Girls "work" their way through college, Part II

[Guest]

OOC: This is the continuation of 'Girls "work" their way through college'. All are welcome to join in - the more the merrier! To join, post on the OOC thread 'OOC Casting Call: College Girls Become Porno Sluts'

IC:Annabelle Davies
I walked through the door of the English Department and started climbing the stairs towards Professor Rutland's third floor office. I bump into a guy on the way up and spill my books and folder. I mumble an apology and bend down to pick up my stuff. I'm so distracted...

Its three months since I first went out to the the edge of town where Frank Poole has his studio. The day after that I arrived at the place in the morning, stripped my clothes of and two guys fucked me on camera. I had been desperate for money then, now my financial problems had gone away, and I had become a pornstar.

I shake myself and stand up. I've got to concentrate for this tutorial. Professor Rutland doesn't suffer fools gladly and he would know if my mind wasn't on my work. I arrive at the door with a bronze plaque saying PROF. RUTLAND, knock twice and go in.

"Hello Professor Rutland."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kim

Kim walked into the studio, her duffel bag on her shoulder, her dark sun glasses on. Kim DeAngelo was a porno Star and she lvoed her job.

Frank was waiting for her in his office and she pushed the door in and said, "Hello Frankie!" she was wearing a black min skirt and a white tank top that did little to hold back her braless tits.

 

[Vikingboy]

Professor Rutland

OOC: Jack Rutland, PhD in Literature. Veddy British, veddy polished, veddy horny in his private life. Rutland is 50'ish, divorced, handsome, tweedy, clean shaven, always sharply dressed. He believes strongly that his students must be self-disciplined and that he should instill a sense of discipline in them.

He has been Annabelle Davies's advisor & teacher for two years, since she arrived at the University at age 17, and is interested in her well-being and growth. Recently, he has seen changes in her that have given him pause.

Prof Rutland is also, as I said before, a veddy horny man, though he keeps his sexual needs away from his classroom. He is a collector of amateur porn videos and has a propensity toward younger women. He has recently heard of a company in town that is turning out some medium quality, high intensity fuck films and has bought three or four.

Imagine his surprise when he opens "Cumbunny DP" and "16th Floor Fuckshow" and sees Slipper Coxwell perform for the first time.

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IC:

When the door opened, Jack was seated at his desk, looking at his laptop. He was playing a DVD with the sound muted. It was "Cumbunny DP" an amatuer porn fest that starred his prize student, Annabelle Davies. Ironically, she walked into his ofice at that very moment for a tutorial in Literature. However, he couldn't rise without letting her know that her academc progress was not the first thing on his mind.

He said, "Annabelle come in and have a seat. I'll be with you momentarily." She's wearing a short denim skirt and a white cotton blouse that is straining as always to contain her lovely breasts. But Jack forces hijmself to raise his gaze to her eyes and smile at her. As she seats himself, he returns his gaze to the computer where Slipper Coxwell, aka Annabelle Davies, Dean's list Scholar, is being fucked in the pussy and ass by two powerful looking black men. He hits the pause and looks up at her.

But now, he can only imagine her naked, sweating, ready to fuck.

It's going to be a tough 90 minutes.....

 

[hornydude04]

smiling as I see my favorite actress (and sometimes lover) walking in "Hello Kimberly, my dear, how is my all time best and favorite star?"

 

[Guest]

Normally I just swing right in as I knock on Professor Rutland, but this time he looks up sharply at me when I walk in the room, almost jumps. He greets me breezily, but there's something different about him today... something about the way he looks at me, the way his eyes almost glaze as he stares at his computer screen for a few moments.

I'm probably just imagining things...
"So have you had the chance to read my paper on the Brontes?" I say as he looks back at me.

 

[Vikingboy]

He's distracted from thinking ab out literature, but he snaps back to attention when she finally speaks,

"So have you had the chance to read my paper on the Brontes?"

"I read it some weeks ago, but I have not reviewed it recently. I've been rather busy on departmental discussions and other , uh, personal matters.

He digs through a stack of papers and finds hers. He skims it, shaking his head.

"Annabelle, would you mid if I ask you what is going on? The Bronte paper did not stand out in my mind as being your best work and now I recall being disappointed in it. Your writing seems unfocused, as though you were distracted when you wrote this."

He looks across the desk at his beautiful & sexy student, trying to get the imasges of her mouth sucking on a huge cock out of his head.

