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Sexology 344 Ch. 01

By: StoryofC



The class read Sexology 344. The vague description followed as, "An in-depth study of past and present human sexual behaviors." The class only offered 100 seats, of which 96 were already filled. If she wanted to graduate in May, Chloe needed a humanities course and this was the only one that fit into her current class schedule. No prerequisites were listed and the only mentioned requirement was an introductory lecture must be attended if students wished to continue with the course. Curious and desperate, Chloe decided to take the plunge and signed up for the 97th seat. 

Two Weeks Later:

With her book bag hanging on her shoulder, Chloe entered the large lecture hall to find every seat taken with the exception of a few near the front. "Great, I'll be dead center and a target." Chloe thought sarcastically. She made her way down the carpeted aisle way and gingerly tiptoed to the front middle seat. As she sat, Chloe glanced around with ocher eyes at her fellow classmates. Avoiding eye contact, she grazed the room before noticing the male peer directly behind her. Clear, green eyes met Chloe's and an exhale halted in her throat. Unable to look away, their breathless glance was broken by the tip tap of heeled shoes signaling the professor's arrival. Chloe looked to the lecture podium to discover an incredibly beautiful man peering out at the new semester's fresh meat. A deafening silence filled the hall as the professor remained quiet, penetrating each student with an unflinching stare. Chloe remained frozen in place, heart pounding, completely taken with her instructor's presence. Appearing to be of Mediterranean descent, the professor wore his dark wavy hair barely above his shoulders and piercing dark eyes peered out of rimless glasses. 

Finally, his accented, baritone voice cut through the muted room, "Hello class. I am Professor Angotti and welcome to Sexology 344. This course meets most humanity and a few science requirements. I realize the class description offered a less than clear idea of the nature of this course. This is my intention. The title and sketch of the class are to invoke a particular level of curiosity from interested students. This class requires all those involved to be curious and open-minded. The latter will be discovered today during this introductory lecture." 

Pausing, he reached into his tattered, leather briefcase to pull out a stack of papers before continuing, "I have here a non-disclosure agreement approved by the university. Let me assure and warn everyone wishing to remain, aside from those involved in this class, nothing is to be said about what goes on in this room. I have the full backing of the Dean as my research and lectures make this school a great deal of money. There will be swift and harsh discipline for any offenders." 

Dr. Angotti stepped up to the end of the first row to hand out the document and walked back to the podium. "I say this not to feed my ego, but to sidestep any misunderstanding of the nature of my lectures. I do caution each and everyone of you, my lessons can be quite graphic and even violent when the material demands." He waited for this information to sink in. "Now, my credentials are comparable to your other instructors. I completed my undergrad at the University of Edinburgh in anthropology. I attended grad school at Stanford University, where I also obtained my pHD with a focus on the sexual behaviors of cultures throughout recordable history. Let me remind you, this is a real class despite the uncommon focus. We will explore in-depth, modern copulatory practices and their ancient origins. Also, please hold any questions for the next meeting time. This lecture is simply observational. In fact, after signing and handing back the non-disclosure agreement, please put away all materials for my first demonstration."

There was a stirring of movement as students either packed up and left or passed the signed document to the front before putting their things away. Only five students left the building, leaving 95 students, including Chloe, eagerly awaiting their first Sexology lesson. There was silence once again as an air of uneasy curiosity occupied the room. Dr. Angotti moved to collect the signed agreements, shuffled through them and announced, "I have 95 papers. Allow me to once again stress the importance of your discretion. I will not hesitate to act if I feel the integrity of my lessons are compromised." Making his way to the back of the stage, the professor stepped out of sight and reappeared dragging a black folding table with him to the center. He adjusted his vest and continued, "My first demonstration is meant to thoroughly distance you from your comfort zone. I do not want you writing notes. I want your full attention and remember to hold your questions for the next session. Now, let's begin. Class, meet Rae, my most dedicated TA." 

On cue, a tall, slim, tawny-haired woman stepped gracefully from backstage. Not a single student uttered a word as they took in her full appearance, but there was an evident shuffling, indicating their surprise. Rae was outfitted in only a royal blue torso corset and a pleated school-girl skirt that scantily covered her perfectly round ass. Her perky, medium-sized breasts hung free and her small, pink nipples were trapped in silver clamps connected by a single chain. Rae wore her hair loose and long down her back and her feet were bound in 4-inch, blue stilettos. Proving to be the most shocking accessory, a black, studded collar surrounded Rae's neck. She stood with her hands behind her back, her gaze downcast. 

Chloe sat frozen in her seat, completely enthralled with the sight before her. She rode a rollercoaster of feelings from disgust to lascivious interest. Having only experienced basic sex with one man, Chloe never believed people like this actually existed. She thought it was made up by the filthy porn industry. Having a physical and sexual response only confused her more. Chloe's private reverie was interrupted as the professor began his lesson.

"Being young adults, I'm sure many of you are familiar with BDSM in one way or another. As we establish the teacher/student relationship, I feel it is fitting to demonstrate a show of dominance on my part to avoid confusion as to who is in charge. While I am open to the majority of sexual acts and have a vague sexual identity, I find the Dom/Slave relationship to be the most exciting. Rae serves as my primary slave and will participate in today's lesson." Dr. Angotti walked over to his slave and leads her to center stage by tugging on the nipple clamps. He took a black, velvet bag from her clasped hands and faced the class while addressing his TA. "Slave Rae, display position." 

Without hesitation, the young woman dropped into a downward-facing position, arms in front with knees curled in. She had turned her back end towards the class so they had a clear view of her hairless labia and plugged, puckered hole. A few gasps were audible from the rows of students, but the professor paid no mind. "Slave Rae, rise and inform the new students of your training details." 

Rae rose from her submissive position and, eyes still downcast, verbalized her routine. "When I am to act as Master Angotti's slave, I prepare both my holes by shaving off virtually all my pubic hair. I leave a small strip on my mons pubis as this is Master's preference. I then shave any other unsightly hair followed by oiling my skin, my pussy, and my ass. Before placing my buttplug, I am to clean myself out several times with an enema and am not to remove the plug until I am told to do so. I am not allowed any panties and must keep the plug in with only my muscles. If I drop it, I am punished. I am also not allowed to cover my breast after I place the nipple clamps unless in the general public. I am only allowed to do this by wearing a thin jacket. Master likes strangers to see the outline of the clamps on my naughty nipples. I am to be ready at any time to be fucked." 

As the TA spoke, Chloe once again battled a feeling of both aversion and excitement. She felt a hot tingle low in her gut radiating down to her clitoris. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, trying to stave off the growing ache. 

After Rae finished, Dr. Angotti reached into the black bag and pulled out a red ball gag. He explained its function as he fit the gag to his lovely slave. "To heighten the experience of being filled, a slave must have all holes plugged to reach maximum satisfaction. A true submissive loves the feeling of being fucked completely and, commonly, against their will. The gag will act as a filler for the mouth and I will show you the rest as we go." The professor paused and moved back to the table. He reaches into the bag again, pulls out handcuffs, a small bullet vibrator and turned back to his TA. "Slave Rae, over the table." 

The slave moved back towards the table to bend over at the waist, resting her elbows on the table's top. The students could see her from the side and her ample breasts visibly pressed against the cool vinyl. Dr. Angotti moved to the other side, stretched Rae's hands out in front and handcuffed them to a metal hook at the head of the table. He then reached underneath the table to retrieve a bar and kneeled down to latch it to the woman's ankles, making any real movement impossible. 

The professor continued his explanation as he stood up. "I've just restrained Slave Rae with a spreader bar, preventing her from closing her legs. Her wrist are bound and I intentionally left the clamps on because it is this slave's preference. She reacts positively to the extra pain and stimulation the friction makes while clamped. Now, she is completely unable to move. Make no mistake, this type of relationship requires an enormous amount of trust for it to be truly effective. The next portion of this demonstration will be solely visible, with varied guttural sounds and phrases."

With that, Dr. Angotti moved behind his TA and began to probe her pussy with his fingers. Rae moaned behind her gag and a distinct squishing noise accompanied the digital penetration only proving the slave was indeed ready to be fucked. The professor progressed to three fingers and the slave's hips rose up to meet each forward thrust. Her face turned towards the class, cheek pressed against the vinyl of the table, mouth frozen in an O around the ballgag, eyes open, Rae's obvious state of arousal affected each student. The professor's own excitement became evident as a visible, sizable tent grew in his pants. Rae's hip thrusts became more and more frantic as the professor sped up the finger fucking. Her strangled moans echoed off the walls and the students, glued to this decadent scene, were unable to look away or at each other. Dr. Angotti suddenly halted his ministrations to prevent his slave from climaxing. Finally freeing his cock, the professor took no time in brutally penetrating the bound woman in one movement. 

