Not Quite the Classroom (closed for seamus44)

[RaineyGirl16]

Allison could feel her stomach turning and she took a deep breath to fight back the tears. All of the girls said that it would get better, easier but after a week it still made her feel sick. On the other side of that curtain was the stage, and the men, with their greedy eyes and hands and dollar bills that were somehow supposed to make all of this ok. Dollar bills that her pride told her she was too good to take, even if it was the only way to stay in school, her dream school. She took another deep breath and reminded herself, "Fuck pride. I'm not going to let him down."

The music went silent for a moment and a voice came over the sound system, "Now on the Fantasy Stage: Misty!" Allison burst through the curtain wearing a silver baby doll that lifted and accentuated her 32C breasts, a silver thong, silver platform heels and a fake smile. She walked with slow confident strides before arching her back against the pole and letting her right hand run through her wavy, blonde hair, while the left lifted the hem of her baby doll teasingly as her hips swayed back and forth.

 

[Seamus44]

starting over

.…Tom Higgins, just slightly on this side of 50 was starting over. A self made multi millionaire he exhibited the same kind of passion for succeeding in business as he did in more destructive behaviors. I was only a few years ago that he been discovered with two of the college interns wrapped around him naked in his office at the Christmas party. It wasn’t the first time, but since one of the interns was the Chairman’s daughter, this time it was different.A generous severance package was arranged and this was swept under the rug. Divorce papers quickly arrived and he was happy to sign them, as well as a very large check to his soon to be ex-wife. Out of work, he drank, drugged, fucked and sucked even more. It nearly killed him, but didn’t and a DWI later he opted for rehab in place of jail.He took well to rehab, despite a few lapses, months past, on his one year sobriety anniversary he received an unusual call. A former mentor of his after making his fortune had gone into teaching and had progressed to be the Dean of a small but prestigious college in New England. Tom had earned and kept his teaching credentials active and there was a need for a economics professor there. The Dean had to pull some strings to arrange it, but it seemed like just the perfect quiet spot away from his normal vices.Through the Dean, Tom arranged to rent a small house near campus , shipped his belongings hopped in his old SUV and headed north…

He got to campus a few days before the term began...nervous uncertain and puzzled why he decided on this.. finding the key in the flower pot where his friend had hid it when he let the movers in, he unlocked the door and stepped into his new existence.

"Fuck what I wouldnt give for a beer and and bj right now" he spoke aloud for no one to hear...



Tom, 49, salt and pepper hair, moustache, goatee, 6’ 225 lbs, bad knees from playing hockey…

 

[RaineyGirl16]

The campus was quiet other than the rhythmic patter of the light rain against the leaves. It was early, and classes didn't start for another day but Allison strolled across the Quad leisurely, in no hurry for her first meeting with a new advisor. She tried to focus on the classes she planned to take and the direction of her academic career, but her mind was cloudy from too little sleep and wandered. She wondered how many times her father had walked under this same row of maple trees to stay dry, and whether the coffee in the dining hall had been any better in his day, she doubted it could have been much worse. She had always dreamed of following in his footsteps and coming to his alma mater, but since he passed away five years earlier, it had become the force that drove her through high school. Now, here she was and in a heartbeat it seemed that it would slip through her fingers.

Before she realized how far she had walked, she found herself in front of the brick building, the doors and trim all painted white. As she stepped out from beneath the shelter of the trees, the feeling of the rain in her hair, on her skin seemed to calm her. The small rain drops freckled her navy blue t-shirt and her khaki shorts. The occasional drops that found her thighs trickled slowly down her long, slender legs until they disappeared, absorbed into the cotton of her white socks.

Once she was inside, she shook her blond hair and ran her fingers through it before brushing the last few strands from her eyes. The stairs leading up to the fourth floor office served as an unpleasant reminder of how sore her legs were, the muscles aching with each step. Even though she was in great shape, the club had been busy and she quickly came to the realization that lap dances utilized a slightly different set of muscles than running or playing field hockey.

She glanced down at her phone at the top of the stairs and noticed that she was right on time. The door to the office was open just a crack and she knocked softly, hoping that she would be able to get this over with quickly.

 

[Seamus44]

first impressions...

Tom had gotten a good nights sleep, despite the absence of a beer or a BJ, once a multiple daily experience. He woke showered, left the stubble on his jawline around his other facial hair. Maybe he'd grow in a full beard now, after all, he was in academia now.

He dressed casually looking like something from the LL Bean catalog, wore his contacts today and got in his truck. He followed the gps' instructions to the academic building stopping at the campus Starbucks on the way for a boost. He got there early, found his office and began to get organized. He had received an itinerary from one of the department secretaries , there were about a dozen or so students that had been assigned to have him as an advisor, lunch with his old friend the Dean of students, and a faculty reception in the afternoon.

