans for you Ashley and it does not involve a bunch of horny Navy Boys messing it up. Sadly she won’t be available for the next OVA night at the Invincible, the timing wouldn’t work. Pity. She’d be ideal. However in my circle of like minded friends Ashley is certainly a person of interest. I take out my phone and dial. Hi Gordon. Listen will you be at the Invincible tonight? You will, great. Regarding the conversation about your son I may have the solution.

I tidy up and head for the pub.

The Invincible Pub has a great history in Portsmouth. It was due to be demolished but was saved. The owner Mike Robertson used to run it with his wife and bar staff until she sadly died. The financial fortunes were restored when I joined through an association to one of his key staff. My prodigy Michelle Ryan. A beautiful highly intelligent brunette. One of Portsmouth’s brightest students who is currently working with me on her PhD. The failing fortunes of the pub were restored when I brought a special exclusive event to the Pub. A BDSM game with 3 male players the Dom’s and 3 female subs a blond, a brunette, a redhead. We used to refer to what we called the upstairs activities. I Built a BDSM sound proof dungeon up there. As part of the recruitment process the access to students and my profiling assessment meant each year 3 new girls were selected. We refer to them as “The Invincible Girls”.

I arrived and checked with Mike at the bar. No a girl fitting Ashley’s description was not here nor did she turn up for the rest of the night. I found Gordon and had the chat. Gordon had been one of the male Dom’s on the second OVA night, the second year. Gordon has a son. A very bright lad but a total nerd with girls. Slight in stature, ginger hair, glasses. He also had a slight stammer. His fortune with girls in the circumstances were not in his favour. Like any young lad he wanted laid, his dad wanted him laid. Gordon had discussed it with me.

I discussed Ashley with Gordon, her looks, her sub behaviour, her manipulative behaviour. After confirming with a shake of the head that no, it wasn’t going to work out for her to be in the next OVA game Gordon and I agreed though that she could help get his son laid. It would be poetic justice. The nerd gets the girl. I also had designs on Ashley. Her behaviour deserved punishment. I was just the Professor to deliver it to her.

My name is Graeme Stevenson, the son of Gordon Stevenson. I am a student at Portsmouth University. I know I come across as a nerd, a bit of a geek. But I can outsmart most people. My biggest issue is with members of the opposite sex. I have zero and I mean zero luck. Talk about first base. I don’t usually get near the field. Not the same social circles. I am not a jock. The stammer doesn’t help. I get depressed if I think about it too much, so I don’t. I’ve discussed it with my dad. He said he would help. Last night he gave me a call. “Son look out for a new student Ashely Brown. She is American. Very sexy.”
“But dad, someone like that would never look at me!’
“Trust me son she will. I spoke to Professor King. Ashely will probably come to you.”

I feel a tingle. Excited. No way. Anyway it 9am and first lecture. I see a few students but they don’t associate with the nerd.

But then ..... what do you know. She comes up to me. Ashely, Ashley Brown. This girl is hot! I mean real hot. I know my stammer is going to get in the way.

But now she wants to meet me for lunch. This seems like the best day of my life.