"OPHHMMM," Rae screamed in surprise and slight pain. But the professor did not pause for adjustment, he pounded his slave without ceremony. Making slight grunting noises, he gripped her hips and pulled her back on his thick cock repeatedly. Once again, the slave's breathing seemed to grow more haggard and Dr. Angotti stopped and pulled out of the wet pussy he owns. Taking a single step back, the professor began to lightly rub Rae's ass cheeks. Turning his body slightly, Dr. Angotti suddenly and viciously slapped the protruding buttplug, driving it deeper into the beautiful woman's depths. With each stroke of hand, the slave's entire body shuddered and her muffled gasps accompanied each smacking noise. Rae's punishment continued and the professor began to alternate between each well-rounded cheek, leaving bright red hand marks. Finally, the assault came to a close and Dr. Angotti gently touched the abused area. The slave wiggled her ass in delight as the sensitive skin was soothed by delicate caressing. She sighed in protest when the professor ceased his administrations.

Chloe realized she was breathing heavily and tried to slow it down by counting her inhales and exhales. A noticeable flush splashed across her cheeks and neck, Chloe grew aware of how warm she felt and the growing heat between her legs. She heard vigorous breathing from behind and looked to discover the same pair of green eyes staring back. Chloe looked downward at the large bulge straining behind zipped jeans and jumped as an electric jolt shot up her spine from her pelvis. Jerking her eyes back to the stage, Chloe's flush deepened and the ache in her groin grew to a nearly unbearable wetness. 

Professor Angotti leaned over Rae's body to unbuckle the ball gag, which she promptly pushed from her mouth. Reaching for the bullet vibrator, the professor spread his slave's pussy lips and pushed the metal egg into her well-lubricated entrance with a moist "pop". "Ahhmmm!" cried Rae, her whole body tensing as Dr. Angotti turned the dial to full blast. He rubbed the skin of her ass once again before pulling out the medium sized, black buttplug. This elicited a sharp inhalation from the bound woman and the professor repositioned his still hard cock at her back hole. He tested its readiness by gradually pressing his hips forward. As soon as his cock's head broke through her anal barrier, Dr. Angotti began to slam into his slave with the same vigor as before, forcing his length deep into her channel.

"Oh god! Please fuck my ass, please Sir!" Screamed the willing slave. The professor groaned and leaned over to grip Rae's hair, pulling her head sharply back and off the black table. Speeding up to an almost impossible pace, Dr. Angotti breathlessly demanded, "Who do you belong to, Slave?"

"You Sir, you!" The bound woman responded. 

"Tell me and the class what you want," directed the professor. 

"AH! I want you to fuck me like the slut I am! I want you to fuck me in front of all these people so they know who I belong to. I want you to fuck me anywhere at any time. OH please Master, may I come?" 

With a satisfied smile, he replies "Look towards our audience and come slave!" 

"AHHHHAA, YES, YES!!" Rae came hard as her body convulsed, pushing the bullet vibrator out to the stage floor. The professor smacked the side of her ass cheek for this transgression before abruptly stiffening and shuddering, signaling his own release. Dr. Angotti collapsed upon the bound woman beneath him, eyes closed while catching his breath. 

Several minutes passed before the professor calmly moved to pull his pants up and addressed his student audience, "As you can see, my slave is prohibited from sexual gratification without permission. This also greatly increases the intensity of each release and much of an S&M relationship demands proper exploration." He paused to unlock Rae from her handcuffs and she slid to the floor before assuming her submissive position once again.

"This concludes class for the day. If you intend to return to the next lecture, the merely suggested homework is to look up everything you can find on bondage and BDSM. While there is much to find on visual pornography sites, erotica and historical books are more informative. Also, please keep a diary of your emotional and physical response to each lecture. Your final grade will be based on this journal and a final exam. Remember not to disclose any information from today's class, or I will be forced to...punish you." 

Staring hard at the class one last time, Dr. Angotti stepped off the stage with Rae following closely behind. 

Flustered, Chloe clumsily stood, grabbed her things and made for the door as quickly as possible. Her thoughts racing with her feet, Chloe knew she had much to express in her newly required journal. 

Sexology 344 Ch. 02



Awaking the following morning, Chloe had a moment as if the previous day was a dream. There's no way that's legal. It couldn't have been real. She was convinced of this until the class syllabus glared at her from the dorm room desk, which only listed the title, instructor, and class roster. A sinking feeling hit Chloe hard and the room spun. The memory of the poor girl forced over a table and completely demeaned shattered Chloe's reality of the world. She never dreamt stuff like this was actually real. It was just a story, a gross fantasy for deviants. Watching a cultured, well-educated and attractive professor initiate such a scene was beyond her understanding. 

However, flashes of memory flooded Chloe's mind and an intense warmth spread throughout her naive body. The blonde hairs on her arm stood straight up and it only seemed natural for Chloe to reach and lightly stroke the eager gooseflesh. This, of course, sent chills down her body that seemed to instantly heat her trimmed sex. The gooseflesh cascaded from head to toe and Chloe found that just the lightest touch was like electricity. Her skin came alive and Chloe began feeling as if she was finally meeting her body, it's individual desires. The electricity was notably acute across her nipples, hardening as tips touched nips, the soft sides of her belly, and inner thighs. As Chloe's fingers trailed up from her knee, she also found her lower lips to be hot and larger than normal. She gingerly touched the swollen, moist tissue and an exquisite heat jolted up, causing Chloe's back to arch for a moment. She jerked her hand back and sat upright, unnerved by her body's betrayal. 

Chloe didn't even feel that type of pleasure during her one encounter with sex. The guy had just climbed atop her supine body and clumsily penetrated her without ceremony. The pain made Chloe never want to have sex again and that lent credit to her parent's dogma that sex is dirty. She dumped the guy immediately the next day.

"Sex is dirty." she said aloud. Contemplating dropping the class, Chloe already knew no other appropriate electives were open. She was stuck with this one. Instead of feeling trapped, Chloe decided to be a steadfast spectator and to learn what never to do and to avoid men who relished such acts. She thought of the course as a learning experience, a chance to practice control over aspects of life for which she lack authority.

Looking at her Sexology 344 journal, she knew what to write about her "reaction" to the first lecture's lewd display. Opening to the journal's blank pages, Chloe put pen to paper and scribbled away. 

The Next Day:

Rushing to class for the second time, Chloe burst through the lecture hall doors to find, once again, only the front seats available. Rolling her eyes, she sat in the same seat as before, seat number A6. Determined to remain aloof, Chloe refused to look around to avoid being sucked in by the green-eyed boy behind her. Pulling out the journal, Chloe sat, attention forward and back straight, waiting for Professor Angotti to enter the stage. 

She did not have to wait long before the familiar tip-tap of glossed, black oxfords announced the beginning of class. As expected, the professor, smartly dressed and intense, took the breath right out of the room. All Chloe's resolve, all the days worth of concentration, disappeared with the hum of chatter. Taking the podium, Prof. Angotti took control of the room. 

"Welcome back. I'm please to see we have the same amount of students as nondisclosure agreements. I trust everyone behaved since our last lecture and remained silent. Allow me a few words and then I will permit questions. If you're curious as to a more detailed outline to this course, do not expect a physical copy. I often change material to better align with the students' learning curve. That means the lessons will only be advanced as you wish. However, I hold that my job is to make you uncomfortable enough to encourage retention. Excitement is a great tool as well as discomfort." 

He reached into his worn briefcase and pulled out a bundle of papers. "While this may seem early in the semester, I, at least, want the option available to you now. As I said in the last lecture, your grade will depend on the weekly journal you keep and a final exam. What I failed to mention, however, is that your grade also requires a 100% attendance. If you are absent a class, you must make it up in some form. One of which is participating in a lecture...with me." 

A sly smile twitched across Prof. Angotti's handsome, tan face as he waited a breath before continuing. " The other requires you to practice what you've learned and record the experience both on paper and video. That practice is to be performed with another student from this class to avoid litigation due to the imminent videotaping." He walked down the steps and handed the papers to the nearest student, indicating they were to be passed around. Moving along the students in the first row, Prof. Angotti smiled at each individual before stepping up to the podium from the opposite staircase. Chloe reddened a bit as his eyes swept over her.

"Please sign this release form if you so desire or are required." He clapped his hands together and rubbed them enthusiastically, "So, lets begin!" Walking to the back of the stage, Prof. Angotti returned with two chairs and placed them at the forefront of the stage, spaced a few feet apart. "Oh, I forgot to mention the participation aspect of your grade includes tardiness. While the doors were open for today's session, next week they will be promptly locked. I observed each one of you entering today. Of the class, one of you was 4 minutes late. You know who you are and I will give you the chance to own up." 

Silence deafened the room and every student was frozen with anxiety. The tension grew for what seemed like hours before the professor shattered the quiet. "The person in seat A6, please stand!"

Oh shit, oh shit! Chloe sat terrified, unable to move. Being called out in any class was one of her worst nightmares. Being called out in this class was like entering purgatory. She looked side to side to find her peers staring right back. The pressure mounted and adrenaline forced her to stand, shaking like a mouse under a bird of prey's shadow. "Y...yes?" she squeaked. 

With dark and predatory eyes, Prof. Angotti smiled that sly smile and replied, "You arrived right on time, barely before the clock struck 10 AM. Today, you are spared. Although, do not push your luck Miss..." 

"P...pierce, Chloe Pierce." she managed to squeak again. 