A pile of student profile folders on his desk in order of appointment. Grabbing the top one ....

Rainey, Allison Melissa, ..... thinking to himself...hmmm, great grades, extra credit, wait, what was this, a delinquent tuition notice from the Bursars office...uh oh

Hearing a tap on the door, "C'mon in..." checking his iphone he saw the time matched the time on the post it on the folder, A curvy blonde coed emerged from the doorway. Despite Tom's best efforts thoughts of deflowering her flooded his mind.

 

[RaineyGirl16]

Allison pushed the door open slowly and peaked into the office that held both the clutter and emptiness common to a new occupant. When she had heard that her new advisor was new to the school, she had assumed Professor Higgins would be a glorified TA, fresh with his PhD and embarking on his first real teaching job. On her way home from the club the night before, she had braces herself for the dreadful discussion where he would be over eager to show off his wisdom but naive enough to think that he could relate to a 19 year old sophomore. She wasn't interested in getting any help with her "problems" nor did she want to hear that this career student understood what she was going through.

Instead, she was surprised to see a grey haired man behind the desk, not old man grey, but a grey-dark mix that she would still call grey. "Good morning. Professor Higgins?" she asked, feeling foolish for the questioning tone in her voice, since who else would it be. She arched he back just a bit to slide the straps of her backpack off her shoulders and felt his eyes on her. Instinctively, she arched her back just a bit more until she realized what she had done. "God dammit, Allison," she scolded herself. "Leave the stripper shit at the club. You're not fishing for tips, he's your fucking advisor."

Her full, pink lips, shiny with lip gloss formed a surprisingly genuine smile as her icy blue eyes met his. She reached out her hand, "It is a pleasure to meet you."

 

[Seamus44]

down boy

Yes, that’s me, betting you’re Allison ummm…. (looking at the folder again) …Rainey? Standing and shaking hands properly, instantly feeling his cock twitch in his pants and the eye candy in front of him bending and stretching, accentuating every curve and mound on her young body. He mind raced to the scene in Animal House when the Devil and Angel appear the Devil urging Larry to fuck the passed out jailbait in his bed. He felt the similar lusts right now.

Jesus Christ, Tom why didn't you find an all boy school he thought. He noticed surprise in her bright blue eyes but not in a bad way.... that was promising. She nodded when he asked if it was raining out already, seeing the moisture on her backpack and tee.

"Okay, have a seat here, your transcript and extracirculars are kick ass, you already have the correct courses selected, a few liberal arts 'gut' classes to beef up the GPA... you hardly need much more than my signature only one problem", as he passed the Bursar billing notice in her file to her with the big red PAST DUE-REGISTRATION HOLD stamp on. "You aware of this already Allison ... Allie?" he added as he saw the same eyes welling up a bit. Always a sucker for cute blondes he touched her hand and passed her a monogrammed hankerchef, TMH, he had unpacked this morning.

"What's wrong...Mike, I mean Dean Fahey is an old friend of mine, what can I do to help, I am your Advisor after all."Tom's compassion was genuine, but his little head couldn't help but project how she might show her appreciation one day. Down boy he thought silently

 

[RaineyGirl16]

Allison could feel the tears welling up in her eyes at the sight of the Past Due Notice. She waved away the handkerchief, clenching her jaw and stared down at the worn tan carpet as she struggled to regain her composure. She wanted to scream, swear, slap that fucking concerned look from this stranger's face, but she was silent and motionless for a moment. When the words finally came, her voice was soft but dripping with anger, "They told me that I'd be able to register as long as the balance was paid by the end of this week."

She was lucky that her mother had started moving her first semester tuition payment into a separate account before her boyfriend "invested" the family's savings into a venture that went bankrupt within weeks. She was only a few hundred short and with two more shifts at the club this week, she had been confident that she'd meet the deadline. Coming up with the full payment for the spring semester, as well as living expenses, would be a challenge but she didn't have time to worry about that yet.

When she spoke again, her voice had a more dismissive tone. "I'm sorry, it's no big deal. Everything just keeps getting messed up, so I'm losing my patience. I'll take care of it. I'm just wanted for the final transfer from my mom and everything should be set by Thursday." She smiled at her advisor embarrassed and hoping to avoid any more questions about her situation. "Do you have to wait for the account to be approved before you can sign?"

 

[Seamus44]

rawrrrr

Okay, this is a lot tougher than it looks Tom instantly gleaned when Allison composed herself and shrugged off the problem).

Something was going on with her, but she wasn't about to share with me right now He left it at that, the last thing he needed was a harrassment claim, especially with his history elsewhere.