"I get the feeling that you've been 'jacklighting' as we called it at home ... working a second job, doing extra things to get the money for school. That could cause your focus to slip. Annabelle, how are you affording school this year? I believe your grants have expired and if you need financial aid, I'll help you get it. Perhaps if your more secure financially, you'll ge able to devote your time to studying and not to working in the evenings."

He looks deeply into her eyes, knowing how she got the money for ther term. He hopes she cannot gfuess what he knows and how he'd like to help her, the deal he'd be willing to make.

"There is a scholarship available to promising young women lit majors...$1500/semester. Enough to help anyway. Maybe we can discuss that?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kim smiled and replied, "just fine.a little hot but fine." She grabebd a tissues from his desk and wiped the sweat off her neck and exposed chest.

 

[Guest]

Annabelle

It hurts to hear Professor Rutland say that he is disappointed in me. He has become somthing of a mentor to me and I really want his approval. I'm not surprised that my paper was unfocused though, I have been so distracted lately by my 'job'.

I know that my work is suffering, thoughts about what I have done and what I have become prey on my mind constantly. I wonder how many people have seen the 'product'. I wonder how any of the men I meet have seen me naked, watched me having sex, though of me while they masturbate...

My heart skips a beat and I blush when Professor Rutland says I have been 'jacklighting', wondering what it means, what he knows. Quickly my worst fears are allayed, but I am on edge after that.

"There is a scholarship available to promising young women lit majors...$1500/semester. Enough to help anyway. Maybe we can discuss that?"

"That sounds interesting, I would like to discuss it. What would I have to do to put my name forward?"

 

[Vikingboy]

I start to speak, ready to tell her to quit fucking everything black stud in town, but stop myself. I smile, a plan forming in my head of how to "save" my little porn star from herself, and for me.

"The scholarship is given by a 4/5 majority vote of the Department and having a strong voice in that circle is paramount. You need to have a record of academic accomplishment, which you have, despite the Bronte sisters. YTou need to display fiscal need, which is not a problem here, although I still cannot fathom how you paid your tuition in cash this term. Most of all, you need a more formal mentor relationship than you and I have had, Annabelle. You need someone who will be a strong hand guiding you in all aspects of your life."

I look over the top of my glasses at her, my blue eyes focusing tightly on hers. Her face and eyes, her slight smile, tell the story. She wants this scholarship, and she wants the relationship I spoke of. My palms are itching and my hardness has returned.

"Just how ready are you to undertake this task, Annabelle?"

 

[Guest]

"Very much so." I reply, "Will it involve more than just our fortnightly tutorials"

 

[Vikingboy]

"Just how ready are you to undertake this task, Annabelle?"

"Very much so." I reply, "Will it involve more than just our fortnightly tutorials"

I smile as I look at her...my plans are moving along. "Yes, Annabelle, at least three times a week for now, then perhaps more often later. I want to be certain that you're doing exactly what you need to do."

I see a look of surprise on her face, as though she hadn't expected this degree of attention. When she nods, I continue,

"You see, the scholarship anticipates an increase ion your research, often in areas that our library cannot supply. Thus, I'd like you to come to my home at least one evening a week to further your studys and your disciplines."

i look at her for understanding and approval.

 

[Guest]

Annabelle

I absorb everything that he has told me. I really didn't expect the programme to be that intense. It must really be a big deal if such close attention from a senior member of the department.

I nod and smile. It sounds interesting, and I'm comfortable with Professor Rutland.

"I'm sure that I can squeeze you in." I say jokingly, "When would be good for you?"

 

[Vikingboy]

I'm sure that I can squeeze you in." I say jokingly, "When would be good for you?"

Oh, I'll bet you can, between classes and movies I think. let's see, tonight? movie time?

"I think that we could start this evening. Do you know my house at 145 Pine Tree Trail? It's easy to find, but the driveway is a bit long and the house is st away from the street. We can have all the privacy we'll need for your tutorial. Dress is very casual at my house, though not like here."

She nods and I continue. I fiddle with my laptop. "I'll need to get an article or two for you to look over & the applications form for the scholarship. Will you excuse me for a moment?'

Before leaving, I make certain that my viewing history is cleared, but that the cd-rom is still in the computer, ready to roll.

"If you like, check out the website on the laptop. Very interesting stuff there...."

And I leave the room....