"Miss Chloe Pierce, while I would love to have you demonstrate today, you may be seated." Chloe clumsily sat and realized her panties were wet. Horrified that such an experience excited her, she crossed her legs as if to hide her shame. The heat that seemed to start at her clit, traveled up, causing a burning flush across her normally porcelain cheeks. 

"J2, please rise and identify yourself!" barked the professor. 

A dark-skinned girl rose and stood at attention, she took a few labored breaths before responding, "Tyler Englewood, Profes..." 

"Sir, Miss Tyler Englewood, you may address me as Sir. Please, come sit here next to me on stage and bring your release form." He patted the chair nearest the podium and waited patiently for the poor girl to make her way from the back of the lecture hall. Tyler's pace slowed as she reached the stage and reluctantly took her seat. Legs pressed tightly together and eyes downcast, her breath was notably rapid as Tyler awaited her suspected punishment. She jumped when Prof. Angotti carried on.

"Miss Englewood, why do you suppose you took this class? Before you answer, be sure to tell the truth. I will not tolerate fibs or coyness."

"I...I need it for a social science credit, a 300 level class."

""Ah, it's safe to say you need to take this course, isn't it Miss Englewood? Also, don't forget to address me as "Sir" with each response.""

"Yes, there were only a few 300 social science courses to begin with and they were and are all full. I...I was late to register. I have to complete this course if I want to graduate this spring Professor Angot...I mean Sir." Tyler trembled.

Prof. Angotti smiled his sly smile, "Tardiness is a habit of yours, I see. Interesting, did you also have a bit of curiosity when registering? I hope the answer is yes as you will be required to perform the extra credit if you wish to continue."

Tyler glanced upward at the last sentence, "But I thought we were also allowed to practice what we learn in class with another student. I can't bare the thought of doing anything in front of the whole class Sir."

"Well Miss Englewood, you'd have to share any video meant for extra credit, as well having to perform what has already been taught in class. I believe you aren't quite ready for the type of practice Rae so beautifully demonstrated, correct?"

Shaking her head, Tyler's hands rose to cover her embarrassment. Hiding her eyes from other students, her voice broke in response, "No, Sir." 

"Then Miss Englewood, I can assure you that today's lesson is of a simple nature. We are covering the basics." Moving to the podium, Prof. Angotti addressed the entire class. "Understanding your own sexual response is key to sexual fulfillment. This means masturbation. While I'm sure our male students are familiar with this, females tend to be woefully naive. Of which, we call all thank centuries of societal and religious indoctrination. That is why this portion of the material is to be solely performed by a female." He sat again next to his trembling student. "Miss Englewood, what would you say your sexual preferences are? In terms of sexual attraction, do you prefer men or women?"

Hands dropping to her lap, Tyler looked up shyly, "Men, Sir." 

"Fabulous! You get to work with me." Turning to the rest of the class, "students, you will find within the the release form that not a single student is required to perform sexual acts with me. I will only give directions if so desired. On the other hand, if my assistance is requested...then I am more than happy to help. Please sign the form Miss Englewood and we shall begin." 

Chloe had to cross and uncross her legs in an attempt to quell the heat, much like the jolt she experienced in the privacy of her dorm room, as discreetly as possible. She felt a longing to be where Tyler was. To be forced to expose your most private parts and perform the most private of acts in front of so many people was both horrific and exciting. Feeling that same lascivious pull, Chloe wanted to explore more of her body. She felt her nipples harden against the material of her bra and abruptly crossed her arms to hide their prominence and her lack of willpower. 

"Lovely Miss Englewood, I need some personal information before we begin. For instance, are you a virgin? I need specifics, have you ever had penetrative vaginal intercourse with a man's penis?" interrogated the Professor.

The crowd knew if her skin wasn't already chocolate brown, that Tyler would be bright red. Handing the release form to the Professor, she gathered up a bold indignance to this line of questioning, "Yes Sir, I have had sex with a penis before, several times in fact."

"Ooh, I like when I bring out the fight in timid women. For the sake of what is to come Miss Englewood, you may only refer to the male genitalia as a cock. This helps shift the mood into that of a more erotic one. Have you ever had a cock penetrate those velvet, full lips of yours? Have you used your mouth to pleasure another person?"

Losing confidence, Tyler replied in a tone less bold, "Um...yes, with just one guy Sir." 

"Any anal penetration?"

"Oh no Sir, never. I would never do that."

"That remains to be seen. How often do you masturbate?

"Oh, I don't know Sir. Maybe once a week."

"How do you touch yourself Miss Englewood? How do you reach orgasm?"

"I use my fingers Sir. I squeeze my buttcheeks tight and it seems to speed things up." said Tyler in a barely audible whisper. 

"Ah, you make the mistake of trying to control your body too much Miss Englewood. In this regard, you need to let your body take control for you to experience true release. Would you like me to help you?" Prof. Angotti rose from his seat and moved behind Tyler.

There was a pause as Tyler shifted in her chair. She could feel the Professor's presence behind her.

"I need a good grade for this class", she said softly, almost to herself. And then more loudly "Y..yes Sir, I want to learn"

"Ok then, Miss Englewood, I want you to take off your jeans and panties. You need full access to your vagina for this to be remarkable. Once again, for the sake of this lesson, you will refer to your vagina as a pussy. When you touch yourself or have sex, you do it to or with your pussy. The term vagina is rather technical and we don't want such a sterile environment for this kind of lecture."

"Ok, Sir." Tyler stood shakily, as if her knees would give out at any moment. She took time in unbuttoning her dark blue jeans and slid them down with her underwear to reveal a perfectly bare, chocolate pussy. A slight glistening on the labia was evident to the other students and they began to shuffle in their seats. Attempting to hide her most private parts with her hands, Tyler stood waiting for further instructions. 

"Please be seated Miss Englewood, don't worry about causing a mess, that's what the plastic I just laid underneath is for. I want you to show your peers and me how you would touch your pussy at home. Also, do you wax or shave?"

"I...uh, wax. I started after the last class. I tried shaving before, but it caused too much irritation. Waxing has worked well enough, Sir." With that last sentence, Tyler walked her right fingers down to the dark folds of her pussy and slipped her middle digit to find her clit. Rubbing in a circular motion, she tried closing her eyes to imagine she was anywhere else.

"Eyes open, Miss ENGLEWOOD!" barked the professor. "I wish all my students present when in class. I want you to watch as your peers watch you. Look at yourself. You're already moist, we can all see your obvious arousal. In fact, I bet most the students watching you have wet pussies or hard cocks. Does that excited you?"

"Ahh, yes Sir! But I don't want to watch. Uhhn!" Tyler sped up her digital ministrations, her back arching up, just as Chloe's had.

"You will watch Miss Englewood, or fail this assignment. I also forbid you to tense your pelvic muscles. That means no squeezing your buttcheeks as you so eloquently stated. I want you to take your left hand and lightly brush over your nipples through your shirt and bra."

Tyler did just this and noticeable pinpoints sprouted before their eyes. She jumped slightly at the touch, eyes opening wide. She tried going under her shirt before the Prof. Angotti stopped her.

"Wait, wait Miss Englewood. Naughty, naughty. I never instructed you to go under your shirt. If you wish to touch those eager nipples of yours, you must remove your blouse and bra young lady. But you must do this without removing your right hand from your clit."

Without any of her prior hesitance, Tyler attempted to remove all her clothing. She tried yanking and tugging, but was unable to successfully remove the items. Prof. Angotti waited with an amused expression before offering help. "Miss Englewood, would you like me to help you disrobe? You'll need to give your verbal consent for my physical touch."

Tyler barely waited a few beats before breaking down, "Please Sir, please help me. I'll do whatever you say."

The Professor took advantage of his position from behind the vulnerable student and expertly reached down along Tyler's flanks, lightly brushing her skin upwards as he pulled her shirt up and over her head. She shivered uncontrollably and let out a moan when he gently unclasped her bra, letting it and the shirt fall to ground as it slid past Tyler's occupied hand. Revealing heavy breasts accented by medium dark nipples, she sat completely exposed. Nipples hard and begging to be touched, Prof. Angotti denied Tyler this release and rested his hand on her shoulders as she continued to rub her pussy vigorously. 

Completely unaware of the undulating motion of her hips, Chloe watched transfixed and wished deeply from her heated core that she was up on that stage rather than Tyler. Without thinking, Chloe looked around before realizing she was looking for the green-eyed boy. Although, this time, she did not find him directly behind her. Instead he had sat two seats down to the left on her same row in A8. To her surprise, he was already watching her, his hands on his bulging slacks, slowly rubbing back and forth. Immediately, Chloe tucked herself back into her chair, hiding behind the occupant in the seat between them, making herself as small as possible. Their attention was pulled back to the stage by Tyler's pleas.

"Please Sir, please. Will you touch my nipples the way you touched me before?" her tone had grown from timid to heavy with lust. 

"I think that's an appropriate reward for such a diligent student Miss Englewood." Prof. Angotti used the palm of his hand to create the same light touch. This elicited a series of feminine gasps and moans from the impressionable girl. "Do you want me to squeeze harder?"