"Okay, here's the thing, (smirking), this is new to me, so I probably don't have the juice to remove the hold, but I'll take it up with the Dean's and Bursars office, try to make sure you don't get bumped out of any of your core courses, you just make sure it gets paid as soon as possible. I see you have my class tomorrow morning, so I'll see you then, here's my Gmail and cell phone, keep me updated and I'll do the same, I'm having lunch with the Dean today anyway, so I'll ask.

"One last thing, I'm offering all my advisees a job working in the office, ... see if there's any interest before I offer it widely, since I'm late to the party the school isn't giving me any budget so I'm paying for this myself, but I'll probably pay better than the school, if you're interested let me know."

He got a bit of an icey vibe from Allison but he put it out there anyway, thinking it would be surely rejected. They stood and shook hands Tom did his best not to stare at her elegant frame as she left. The rest of his advisees came and went unremarkably, most of them were guys, none of the other females held a candle to Allison in any regard but seemed nice enough.

It was almost lunch time, Tom grabbed Allison's folder and headed to his friends office. The usual long time no see pleasantries were exchanged.

Handing Allison's folder across the desk to the Dean, and a few clicks and keystrokes later the hold was lifted and payment terms pushed out a bit longer, and her schedule was approved and active. "Behaving yourself"? the Dean asked, being the only one within 250 miles who knew the wild streak Tom was capable of... "So far..." was the short reply.

Lunch and the faculty reception went about as expected, he got back to his office in the late afternoon, placing her file on his desk, he opened it, found her cell and dialed it...It immediately went to voicemail, a perky voice greeted him* "Hi it's Allison, you know what to do and when to do it thanks...BEEP"."Hi Allison, Tom Higgins that hold's been lifted and an extension on payment terms... hope you're doing well, see ya in class..."

 

[RaineyGirl16]

Allison smiled as she listened to the message left by Professor Higgins and for the first time since she found out that her tuition money was gone, everything felt like it would be alright. Even before she left his office, there had been something about him, a confidence, a charisma that reassured her and made her feel comfortable. Now, as much as it could, everything was starting to fall into place since a couple of very generous tips that night had left her on the verge of paying off her bill.

"I didn't think you could do that, Misty." Allison jumped at the sound of the woman's voice behind her. In her excitement, she had almost forgotten where she was and as she snapped back to reality, her smile faded. The music still played, penetrating the walls and April's bright green eyes watched her as she tried to think of what she might have done.

"What?" Allison asked with a snarl that left April unfazed.

"A smile," she purred letting her own confident smile spread across her lips. "Like a real, genuine smile. You should do more of it."

Allison's face softened as she realized that this wasn't some sort of set up or joke. "Have I really been that bad?"

"Oh honey, you walk around here like someone shit in your drink. That fake smile may fool the guys that come in here but let's face it, they only see what they want to see, so pouty miserable turns into pouty sexy. Join me for a smoke?" April's tall, slender frame leaned against the wall that led to a small private smoking area while she twirled one of her long brown curls around her finger.

"No, well, I don't... but thanks. It's time for me to get out of here and get some rest." She smiled again, thankful for her first friendly conversation in over a week at the club. "My name is Allison."

"It ain't Allison here. You might have a little more fun with this if you remember that. Allison doesn't walk through that door. Only Misty does. Remember that and I think you'll do alright."

"Misty!" another voice shouted down the hall. "Guy out there is asking for you."

"I'm done for the night," Allison called back.

April shook her head. "Don't let one of the other kittens pick him up. He wants you and wants to give you his money. Just get out there and take it."

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Allison ground her ass against the bulge in the man's suit pants as she leaned back against his chest, tipped her head back and gently licked the love of his ear. He was breathing hard and she could feel his hands shake as the held her waist. She took his hand in hers and guided it towards her pussy. "You want to touch it, don't you?" she whispered. "You want to feel how wet your big hard cock made me." In a single motion she pulled his hand away and stood, feeling his hand grasping for more as he let out a pathetic sounding whine. She turned to face him, looking into his pleading brown eyes as she let her fingertips trace the outline of his bulge. "God, it feels like it is about to explode," she teased as she straddled him.

The music stopped and a voice came over the sound system, announcing another girl on the stage. "Do you want another song? I would hate to have to leave you like this." The man nodded weakly and Allison resumed her dance.

 

[Seamus44]

Tom headed out of the college building to his car, he plugged the address of community center that held an AA meeting in the town a few exits up the interstate into the GPS. He'd heard this was a good meeting, and was near a shopping center where he needed a few things for the house.* The meeting was good, and he headed over to the Home Depot, Staples and Supermarket.

Confused on his way out, he made a wrong turn down a side street. A brightly lit building there had all the markings of a titty bar.... okay, a gentlemen's club as the high end establishments called it. Feeling strong, he just smirked and knew only a short time ago he'd quickly be knee deep in tequila, tits and pussy but he passed by and found the correct route back to the Interstate.