A louder moan was followed by, "I...I think so, Sir."

He took each elongated nipple between his forefingers and thumbs and slowly applied more and more pressure. The more Tyler moaned the more pressure he applied. She threw her head back tossing her ear length, black hair into the Professor's chest. Her trembling began to grow more intense and her back arched several times off the chair as her hand sped up to deliver that delicious friction. The familiar heat and electricity began to amplify and just as Tyler braced herself for the relief that was so close...

"FREEZE! Miss Englewood, please desist and place your hands on your knees." Demanded Prof. Angotti. 

Tyler's overt frustration manifested in a series of heavy sighs, but she obeyed and ceased all stimulation. She finally grasped hold of the situation and that the Professor was in complete control and wanted that to be clear to the rest of the class. 

"Miss Englewood. My oh my, look at the mess you've made. I think I should have employed a larger sheet of plastic. It's as if you've wetted yourself. Tsk, tsk." 

Tyler looked down at the evidence of her arousal with both shame and longing. Prof. Angotti continued, "Class, I require your absolute attention at this moment. For those of you in the first row, place your hands on your knees as well and everyone else on the chair in front of you. 

Chloe moved her hands to her knees, but snuck a glance at the boy's bulge before looking to the stage.

""Miss Englewood has offered us a wonderful learning opportunity. As you can clearly see, she has produced copious amounts of lubrication. This is usually indicative of a woman who performs female ejaculation, or in layman's terms a "squirter"" He moved to squat in front of the disappointed, heavily breathing girl. "A seated position provides the most opportune access to unleashing a squirter's full orgasm. It allows easy access to the cervix, which is vital for proper stimulation. We can experiment and discover whether or not she is, indeed, capable of female ejaculation. Only with her consent, of course." Smiling ruefully up at the desperate subject, the Professor didn't have to wait long for a unmistakable nod of approval. 

To provide a better view for the class, Prof. Angotti moved his seat perpendicular to Tyler's and she allowed him to spread her legs. Her wetness stuck to her thighs and she offered no resistance as the Professor slid not one, but two fingers into her hot pussy. Tyler cared little that this created sloppy wet sounds that echoed through the vast lecture hall. She cared only that this masculine man was going to make her come hard. Indicating that he wanted her to move her pelvis closer to the edge of the chair, Prof. Angotti played the puppeteer as he arranged her to his satisfaction. 




Sexology 344 Ch. 02



"Students, I'm using two fingers to probe along her pussy canal to find the cervical ring at the very top. You'll want to provide pressure to the area around that ring and even place the girl in such a way so that it's easier to find. Once you find that area, stimulate it by using the come hither motion and place a hand on her lower stomach." He moved to demonstrate by applying pressure on her abdomen. "This provides stimulation from below and above. While this will give any woman pleasure, this is an especially successful technique for those who squirt. Observe."

Bracing his arms against his own chair, Prof. Angotti sped up, creating an obscene sound of juices. As he pressed down more on her stomach, Tyler's juices began dripping down his arm and off his elbow. Her moans turned to uncontrollable screams and it was all she could to do to hold to his arms.

"OH YES!, OH PLEASE, FINGER FUCK MY SOPPING PUSSY. You make me so wet, OH please, please Sir. Oh Sir..OH GOD...Can I please...can I please cum SIR?!"

"Yes Miss Englewood, by all means." 

Thrashing her head back, Tyler's body just about levitated as her back curved once again. Several ropes of clear liquid splashed onto the plastic covered floor directly from her already slick pussy. The feeling was so intense, Tyler could barely utter a sound and crumpled back into her soiled chair as soon as the forceful waves ceased.

Dr. Angotti stood up promptly, clearly self-satisfied and reached for a towel from behind his podium. "As everyone can see, my hypothesis was correct. I should take bets next time. Although, betting against me can have rather interesting...consequences."

Chloe felt his gaze land on her at his last word and she was sure the wetness through her jeans was visible. Unable to look away, she sat transfixed as if waiting for her turn. The Professor looked out at the other students and asked, "Any questions?"

Not a single hand shoot up. He waited for maybe another thirty seconds before moving on, "Alright class, I can see you may a little more time to adjust to the nature of this course. I do, however, expect a more interactive student body next week. How else will I gauge your progress? For your homework, I want each of you to recreate this independently. I want you to push your bodies to its limits and seek out assistance from other classmates if necessary. Write about your progress in your journal and be prepared to answer questions the following class. Oh, and remember the seat you're in. It'll be yours for the rest of the semester. You are all dismissed." 

Afraid to move, Chloe felt others would see her as she was seeing Tyler, a pile of wanton discomposure. Much to her chagrin, she looked up to see A8 standing over her. He stood, unabashedly, with his hardness still visible and directly at Chloe's eye level. "Chloe?" he asked?

"Um...yeah?"

He smiled and handed her a torn piece of paper, Chloe took it without looking. "I'm Marcus, if you find you need help with the homework or extra credit in the future, give me a call." Walking away before she could object, Chloe shoved her class papers into her bookbag and made for the door as fast as her weak knees could carry her. She only looked back to find Prof. Angotti gently wrapping Tyler in a towel and speaking in a low voice. 

Continuing her path to the doors, Chloe couldn't help but shiver at the thought of him wrapping her in towel and whispering words to her and her alone.



Sexology 344 Ch. 03



His hands were on her, trailing down from neck to cleavage left by mischievous buttons undone. Chloe couldn't quite remember how her shirt had opened to such a revealing position but failed to care and those devilish fingers, slender and long, continued their marched down towards peaking nipples. The gentle caresses elicited low sighs as they traveled from one eager nipple to the next. Chloe tried to remember why she had resisted this pleasure so adamantly before, but lucid thoughts seemed so slippery. All that existed at the moment was her skin, his skin, and the wonderful heat between. Chloe decided to surrender completely and stretched her arms overhead, granting him thorough access to her shuddering body. He knelt between her parted thighs and feeling him naked, Chloe gasped as he checked her own readiness by inserting a finger and spreading her wetness. Sighs turning to moans and she barely noticed him changing position until, "AHH!" She yelped as his hardness entered her swiftly, leaving a ringing in her ears. Yanking her face up to meet his, Chloe opened her eyes to gaze upon the robust intruder. The ringing grew louder and she barely heard him whisper her name as she tried blinking the fog from her eyes.

"Chloe" he purred. "Chloe.." She couldn't see his face clearly and the ringing was so distracting. "Chloe"

"CHLOE! Wake up!" barked her dormmate. "That alarm is killing me. Turn it off!" 

Pulled harshly from her dream, Chloe moved to tap off the alarm and knocked her lamp from the bedside table in the process. "Ugh, I was dreaming so hard. It was vivid. Didn't feel like a dream." she muttered groggily. 

"I figured you must've been having a good one. You didn't want to get up." 

"Felicia, did I make any...did I say anything?"

Smiling, Felicia giggled, "Why? Was it a...sexy dream?"

Throwing her pillow at her raven-haired roomie, Chloe tried to redirect the conversation, "No! I just want to know if I talk in my sleep."

"Ai, senorita. Look at the mess you're making and it isn't even past seven in the morning. As for talking in your sleep, I guess you'll never know." Crawling off the bed, Felicia disappeared into the bathroom. The sounds of shutting of drawers and cabinets filled the room, accompanied by a cheery tune hummed by Chloe's curvy roomie. The door opened again to reveal the girl in a party hat and Mardi Gras beads. "Cumpleaños feliz! Happy birthday to you mi amiga!" She continued singing, switching between Spanish and English as she danced to Chloe's bedside. Placing a garish pink hat on Chloes long, honied curls, Felicia tried to wake the still sleepy birthday girl. "Finally! We can go out together. I've been waiting to burst that thick, pious shell of yours since the beginning of fall semester. It's now legal—so no more excuses chica."

Pulling the hat from atop her head, Chloe found the number 21—in all it's glittering glory—on the front. Indeed, she was running out of excuses to stay in and out of trouble. Thinking always of her parents, Chloe tried so hard to remain pure of mind and body. Professor Angotti's class, however, made this so difficult as of late. He had planted that seed of uncertainty. That word her parents had always warned her of — desire. That burning seed of desire was growing like a rampant weed within her. Temptation had weaseled its grip into her dreams and she could think only of the class and Marcus. Who had been the one in the dream, she wondered. Trying to remember details, Chloe's thoughts were interrupted by her determined friend.

"Hey lady, hey birthday girl. Don't think I'm giving you a chance to wrangle out of this. Nu uh. I've been waiting for this night all month and we, bonita, are going out! I am going to dress you up and teach you how to break some corazones like it's an artform. Come on, move it to the baño and get crackin'!" 

Body heavy like her mind, Chloe peeled her body from her clammy sheets and began her morning ritual. Contemplating her dream and the day Felicia had planned, she welcomed the steamy shower. Washing away dreamt sins to make room for new and real ones, she breathed in the fresh scent of lavender body wash and decided to go with the flow rather than fighting. 

Through the moisture, Chloe could hear her friend planning the day. "So, we are going to breakfast first. Keeping our liquid breakfast to a minimum and then pedis/manis. I can't have you going out all churchy. And then the shopping and I know exactly how to do your hair..." 

The falling drops of water felt so much like the man's fingertips from the dream. Chloe couldn't help but reached between her legs and touch the still swollen bud. Back and forth, back and forth, her middle finger swayed and that sumptuous electricity began to grow up from her pelvis. Hips swaying rhythmically, Chloe could no longer hear her roommate. Only the sound of heavy breathing and the hiss of the shower could be heard, drowning out all else. 

After the Bars:

"Chlolita! Stop stomping around in those heels like a dizzy goat. Take 'em off, people are gonna hear us." College-girl drunk and stumbling home after the last bar closed, Chloe and Felicia ran across their dark college campus. "Ai, you are totally a lightweight lady. I should have stopped you at the fifth shot."

Slurring her words, the drunker Chloe spoke through giggles and hiccups as she nearly fell over taking off her shoes. "No, Lllicia...I can handle my liquor lust ffine. That was a great partay! I talked to all those guyths. What should we do nest?" 

Felicia narrowed her eyes, pinching her brows together. "Next? Chica, are you kidding me? You're done. Done like a spitfire hog. And any guy would like a cute piece like you rubbing up on 'em."

"LLicia, nooo. I want to do more. This hath been the best night of my live." 

"What else is there to do, Loca? All the bars are closed. Besides, and trust me on this, no one would let us in." Felicia paused to take off her heels as well. "Come on and keep up, we need to be quiet and crash."

"Wait! Wait, I havth an idea. We should asth thiss guy from my class for an affer pardy." Chloe began fishing in her purse. "I havth histh number here." 

"Ai, is he cute? Which class is he from?" Felicia had stopped walking and turned to face her friend. 

Chloe halted and struggled to keep her balance over her two feet. "Um...that one elective I menthioned. The anthropogie one. He's totes hot Llicia. You'd like 'im."

Felicia crossed her arms and her eyes rolled upward. "You think I'm that bad a friend to let you drunk dial the first hot guy you've ever mentioned? Loca, give me your phone."

"No! NO! I really like 'im. Let's juss texth him, pleass Licia?" Legs folding into and across one another, Chloe sat down on the cement. "I won't leavth until we call 'im. Nopes, I won'ts."

Shaking her head, Felicia let out a long sigh. "Ok, just because it's your birthday. Don't think you can keep pulling this. Give me your phone and I'll text him. Tell me what to say."

Squealing with delight, Chloe popped up from the ground and handed Felicia her cell. "Ok, Ok, Ok. Um...I don't know what say? What shouldth I say?"

"Well, what do you like about him?"

Chloe stood ruminating on her lower lip before responding. "Hiss eyess. They're this intense green."

"Got it. Leave it to me." Felicia dialed in the number from the piece of paper and continued with the text message. She sent it without showing her dormmate. "Ok, done. Let's go Chica."

"Wha? Wait! Whadda say?" 

Locking her elbow through Chloe's, Felicia started to drag her friend homeward. "Just wait and see if he texts back. We need to be home if he's gonna come over. Right?"

Eyes alcohol-laden, Chloe still managed to widen them slightly. "Right!. Goo thinkin', Licia." She gave no further resistance and Felicia managed to climb them up the many flights of stairs, past the militant RA, and into their room. She heaved the severely intoxicated Chloe onto her bed—who was asleep well before hitting the mattress. 

The Next Morning: 

Pounding pain. That was Chloe first memory of the day after. The next was opening her eyes to find a tall, red drink on her nightstand. A celery stalk stuck out from the top, and she gagged at the idea of food. She bolted to a seated position only to immediately regret it. The pounding in her head began to pulsate, forcing Chloe back to the comfort of her pillow. Rubbing her eyes to stop the room from spinning, she heard the click of a camera. Her eyes squinted open to find Felicia, perky and smiling, snapping away with her camera phone. 

"Oh preciosa, your first hangover. We need to remember this day forever. That drink there, is a Bloody Mary. It has my abuela's special recipe. It'll take the devil right outta ya, could cure a possession." Indicating the red drink near Chloe, she reached for her own, sitting on the desk. 

Peeling her tongue from the roof of her mouth, Chloe croaked out a greeting. "Morning. I...I, what did we do last night?"

"Ai, first hold up your drink for the camera." 

Arms like jello, Chloe propped her head up with one elbow and shakily grabbed the drink. She glared at Felicia and the camera, her forehead collapsed against the icy glass. "Come on, tell me. The last thing I remember is taking a couple shots from that bartender you liked."

Felicia threw her phone down next to Chloe before sitting at the end of the bed. "Really? Oh Chica. You peaced out way early. Good thing I have pictorial evidence of the best night of your pure life. I'll show you them when you're less hungover."

"Ugh, did I do anything I'm going to regret?"

Felicia giggled, "No, not really. You just had a good time. You didn't strip or proposition anyone. So you have that going for ya." 

Taking a sip of Bloody Mary, Chloe relaxed her shoulders and breathed a deep sigh of relief. 

"Marcus says hi by the way."

Choking on the spicy liquid, Chloe covered her mouth to keep from drooling. When she stopped coughing, the pounding headache was forgotten. "H...how do you know Marcus?"

"How else? You told me all about him last night. You threw a tantrum in the square and made me text him for you."

Scrabbling to find her phone, Chloe felt her stomach grow more queasy. She found the cell in the tangles of her bedding and hurried to check her texts. Her eyes narrowed at Felicia after reading the thread. "All you wrote is 'hey green eyes, it's Chloe' and our address?"

"Did you see his text?" 

Chloe's eyes narrowed further, "It only says "10 min."

A sneaky smile unfolded across Felicia's bronzed face. "He's definitely punctual, that one."

Now panicky, Chloe started pacing around the room—her pounding head forgotten. "Oh my god, did he...did he come here?"

"Yep, but you were passed out and not even an act of god would have woke you up. Don't worry, I made sure you were sleeping pretty." Felicia took a long swig of her drink. "You're right, he is totally hot. Nice goin', Chica."

"Felicia! Tell me what happened! You don't understand. He's a guy from one of my classes."

"I know. That anthropology elective. You told me already. Don't freak out lady. He just stopped in to say hello and left when he saw you sleeping. He's going to come back tonight to check on you."

"What! Text him back! Tell him no. He CANNOT come here!"

"Whoa, calma Chica. Calm down. You text him if you don't want him to come. But he came here at three in the morning at a moment's notice and is coming back to make sure you're feeling alright. Trust me Chloe, you don't want to pass a guy like that up."

Collapsing on her bed face down, Chloe huffed and puffed her thought process. Head pounding, stomach twisting, she knew hiding wasn't an option now that Felicia was involved. Her roommate would never allow her to live this incident down. Not to mention, if Chloe was to survive Professor Angotti's class, she would need someone to help her along. She was grossly ignorant of all things sexual and she could only ask Felicia so much without sparking suspicion. 

"Hey, make sure to drink all of that Bloody especial if you want to be fully repaired for later, Chica. We need to get you lookin' fresh." Felicia spoke as she casually folded wrinkled clothing.

Lifting her head to eye the red drink, Chloe mentally tossed around a few more options. She thought she was tired of feeling uncomfortable all the time. Tired of feeling like a naive little girl. Feeling brave for the second time that week, Chloe crawled to her side table and chugged her liquid breakfast down to the very last drop.

Later That Night:

The first knock was light, unobtrusive. Chloe still jumped. Her heart pounded and she quickly shot back the small glass of tequila—Felicia's advice. The second knock was hurried, indicating impatience. She felt the liquid burn as it washed down her throat, warming her body and mind. Stepping slowly towards the expectant door, Chloe took hold of the doorknob and twisted it slowly to open. Searching green eyes met hers as the door swung wide, leaving nothing but air between them. 

Neither said a word. Both stared. 

Chloe could feel the blush creeping up her chest as the silent moment grew to a minute. She knew she should say something—show manners—but words failed her. His penetrating gaze roamed over her body and nothing could stop her flush from reaching her face. Unable to stand the silence any longer, she finally spoke. "Hey."

"Hey Chloe. How ya feeling?"

She let out a nervous laugh, "I'm fine. My roommate took care of me."

"That's good to hear." Silence threatened again and Marcus looked at Chloe expectantly.

"Oh, right...sorry. Come in." She moved sideways to let him step into the small room. "Felicia, my roommate I mean, will be out for most the night." Chloe's flush deepened when he smirked slightly at her last sentence. "I mean...we are alone." 

"Good to know." He looked around the room, his eyes settling on the bottle of tequila. "We have a mutual friend."

"Huh?"

"Jose Cuervo and I are familiar. Seen me through some bad nights. Liquid therapy."

Eyebrows furrowed, Chloe followed his line of sight. Her eyes rolled upward and a smile broke through the anxiety after seeing the bottle. "Oh! Right, it's Felicia's. Tequila is her favorite drink."

"How do you like it?"

"Um, I've never tried it." Her gaze fell downward.

Marcus looked skeptical, "Really? Maybe we can both try a shot. Melt some of this tension."