Stopping for some Chinese food, getting home he unpacked, ate tried to get ready some for the first day of class tomorrow. Turning on the tv and the laptop,* Surfing to the secure school site, and logging into the faculty portal.
First class, ...Public Finance I... 9-10:30, k, ...clicking on the student tab, scrolling, almost unconsciously clicking on Allison's name her student profile came up.** While just a head and shoulders student ID shot it was breathtaking...unlike the others that seems like drivers license shots. He stared, then started rubbing his ever stiffening large cock in his khakis... not enough he set it free and stroked vigoursly, staring at the small photographic square on the screen... Thinking of how he used to select college students for the summer internship program in the same way, only it was usually their mouths when his hand was now. Groaning as he shot his load all over his knuckles... as the blood flowed back to his brain, he looked at the mess, and her picture, grunting sarcastically... "yea Tom, that's likely to happen" remembering the cold brush off she'd given him in the office this morning.... and that he didn't have the same influence here.

Cleaning up, packing up for the morning he wash the spunk off his hands and fell asleep.

Waking early, showered, dressed a bit more formally for the first day, Harris Tweed jacket and tie, dark brown pants Bass tassel loafers ... Stopped again at the Starbucks, but made a note to find out where the gym was.*** More than a few comely coeds caught his glance on this warm September morning, but he was more excited to begin and master this new adventure than to dwell on that... at least for now.

The classroom was just down the hall from his office and he was the first one there, he got his handouts, texts, wrote his name, email, phone and office hours on the white board behind him.****Students began to file in, a few of the other advisees that he'd met yesterday, but not the most interesting one .... yet.

He closed his eyes and whispers...'please don't let me fuck this up'....
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[RaineyGirl16]

Allison hurried across campus, not quite running but moving with a purpose. The last thing she wanted was to be late to her advisor's class, on the first day, especially if she was hoping that he might consider her for a job in his office. She couldn't remember the last time she had overslept her alarm like that and cursed herself for staying at the club so late. She hadn't had time to shower or even get a cup of coffee, but of which she badly needed. She threw on a pair of wrinkled khaki shorts and a pink t-shirt, pulled her hair back in a pony tail, brushed her teeth and ran out the door. "God, I smell like a fucking stripper," she thought as she caught the faint scent of her vanilla body spray from the night before.

When she met with Professor Higgins yesterday, she hadn't even considered the possibility of a job at the school, in an office, but before she left for the club, her mother had called to ask when she was coming home. With the thought fresh in her mind, she made up a story about how there had already been enough for money in her account and she was getting a job with a professor to earn enough to live and pay for the spring. She was fortunate that her mom was neither very smart nor one to dig, since a moment's thought would have exposed the truth; you don't make $25k plus living expenses in three months as an assistant to a professor. Instead, her mom responded, "Just like your father," with both pride and sadness in her voice.

Allison walked into class with only moments to spare, drawing the attention of the whole class as the door creaked and banged shut behind her. All of the seats near the back of the room were full, so she had to take one towards the front, but at least it was off to the side and not front and center. As she sat down she thought she caught a funny look from Professor Higgins and she couldn't help but blush even though she knew she was probably just imagining it.

 

[Seamus44]

BANG!
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The door slammed shut just as the clock struck 9.* Tom smirked at the familar frame with the flushed mortified face at the attention of 25 or so pairs of eyes fixed on her.** Some of the boys laughed, called out "nice going Rainey!" adding to her 'shame'.
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"Shut up Baldwin.... someone needed to wake you up anyway"... Tom retorted to Dave Baldwin, who was another of his advisees and the kind of spoiled pretty boy Tom detested.
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Glancing back Allison's way, smiling, and thinking to himself, 'wow, 9 am probably hungover and looks this good' noticing her long tanned and toned legs that he wished were wrapped around his back, her*ample breasts and bra strained against the pink tee that looked a size or two too small, 'wonder if they're real he thought'** she took a seat left of center.
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Beginning... Okay, Public Finance I, MWF 9 to 10:30, Tom Higgins, ...me... if that's not why you're here, you're in the wrong place.** I'm Professor Higgins, Mr. Higgins, Tom, etc. etc.... not much on formalities, much more on results.** I'm new at teaching, worked in the real world up until now so if you think I'm doing something wrong, being an asshole (laughter at the profanity), ... you're probably right.... doesn't mean I'll change, but come talk to me.**
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All my contact information is up there...textbook requirements, sorry they are so expensive, look on Chegg or Amazon first,*and syllabus is here...(walking to the head of each row and giving out copies to pass back).
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I'll take attendance a few times, just to get names and faces right, I know a few of you already, (glancing again Allison's way).** The list was alphabetical so Allison was near the end, Tom said her name, looked her way, knowing she was obviously here and checking her off his list.
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The usual course outline, requirements, grading parameters.... Tom constantly pacing, gesturing as he lectured, the same energy that served him well in the finance world, it was what he knew and still had a passion about.* Took advantage of pointing to the current government shutdown as pure Public Finance being politicized.
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Walking up and down the aisles, eyeing a few of the other lovely coeds in attendance.** Coming up behind Allison, what was that .....Vanilla? tickling his nostrils....thinking that Allison, huh?* Someone's coffee?**a bit trashy, but not awful...
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Getting back to his desk, taking the last slurp from his Starbucks, checking his iphone for messages thinking to himself that still nobody interested in the assistant job, ...shit ....** Most of the kids here were trust fund babies, or already assigned.
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Questions anybody?**
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"Is it true you're new assistant coach on the hockey team?"* Dave Baldwin snorted....
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"Questions about the class Mister...?** But yea, probably if my knees and ankles hold up, .... (snarling) going to see a lot of me Mister"
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Anyone, except him....