"I'm not tense!" Chloe declared too loudly. 

His smirk widened, "Ok, Ok. I assumed. How about in the name of hospitality?"

Shifting her stance from side to side, she grew annoyed that no position seemed a comfortable place for her arms. "Let me find some glasses."

"One should do, there's a shot glass here." He picked up the one Chloe had drank from earlier. 

Chloe hurried to their kitchen shelf knowing she'd been caught in her lie. Her heart beat hadn't slowed since Marcus knocked on the door. Unable to find another shot glass, she grabbed her coffee cup and braved her way back to the main room. Marcus had made himself comfortable on the floor next to the small, white coffee table. The shot glass waited there, filled to the brim.

"All I have is a regular cup."

"That's ok. We can always share this one. If you aren't afraid of germs?"

"Uh...no. I guess not." Chloe sat next to him, legs crossed.

"You take the first one. It being your first time and all." He grinned.

Again Chloe didn't know what to do with her arms. She moved to a kneeling position and picked up the shot glass, spilling a little over her fingers. As the glass reached her lips, Chloe paused, glancing at Marcus.

"Go ahead. You're safe with me, I promise. It's good."

Knocking back her second shot for the night, she squeezed her eyes tight as she grimaced. Gulping it down, Chloe poured the next ounce and half and pushed the glass towards Marcus, coughing a little. "Your turn." 

No longer grinning, Marcus grabbed her wrist before she could pull it back. Chloe froze with surprise and couldn't react as he brought her tequila soaked fingers to his mouth. Starting with the index finger, he moved each digit in and out of his mouth—sucking clean the alcohol. Chloe's eyes grew wide. She was equally horrified and intrigued. The warmth of his mouth enveloping her fingertips felt almost calming. She jumped as his teeth lightly grazed the sensitive part of her tips, making her sex clench. Chloe barely noticed that he had moved closer and suddenly he was towering over her. She tried to slow her breathing and realized her mouth was ajar. Chloe noticed she had more saliva than usual and swallowed as it threatened to spill into a drool. Marcus leaned in towards her face and his scent wafted over Chloe. The smell of living, breathing flesh drenched in testosterone went right to her core, and she couldn't stop a low moan from escaping. 

Marcus sighed at her moan and, eyes heavy with lust, grew more bold. He stretched his fingers up the base of her neck and into her hair, gripping tightly. Chloe moaned louder, pressing her palms flat against his chest, she could feel his heart pounding. His breath warm and labored on her neck, Marcus began brushing his lips along the sensitive skin of her jawline. Chloe shivered and in that moment, forgot to control her sounds. Lost in the warmth of Marcus and the tequila, a moan escaped her, betraying her desire. 

One hand still tangled in her hair, Marcus moved the other to take hold of Chloe's chin and he tilted her head back and forth, allowing him better access to her vulnerable parts. Mind foggy and body limp, a nagging thought broke through the delicious sensations. Marcus had directed her hand, with his own, down towards his tented jeans. She felt him hard and hot and suddenly felt panicked—out of control. Jerking her hand back up, she pushed at his chest, trying to separate them. But his hand was at the back of her neck, stopping her and his lips started to make their way towards her cleavage. She suddenly realized she was trapped. Marcus had her pinned against him. She pushed harder. He growled and pulled her hair tighter, making her cry out. She pushed again and he released his grip on her locks to force her arms behind her back. Chloe whimpered and her breathing turned haggard as fear overtook her.

Held flush against him, Marcus rested his chin on her shoulder. He whispered, "You think you can call me over and pass out? That is bad mannered, Chloe." He breathed in her hair, "You look like honey. Your hazel eyes, your olive skin. Your hair is the color of honey. You smell like honey. You probably even taste like honey." His tongue shot out and licked her neck. His voice dropped some more. "Yummy. I bet you gush honey between your legs." 

At this, Chloe began to struggle and she finally found her voice. "Ge...get off me! Please, Marcus." 

Marcus growled again and squeezed her hands painfully. His teeth bit into her shoulder, nearly breaking the skin. 

"OW! Lemme go or I'll scream!" Her voice stronger. 

"Oh, I want you to scream." He jerked her back so she could face him. Her eyes full of fear, his calm smirk returned to his face. He kissed her forehead almost chastely before releasing her to the light brown carpet. "But I want you to scream like you want it." Marcus climbed to his feet, looking down at the collapsed pile of girl. "Call me next time only if you mean it. No more coyness. Try telling your roommate or parents about any of this, and I may have to admit to Dr. Angotti that you're spreading info about his class." He squatted down. "Something tells me, you aren't ready for the punishment he can deal out." Looking down, Chloe's panties were visible through her hiked up skirt. He laughed, "Even if the idea makes you wet. We can go slower if you'd like. But don't try telling me this doesn't excite you."




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Shaking her head fiercely and tears falling down her cheeks, Chloe gathered herself to a sitting position, legs hiding her wetness. "Get out! GET OUT NOW!" 

He stood back up and picked up the waiting shot of tequila and shot it back, expertly. "Oh, and Chloe, the tequila is the last lie you'll tell me, understand?" She exhaled sharply and he calmly walked to the door. Marcus turned before walking out, "Remember Chloe, be prepared to be a good girl next time." He waved as he moved into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.



Sexology 344 Ch. 04



Three days had passed. Three days since Marcus had forced his hand in her own dorm room. Chloe lost the hours of those few days. Monday was already here and that meant Professor Angotti's class. After her encounter with Marcus, Chloe, once again, felt she should drop the course. Anything to avoid him. There was no way she could show up and be tortured the entire hour. That would be like consenting to his grossly forward demands. 

How dare he touch her the way he had! How could he think she was that kind of girl? Didn't he know how to treat women? What kind of mother did he have? He was crazy if he thought threatening her with the non-disclosure agreement was enough to keep her quiet! 

All these thoughts and more bounced around Chloe's brain like a bunch of racing racket balls. Even more frustrating, these same thoughts kept bumping into others she would rather throw away than acknowledge. 

Every morning since, Chloe found herself in the shower thinking of how it felt to be close to Marcus. He was so much bigger than her. His body hard, strong and a heart beating with vitality. She began to notice how excited the memory made her. Racked with uncertainty and angst, Chloe just wanted the uneasy feeling in her stomach to go away. She needed a release. The rush of relief she felt while massaging her clit seemed to melt away all the many concerns. She didn't have to think or worry. All Chloe had to do was feel and give in to the electric flow. Sadly, Chloe had never experienced a true orgasm. She thought the building pleasure was the whole show. Every time she came to the brink of ecstasy, her hand would stop at the overwhelming intensity. Chloe was not yet ready to be pushed over that cliff. Losing that much control was too much. This only cultivated her extreme feelings and sensations. 

She tried to keep the whole mess to herself, but Felicia noticed her cloudy mood. "Que pasó, Chlolita? Why are you so depressed?" Chloe's roommate sat on her own bed across from hers, both attempting homework. 

"I'm not depressed, Licia. I'm just...preoccupied." 

Felicia glanced up from her Asus Zenbook, "You haven't mentioned the other night since I got back yesterday. I've been dying to hear about it."

Chloe shrugged, "There's nothing to tell. He came over just to say hi and left."

"Really, that's it?"

"Yeah. To be honest, he asked me a lot of questions about you. Before he left, I mean." she lied.

Raising an eyebrow, Felicia gave up on homework. "What? That doesn't make any sense, Chica. He only asked me about you."

Chloe remained silent for a good minute before changing the subject, "It isn't important, really. He's a nice guy but I need to focus on school. My parents will kill me if I lose my scholarship."

Moving to her stomach and legs kicking behind her, Felicia grew more interested. "Nice guy, huh? What's the hold up? You don't need to lose a scholarship over a guy, amiga. You just need to lose something else."

Chloe tried smiling, but it only reached the corners of her mouth. "Lose something else, yeah? You know I wouldn't do that, Licia."

Felicia rolled her eyes, "What, marriage? Ai Chlolita, what a waste. Take it from a girl born into a culture of guilt and waiting for marriage, it's a bad fucking idea. Wasting your youth on someone who just wants another mother that sleeps with him isn't worth it. That's my sister and my cousins. Get romance where you can. Trust me on this." She rolled off the bed to her feet and walked to the bathroom. 

Chloe knew Felicia's family was a sensitive subject and decided to keep quiet. Felicia did not bring up Marcus again after she finished washing up. Both roommates went back to homework, leaving each other to ruminate in their own minds. 

Around 10 AM:

Chloe arrived early to class. She marched directly to seat A6 and sat down, grateful only a few other students had arrived. Determined to look busy, she took out her designated Sexology journal and worked to begin a sentence. Several minutes passed and all she managed was the two words "I feel". Truth was, Chloe did not know how she felt. Much of her mental response to the last few weeks seemed to spring from the lips of her parents and jump right out her mouth. The words hinted at a lack of sincerity as Chloe heard her own voice. She realized this during the conversation with Felicia earlier that day, and that was how she ended up going to class. Too many people were deciding her reactions and Chloe believed it the reason she failed to hold up her resolve. 