 

[RaineyGirl16]

Class was, well, about as exciting as Allison had thought Public Finance would be. Professor Higgins certainly had a different style than most of the professors at the school and it seemed to her as though he were trying to be some fictional professor that he wished he had when he was in school, firm, but passionate and funny, the kind of professor students wouldn't mind having a beer with. Doubtless her classmates, especially Dave and a few of the girls would be camped out in front of his office, trying to kiss his ass any chance they had. Even now, as soon as class had ended, Ashley and Missy were up at the front of the room, asking him questions, joking with him.

She walked to the back of the room, and rolled her eyes at Dave, who was dutifully waiting for Missy by the door. He looked at her with a smile and gave her a fake round of applause. "Well done, Rainey. Well done."

"What can I say, do I know how to make an entrance or what?" she said with a smile. "Want to tell your girlfriend to get the professor's cock out of her mouth? Other girls need a turn."

"You know Missy," he said while motioning with his hand in front of his mouth. "Besides, you might as well let her finish him off. His eyes were undressing you the whole class and he's certainly not your type."

Allison laughed. "You think you know my type? Just because I fucked you like a year ago, doesn't mean that you're my type. I fucking hated you."

"It was 313 days ago, not that I'm counting or anything and we dated for like a month!" he replied, pretending to sound hurt.

"Eh, you were cutest guy on our floor, or at least on our wing of the floor. If Evan from the west side came knocking, I would have dumped you much sooner." She punched him in the shoulder and they both laughed. Their brief relationship had been fun, her first fling of freshman year, but they both knew it wasn't working and separated amicably.

Missy and Ashley, finally finished with the professor, walked over to Allison and Dave. Allison shook her head at Missy. "Shut up, bitch," Missy said before giving Allison a big hug. "What the fuck are you wearing? You smell like a fucking stripper. And more importantly where the fuck were you last night? I wanted to get shit faced."

"Can you girls finish this later," Dave interrupted. "I need some fucking coffee. I didn't get much sleep with all of Missy's drunken whining about how Allison ditched her."

Missy took Dave's arm, "Ok, ok. Let's go." They began to walk out the door with Ashley following them. "Don't disappear on me again tonight, bitch."

With the room now empty, Allison walked to the front of the room. She felt nervous, but wasn't really sure why. "Professor Higgins, um... I just want to thank you for your help with the bursar's office. The transfer went through this morning, so I'm going to head down there right before lunch to get it all taken care of, but getting the extension sure helped me sleep better last night." Before he could respond, she continued, "I... um... Was wondering if that job was still available. I can only work during the day but my Fridays are completely free along with my Monday and Wednesday afternoons, until like 3:00." She blushed a bit, realizing that she had been rambling.

 

[Seamus44]

Jesus H. Christ, were these two seriously thinking their ass kissing was going to get them anywhere...? if he had to hear another "o'mah gawd" or see their obscenely large breast implants stay in one place. I guess they were used to dealing with amateurs at this,.... Tom thought as Missy and Ashley went on and on about how exciting they thought this class would be. If they didn't stop soon, he knew he'd fall off the wagon hard.

Pleasantly nodding and smiling at them. Attractive girls, despite hating implants, back in the day he'd quickly have them on their knees double teaming him in a cheap motel. The best sex was always with the smart, genuinely funny ones he remembered fondly. Plus these
two were a lawsuit or at least a harrasement claim, waiting to happen.
As the dynamic duo strutted their way towards Dave, and Allison (surprised she was hanging with them), Tom began to prep for his next class,

Not even looking up he bellowed "David, come see me in office hours with some of your colleagues about preseason conditioning"...

Looking down, figuring they all left together...Tom was surprised with Allison's approach.

"friends of yours Ms. Rainey?" saying with a disapproving tone..

"no, we just were in the same dorm last year.. but not now"

Smiling now, listening to Allison speak her mind...*and noticing it WAS her that smelled of vanilla

"glad I could help, honestly, you're the only one that's asked about the job, so it's yours if you want it... I'm thrilled you're interested, *as I thought I was going to have to post it publicly... glad to have you.... and most of all, especially now, call me "Tom".** Like I said, it isn't an official school position, so you won't get credit for it, but I'll pay you well, and in all cash if that is okay... Here's my full class schedule, you've seen my office hours, figure out a schedule that works for you with your classes.* If this works out, you could keep the job in your junior and senior years maybe do some TA work if you're interested."

you okay for food and spending money after paying the Bursar?"* Reaching into his briefcase he took a pinch full of twenties and handed it to her like they were m&m's.** Call it an advance..

She'd been*taught by the older dancers at the club another thing, look at the quality of the guys clothes, shoes, briefcase and watch, to gauge the man's wealth and spending ability. All of the indicators here discreetly pointed that he was no slouch. What was he doing here then, huh?

"So now that you know my other secret, you a hockey fan....? "

 

[RaineyGirl16]

Allison felt herself rambling again, telling a story about how her dad used to bring her to Boston Bruins games when she was kid until the family had moved to San Diego, and how he had played in college until he had to quit his sophomore year to take an extra job. All the while, in the back of her mind she couldn't quite figure out why she had denied being friends with Dave, Missy & Ashley. She had heard the disapproval in his voice and instinctively dismissed her friendship with them. Maybe she was just saying what her brain hadn't caught up to yet; she wasn't like them anymore. She wasn't rich and had to work, god she was a fucking stripper, and their outlook on life didn't seem all that funny or interesting anymore. She still hadn't come up with any way to explain away her frequent absences. She couldn't let them or anyone else know what she was doing.

When her mind moved back into the present, she was immediately embarrassed and aware of her need for a cup of coffee. "I'm so sorry, Professor Hig... I mean Tom," she said. It felt awkward and unnatural to call him by his first name. Had he told Missy & Ashley to call him Tom too? She politely handed back the money that she had taken while her mind had been adrift. "I'm all set. My mom transferred plenty to keep me going." While it was clear from his dress that he was a man of means, the girls at the club had taught her another lesson too. No one hands out money for no reason. They're always buying something, so make sure you know what that is and whether you're willing to offer it before you take anything.

 

[Seamus44]

Despite Allison's rambling it was a welcome departure from the other two, every other word wasn't "like" "ya know" "gawd"...
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"Ah, I miss the "old" Garden.....it had character.. but the TD Building is nice, you been back yet?"
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"San Diego is beautiful, I took some time off after I left my last job and spent sometime in Southern California", (leaving out that much of it was court mandated in rehab and halfway), love the waves.* "Yes, I played through my sophomore year too, then I tore my ACL and MCL, screwed up the achilles, and I was through competitively, knee surgery has come a long way since.
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"Your folks must be really proud of you, Kiddo, ...(he hadn't read the file throughly enough to*know that*Allison's father was gone)...*Dean's List, all the rest, dealing with the trust funders...working and the rest"
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Taking the cash back from her, thinking silently, 'wow is this girl got character'...
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"Okay then, you let me know what I owe you and when, I'm thinking of doing my office at my house rental, that office down the hall*is more of a broom closet, but I have unpacking and setup to do.* When you figure out your schedule can you come by and help me there.** It's just off campus, 14 Eagle Drive, little white Cape."
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The next class started filing in, and Allison had to get to her next course.
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"Lemme know, have a super day, so glad you took the job, you have all my info"...
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Tom stared at her lovely bottom as he hurried from class, wondered what kind of underwear she wore, wanted to say, 'how about keeping the money and come over and earn it in private later'... jesus tom, not that she's like a stripper or an escort, she's your student and assistant, what the fuck is wrong with you...'
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focused on the next class...which was a freshman first semester class so would be even more of a challenge of his teaching ability.....At noon, that class was over he was packed up and headed across the Quad to the Commons building for lunch....

 

[RaineyGirl16]

Allison walked with a little extra swing in her step, no longer feeling rushed or panicked, there was an easy calm about her. She honestly wasn't sure what the best part of her morning had been; paying the bursar's office, her first delicious sip of dark roast coffee from the campus coffee house, or the warm water in the shower rinsing away a night's worth of body spray and sweat.

Professor Higgins giving her a job in his office definitely ranked a distant fourth, but it had also been necessary. Initially, Allison was skeptical when Professor Higgins said he'd be having his office in his home. That, along with the business of insisting that she call him Tom and trying to hand her a stack of $20's before she had even started work seemed sketchy. She had even considered turning down the job, but now that her brain had been primed with caffeine it occurred to her that after spending years in the field, the professors' offices probably did feel a little cramped and the title of professor must feel awkward. Besides, it would be pretty stupid for a first time professor, in his first week on the job, to offer a female student money for anything other than school business and she didn't think Professor Higgins was stupid.