Like drops of water from a leaky sink, these same thoughts filled her mind as the rest of the class trickled in. Chloe tapped a pen against the edge of the desk to distract her from looking to the left. Remaining steadfast, she did not look up until a hush fell over the room. Professor Angotti was towering over her as she gazed up to the stage. Looking more stern than usual, Chloe felt a chill pass through the room as the stillness carried on. Looking to the center of the lecture hall, he finally spoke, voice icy. "Good morning class. Let's get right to it, shall we? I'd like to draw your attention to the agreement made on the first day of this class. No one, and I mean no one, is meant to discuss the lecture material with those outside this room." The professor crossed his arms, looked to the right of the room and continued. "It has been brought to my attention that a student has been bragging about the content we've displayed the last few weeks."

A collective gasp went out through the crowd, followed by a breathless hush. Voice cutting through the tension, Prof. Angotti did not stop. "By bragging, I mean to say I've discovered this student feels he could...handle my TAs and students better than I can. I'm sure you can imagine my surprise at this unsettling information. Of course, the legal ramifications for this betrayal are quite serious. This person is at the least looking at expulsion and a hefty lawsuit for breach of contract." He let the words sink in, continuing to stare down the right side of the class. "I ask you, students, what do you think is an appropriate punishment for this individual? Should I deny him or her any type of recourse? Or shall I offer redemption?"

The quiet stillness of the crowd persisted. "In all seriousness ladies and gentlemen, I plead your opinions by a show of hands." 

Chloe broke her own rule and looked around behind her. A hesitant hand reached up through the crowd and she found it belonging to poor Tyler Englewood. 

"Ah, Miss Englewood. Tell me what you think? Please stand so others can see and hear you."

Tyler rose up, eyes downward, and spoke barely above a whisper, "Um Sir, I feel like the student needs to admit to what they did."

"Oh, make no mistake, I know the identity of the student. If you must know, it is one of your male peers." Prof. Angotti's sly smile reappeared. "What do you think should happen to someone that revealed your own redemption, Miss Englewood?"

Shrugging and looking up to face the podium, Tyler grew more articulate. "I feel like he should face discipline from the class. I feel a little violated, to be honest Sir." 

"Ah, thank you Miss Englewood. You bring up another point I feel deserves a short tangent. Do you feel more violated by the last lecture's events or by your peer's duplicity?"

Tyler looked back at the ground and took a long breath before answering. "Sir, I did things I never thought I was capable of. I had some hard days after, but then I realized I've never come so hard in my life. If everyone in the class follows the rules, we are all in this together. That's...that's exciting. This other student makes me feel dirty. Like I was some sort of entertainment instead of helping with a demonstration."

The Professor's lips broke into a wide smirk. "Thank you for that succinct explanation, please return to your seat. Any other thoughts?"

Another hand shot up, and a female voice spoke up. "Professor..."

"Sir, Miss..." He peered down at his clipboard. "Miss Krissy Elliot. You may call me sir and please stand."

Standing, Krissy carried on, "Yes...yes sir. I mean I think he should face the staff and the other students here in this room. What's to stop him from talking after he's expelled?" 

Prof Angotti almost laughed. "Ha! Good question Miss Elliot. You have my interest. However, this student would face both legal and physical gagging. I'd see to it. The protection of my material and students is my utmost priority. I do not take kindly to deceit. I foresee a term of incarceration for him."

"I see...sir." Agreed Krissy. "What kind of...retribution would he face if he stayed in class?"

"Well, I think I'd give him a chance to make good on his claims. I think he should match his boast with a demonstration." He smirked again. "Although, I'd make it somewhat...difficult for him."

A few more students raised their hands. "Never mind class, we have to move on. So, as Miss Englewood and Miss Elliot suggest, I will give the student an opportunity to own up and face punishment here and now." 

An uneasy quiet permeated the room. Every student kept surveying their peers, looking for the culprit. 

Voice low and steady, Dr. Angotti offered, "I will give you one last chance. Remember, I will make sure no other university will take you. You will be haunted by felony charges for the rest of your days. I know who you are."

The Professor was answered with a figure rising from the right of the room. Face blazing to match his dark auburn hair, shoulders hunch forward, arms limp at his sides, the young man trembled as he rose. Unable to face his instructor, his gaze only reached to the seat in front of him. His voice high-pitched and nervous as he muttered, "Me...it was me."

Prof. Angotti clapped his hands in his usual way, causing the defeated young man to jump. ""Excellent! Remember Mr. Mark Cast, you must address me as "Sir"."

"Yes, Sir." Mark mumbled.

Chloe's back went rigid as the Professor used the name "Mark". She wrenched her body towards the source of the trembling voice and breathed when finding a different guy than the one expected. C10 seemed to be this new Mark's seat, and Chloe could not help but notice a vacant A8 as she turned back around. Stomach dropping, her mind raced with thoughts that were quickly interrupted by Prof. Angotti's amused voice. "Right then. Mr. Cast, what shall I do with you?" 

Eyes darting up to the podium and immediately back down, Mark summoned all his courage. "I...I don't know, Sir. I think...I know I don't want to leave the class or be expelled. My parents would kill me. My dad helped me get into this school. I'd get cut off if I got kicked out."

"Shall we say you'd be willing to face your peers as your jury and me as your judge? I do need another volunteer for today's lesson."

Mark shuffled his feet. "Wha...what do you want me to do, Sir?" 

""Oh, I want you to do as you said. What was it I heard? That you could "show those bitches a better time than that foreign trash of a teacher."" 

Near tears now, Mark's voice cracked as he begged. "I'm sorry, Sir. I was just trying to show up some of the guys in my frat house. Please, I've only had a sex a few times."

"Oh, I know the circumstances, Mr. Cast. How do you think I found out? Don't think you're safe within the Greek system--that goes for all of you. I am rooted within this university. My influence stretches to most its nook and crannies. I'm Macedonian, for your own information. Foreign is such a board term. Also, we never refer to women as bitches in this room. Unless someone explicitly desires to be addressed as such, no gender is better than the other. Fortunately for you Mr. Cast, you present an excellent teaching and learning opportunity. Do you consent?"

Looking up, Mark answered "I have no choice, Sir."

"Of course you do, Mr. Cast. Everyone has a choice. Your job is simply to choose the best option. Try again. Are you willing and happy to participate in today's lesson?" 

"Yes."

The smile disappeared instantly, Prof. Angotti's voice lowered to a dangerous level. "Yes, what?"

Hands hiding in jean pockets, Mark quickly fixed his mistake. "Yes Sir!"

"Fabulous, please proceed to the stage." 

Mark tripped over his chair as he treaded the way up to the front of the lecture hall. Feet heavy, he avoided the stares of his peers. He had rarely been singled out, protected by his father's name. Mark lost all courage as he stood alone, being held accountable for the first time in his life. As he stumbled up the stairs to the stage, the black curtains— closed until now—began to part. Revealing a four poster queen sized bed, the class was pleased to see Rae once again. 

Outfitted in only a white torso corset, Rae casually reclined on the red sheets, propped up by her elbows. Mark's face went pale as the scene unfolded before him. The beautiful TA smiled, as if daring him. 

"Mr. Cast, you remember Rae, I'm sure?"

Mark could only nod. 

"She is meant to be perfectly accessible to you. You may have noticed the shelf near the bed. Every sexual tool available can be found there. Do what you'd like. The only rules are no bitch calling, no permanent marks, and you have to stop when she says. Although, Rae is quite...adventurous. Good luck and I think this should be recorded." 

Looking panicked, Mark started for the bed before Prof. Angotti stopped with with a hand on the shoulder. "Also, you must be completely naked. It's only fair to Rae and Tyler, whom you've seen without clothing." 

Mark lifted shaking hands to remove his sweater first and then struggled to unbutton his expensive jeans. Falling around his ankles, he nearly fell trying to kick them off. Mark's eyes turned red as his boxers followed. Skin a translucent white, body a result of contact sports, and gray eyes blinking back tears of embarrassment, he stood truly naked. The most noticeable sight, however, was his completely flaccid penis peeking out through a trimmed, dark red pubic thatch. 

Moving Mark's clothes to the side with his shoe, Prof. Angotti looked gleeful. ""Disappointed Mr. Cast. That is the only word that comes to mind. Come now, Rae is used to strong men ravishing her with their big cocks. You'll need to...harden up a bit if you want to "handle her.""

Hand wrapping around his soft cock, Mark half heartedly went to work. Focusing on the exquisite sight in front of him, he pulled on the spongy member. To his horror, Mark was only able to get to half-mast. He lost even that as soon as the Professor slapped him on the back, good-naturedly. 

"Having a difficult time getting started?" He peered down at the young man's shy tool. "Let's hope you're a, what do they call it? A grower, not a shower." Mark felt as if his cock would shriveled up and hide. 

"Oh my, Mr. Cast. I think we need to go about this is a different manner." Prof. Angotti turned to address the rest of the class. "I want to impress upon each one of you the normalcy of public sexual acts. Take the ancient pharaohs of Egypt for instance. It was perfectly normal for them to bless the Nile with their own ejaculate. This was to appease the god Atum and ensure a healthy water flow. Obviously, I'm not going to encourage public masturbation in this country. I simply want to open your minds to differing sexual cultures." 