Rather than hang around campus or her dorm and risk having to answer her friends' questions during her few free hours before she needed to leave for the club, Allison decided to head to the professor's house, to help him get organized. Despite her earlier apprehension, there was something intriguing about the man. He didn't seem like he belonged here. She couldn't place if it was just the stark contrast between him and the other professors at the school, or if there was something about his personality, but Allison felt flustered whenever she was in his presence. She remembered how she had rambled when she spoke to him earlier in the day and resolved not to do that again. The more time she spent rambling, the greater the chances that her secret would slip out.

As she knocked on his door, she felt self conscious about her appearance. In anticipation of unpacking dusty books and files, and moving furniture, she had dressed in clothes that would both be comfortable and that she wouldn't mind getting ruined, an outfit that did very little to flatter her figure. Her light grey t-shirt hung loosely on her body, especially at the v-neck and her gym shorts were long and baggy, relics from the days when she played basketball in high school. She knocked a second time at the door, wondering if she should have texted or called Professor Higgins before stopping by unannounced. His schedule had appeared clear for the afternoon, so she had assumed he would be home.

 

[Seamus44]

Tom had a light lunch, pretty much invisible in the Commons dining hall, which was fine with him.** "Well, survived Day One of classes" he said under his breath.** Headed to his vehicle, and made the short drive 'home' for some more unpacking and organizing.* The persistant thought in his head throughout was this kid 'Allison Rainey'.** Not a spoiled rich kid, just the opposite, it seemed, smart, well spoken, refuses an unconditional*dead president hand out....and then there was that body, that face.** Was he really still this jaded that he believed throwing money at something would always be the answer?** He honestly hoped not...
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Getting home he filled him arms with his school work and headed inside.* Placing his briefcase and paperwork on a desk in the spare first floor bedroom he envisioned as an office.* He headed upstairs to change into an old Maine Hockey tee shirt and shorts, he came back to wage war on the cardboard.** He broke down flat a few empty boxes, and put them out on the porch for recycling.
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He eyed his laptop, and remembered pleasuring himself to Allison's student ID photo last night... that thought crossed his mind, as well as the idea of surfing to one of his favorite free porn sites for some 'motivation'.** Mustering some will power, he found and straped on his knee brace and running sneakers and decided on some exercise, of the fully clothed variety.
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With no place to carry a key, he left the door unlocked in this rural setting, not seeing much danger having been a city dweller for years.
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heading with no particular path in mind, he clicked the stopwatch feature on his cheap sports watch and began to run..* Breathing hard, the cleaning country air 'tasted' good, when he hit the ten minute mark on the stopwatch he turned around and retraced his steps, he vowed to go further each day, but he was already drenched in sweat and still had to make it back home.
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He'd left his glasses at home as well, and hadn't put his contacts in for the run, he could see well enough for that... As he turned the last corner onto his block he gazed, was that someone on his porch?* fuck, was anything being delivered today?
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He ran as fast as he could to close the distance, feeling it must be important, as not many people knew where he lived.* As he got closer... a girl?...huh?** huffing and puffing to a halt, looking up the steps to the porch and focusing..
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"Allison (gasp gasp gasp)....a welcome surprise... " climbing the few steps, "c'mon in it's open, remind me to make you a key" heading to the 'fridge to get a gatorade, finding his glasses and getting back to 20/20 eyesight, "Want something?" turning back, noticing that he had changed since class looking like she was up for a workout... but still, she still exuded sexuality from every pore.

 

[RaineyGirl16]

Each of the times Allison had met Professor Higgins, he gave off the impression of a man that is used to being in control. Even though it had only been a couple of days, Allison had already thought it impossible that for even a moment, he didn't have his shit together. That is what made the sight of him running down the road so unbelievable. His eyes looked squinted and confused, a consequence of not wearing his glasses, and his face contorted as he gasped for breath, huffing and puffing. His hair was matted with sweat and his shirt drenched as he ran towards her with strides that showed their fatigue.

Allison stopped herself from laughing, a laugh that wasn't necessarily a laugh at him, but a laugh at her realization that he was, indeed, human. Everything from their first meeting, to class, to the way he talked to his hockey players in class had wreaked of preparation and planning, but at that moment he seemed amazingly imperfect and far less intimidating.

Allison hung back in the doorway as Professor Higgins walked for the fridge. "I take it this was your first run in a while," she joked with a smile that was more sweet than mocking. "Make sure you stretch so you won't be," she paused, "well I guess you're going to be sore tomorrow no matter what." As soon as the words were out of her lips, she wished she hadn't said it. It occurred to her that her professor and advisor was probably more interested in why she was there than in hearing jokes about his fitness. "I'm sorry, I probably should have called before I dropped in. I just had an hour or two and thought I'd come by to help you get set up, but obviously this wasn't the best time. I can come back tomorrow."

 

[Seamus44]

Catching my breath...

(initially shocked at Allison's forwardness and bitchy demeanor.. had he given this opportunity to someone ungrateful...? But taking the high road he responded calmly)

Yeah, well I pushed the run a tad...and I'm sure I will be sore... a few advils will fix that... wouldn't mind being your age again... you look in great shape, what do you do to stay that way.

Nah, you came this far... lemme see, what can we do...? These boxes (pointing to a stack)... I'm going to get a dumpster or send to offsite storage ... dunno know why I brought them here....

Maybe setup my student files in this cabinet.... they're in these boxes here...

But first ... I absolutely stink on ice, I'm going to take a quick shower...then I'll come help too... (heading to the bedroom and adjoining bathroom... you hear the water kick on)

 

[RaineyGirl16]

Allison noticed the change in Professor Higgins's tone, calm but sharper and more pointed. It was almost imperceptible but it was there, confirming that she had taken the casual attitude towards him too far. "It's a good sore though," she said leaning against the doorframe. "In the winter, I played basketball and, sure we ran but it wasn't like real running for track. When the season ended, my first few weeks of real running in the spring always left me hobbling around. It was how I knew spring was coming." Her mind drifted back to those early spring workouts, the first warm day that only felt warm in comparison to cold of winter and still had a hint of a chill in the breeze, her winter compression tights replaced by light running shorts, her long sleeve shirt replaced by a t-shirt that after a few 400's would be tossed aside to feel the warmth of the sun on her shoulders and abdomen.

She could feel his eyes on her and her mind snapped back to the present. She smiled. "I wish I had time to run like I used to but I just started up d-," she caught herself before she said dancing, "doing some workouts at the gym." She flexed her arm, which was toned but had little muscle to show for it. The loose collar of her shirt slid down exposing the smooth, lightly freckled skin of her opposite shoulder. "I decided to max out at 2 pound weights. I didn't want to show up any of the boys," she giggled.

She wasn't sure what it was about Professor Higgins that made her at so casually around him, but sensed he didn't mind it so much once she wasn't making fun of him. There was something that made her feel comfortable, like she didn't need to hold back. Of course, she knew she did need to hold back, he was her professor. As he walked down the hall, Allison spread her legs slightly and bent at the waist to heft one of the boxes onto the cabinet. "God dammit, I even pick up boxes like a stripper now," she muttered to herself. She thumbed through the folders, alphabetizing them by class, coming to her own file and resisting the temptation to see what was inside.

Tucked towards the bottom of the box was a picture of Professor Higgins and the Dean that must have been almost 20 years old. He was young and handsome with an easy, genuine smile that Allison was sure she had not yet seen. The picture only made him seem more out of place on this campus, and she wondered what it was that brought him here. She picked up the top box destined for storage to move it out of the way, this time remembering to lift with her legs, but the weight inside shifted awkwardly and she almost lost he grip. As she clumsily set the box aside, the top had come loose and sitting on top was a wedding photo of Professor Higgins, again with that youthful, easy smile and a beautiful woman, stunning in her wedding gown. He looked even younger in this one, and she found herself wondering where the woman was now.

She closed the box and walked down the hall to where she heard the shower running, calling through the door, "Are you sure there is nothing that you want in those other boxes? I moved them out of the way and can call the storage company for you if you'd like to get them out of here."

 

[Seamus44]

He felt comfortable hearing here talk about her exercise regimen, not noticing her "catch" .... She seemed quite lean and mean... in a great way.

The hot shower felt good, washing away the sweat and day. Soaping up with the body wash he began stroking his substantial cock. the athletic ones were always the best fucks he remembered fondly, you could always go harder, faster and in better positions with them.... bet this lil' thing Allison is like that

Thoughts of past conquests raced through his head ...mixed with fantasizing about this young thing just outside...

Just as he came from self pleasuring he heard...

"Are you sure there is nothing that you want in those other boxes? I moved them out of the way and can call the storage company for you if you'd like to get them out of here."

Regaining his composure.....as if he was about to be caught... shouted back through the door

"yea.... that's all old stuff I don't need anymore...." (obviously hiding the details of his past)..." if you know a place for offsite storage, sure, give 'em a shout"

Getting out of the shower, he toweled off, Putting on a Hefner-esque robe he emerged, just in time to get a view of Allison squatting to move another box... accenting her beautiful butt.

Strolling in the bedroom. he dropped the robe, found some clean shorts and a tee... going back in the main room to help sort through the paper..

"ahhh, that's better" he said to Allison emerging dressed and freshly drained.