He turned back to a deflated Mark, "Now, Mr. Cast, you shouldn't feel shy. Intercourse is an entirely natural act. Just maybe...you fancy your own sex?"

Head jerking up, Mark's lips turned white as he pressed them into a thin line. His eyes narrowed and his hands clenched into fists as he spat "I'm no fag, Sir."

The Professor's smirk dropped into a furious frown as his tight voice rang out. "MR. CAST! Allow me to bring up another rule. You may not refer to ANYONE in that way! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

Body deflated once again, Mark grew small under the weight of his professor's anger. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." He flinched as Prof. Angotti placed a hand on his back, leading him to the bed. 

Looking back down at the soft cock, the Professor sighed--his voice calm. "It seems you've learned arrogance is a poor man's confidence. You may need more encouragement than Rae can deliver, I think. Besides, you do need to be properly reprimanded for your indiscretion." Hand still on the young man's back, he turned them both around to face the students. "Class, I think we need another player for this game. Please welcome my second most dedicated TA, Rodica."

A woman appeared from backstage, she drew a similar reaction from the class to that of Rae. Skin fair and eyes a crystal blue framed by smokey make-up, Rodice sauntered over to the terrified jock. She stood self-assured, and Mark could tell she was not a woman to cross. Laced up in a black leather leotard with thigh high boots to match, the young man cowered under her height and fierce stare. She spoke with an accented, liquid voice "This is bad boy?"

"Yes, Mistress Rodica." Prof. Angotti reverently stated. A murmur went up amongst the other students. He shifted towards the sound and responded, "Many of you have questions, I see. Please save them for the next lecture. I will say I do not require my TAs to be slaves. I only adhere to their sexual desires. Mistress Rodica is of the dominatrix persuasion and is quite effective. I thought she'd be useful for today. Now, please remain silent."

Silence immediately followed, and Rae moved to a causal kneeling position on the bed. Rodica wasted no time in pushing Mark down onto the bed, causing him to let out a squeal. "QUIET! You no talk till I tell you talk. Yes?"

Mark nodded furiously, "Yes, yes. I'm sorry!" Rodica pulled a paddle from her hip holster and held it high, threatening to bruise the boy's pale skin. He squealed again and held his hands up, protecting his face. 

"Mistress! I am Mistress Rodica. You will call me, yes? Or, I punish you."

"Yes! Mistress Rodica."

"Is good. Relax on bed. Rae help." The more timid TA confidently leaned over Mark as his head fell into her lap. She stroked his face and stretched her body along his, using her delicate fingers to bring his body to life. His hips jumped at her touch and his cock filled out at last. Rae moved to straddled Mark's chest, pinning him between her thighs. Mark came face to face with Rae's swollen pussy and plugged anus. He tried reaching his hand up to cup the glistening sight, but caught an immediate slap to his thigh. "Ah!" 

"I no tell you can touch. You do nothing till I say." Mistress Rodica held the paddle up again.

"Yes, Mistress!" He exclaimed. 

Chloe watched in disbelief as she witnessed a virile young man submit to these two women. She felt almost high as Rae leaned down and licked the unimpressive member. Elation took over when Mistress Rodica place a black rubber ring around the hardness before explaining its purpose. "Is meant to keep you hard, yes? A cock ring to make you more a man, bad boy."

Mark was lost in a euphoric fog of warm lips around his aching cock. He yelped again as another paddle blow hit his thigh. "Yes, Mistress! I am a bad boy!"

"Is true. Rae, we turn him now." The gorgeous women rearranged themselves at either end of Mark and flipped him to his side. Rae kneeled behind him, propping him up to face out towards his peers, as Rodica searched the naughty shelf. She returned with a black plug and looked to the professor imploringly. "Professor Angotti?"

Leaning against the wall, the engrossed instructor jumped to. "Right, Mistress Rodica." He addressed the class: "Students, it's important to know that men like anal stimulation just as much as some women, if not more. I'm sure many of you have heard of prostate stimulation. It can be an intense experience for males. Mr. Cast is about to experience that pleasure." Prof. Glanced back at the helpless student. Mistress Rodica had abandoned the plug to tie his hands and feet around opposing bed posts, stretching him out for all to see. "Ah, it is necessary to restrain some males during their anal initiation. Alpha male egos and all. I assure you...he will enjoy this."




Sexology 344 Ch. 04



Rae was pumping his swollen cock, making Mark's eyes roll up—mouth blissfully ajar. Mistress Rodica had found a bottle of lube and was pouring it between her gloved hands behind the bound boy. She lathered it warm before sitting on the bed next to Mark's muscled ass. He barely registered her presence until she began probing him with a single finger. His eyes refocused and he began to squirm. Rae clasped her free hand over his mouth before placing the ballgag Rodica had laid out. 

"Very good, Rae." Said Mistress Rodica. "Bad boy must to stay quiet. Right, Professor?"

"Thank you, Mistress Rodica. Class, I'm sure you noticed the cock ring placed around Mr. Cast's member. This is to keep him hard and prevent him from ejaculating. It's part of Mistress Rodica's lesson and to heighten the sensation of being penetrated."

Mark had stopped squirming and was pulsing his hips in time to Mistress Rodica's finger thrusts. Rae simply had her hand wrapped around his cock as his body rocked back and forth. He moaned behind the gag as Rodica advanced two fingered into his rectum. 

Aroused like never before, Chloe tried to comprehend what was happening. She had a feeling of empowerment watching this strong woman fingerfuck this jerk of a jock. Rodica's long black/brown hair fell to caress Mark's side. His moans increased as Mistress Rodica picked up her pace. He began to quiver uncontrollably and cried out when she abruptly stopped. Reaching for the cock-sized plug, Rodica gently pushed it forward into the young man's depths. His eyes went wide as he grunted. Grunts turned to moans as she pumped the tool in and out. Professor Angotti moved to his side and leaned in, speaking loud enough for all to hear. 

"Did you know, Mr. Cast, that the ancient Greeks did not identify people based on their sexuality? It's true. They simply identified individuals by their sexual roles. Those who penetrated were considered masculine and strong and those penetrated were considered submissive. Gender didn't matter. So, it seems, Mr. Cast, that you are submissive to Mistress Rodica."

Mark shook his head in disbelief causing Rodica to pound his ass with the plug. His moans turned to screams of ecstasy and he lost all control with Rae still working his trapped member. Prof. Angotti undid the gag. 

"Tell your peers how much you love Mistress Rodica fucking your ass, Mr. Cast."

Mouth lolling open, Mark gave a nearly incoherent reply. "I...I love it, Sir." With that, the Professor straightened and moved away from the sordid scene. Mistress Rodica pistoned at an impossible speed, making Mark scream even louder. As soon as he began to shudder out an orgasm, Rae yanked off the cockring and the cum shot out and over the stage—his screams caught in his throat. A few students, including Chloe, clambered out of the way. The ejaculate fell just short of spraying anyone and a few students even clapped. 

Rae and Rodica walked to the front of the stage and performed an impromptu bow. More cheered. Rodica slapped the paddle against her free hand and said, "Be good, other boys and girls. Or you see me." She turned and walked, disappearing backstage.

Professor Angotti had pulled out Rae's collar from behind the podium and locked it in its place. She immediately fell to her display position. "Rae is once again Slave Rae for my benefit. She was and is not submissive to Mr. Cast, however. He is not dominant enough to deeply satisfy her. All is not lost. We discovered what he rightly finds arousing and obliged. He is a victim of macho conditioning, which can be damaging in many different ways. It's quite limiting. There is no shame in discovering one's true sexual self and this is meant to be a safe place for sexual expression." 

Mark grunted from the bed, grabbing the Professor's attention. "I almost forgot. Slave Rae, please release Mr. Cast." Rae shot up and moved to undo the young man's bonds. "Before you go, Mr. Cast. I must insist you help Rae in taking down the bed and cleaning up your own liquid mess." 

Mark struggled to sit up, energy sucked from him. Blue eyes gazed up through hooded lids and after taking a long inhale, he breathed out his answer. "Yes, Sir. I will be good and help."

"Good to hear, chap." The Professor leaned over him for a second time. Face inches from Mark's own sweaty one. "For the future, Mr. Cast, know that I hold a video of all that went on here. You can tell your father. You can tell your mother. You can tell your fraternity. But all they'll end up seeing is their kid and friend getting penetrated by a woman and telling the world how much he loves it." Placing each hand on Mark's shoulder, Prof. Angotti squeezed firmly. "In short, Mr. Cast, I own you." 

Mark gulped down a breath and looked down as if accepting defeat. The professor gazed out at the crowd cheerily and brought the lesson to a close. "Alright everyone, I hope this was an educational lecture. I'm sure many of you were intimidated by my demonstrations with Slave Rae and Miss Englewood. To be clear, I am not a man looking to subjugate women. My goal is to find what makes individuals lust. Each one is different. I hope today allowed another view of my purpose. That is all for today, please continue your journals. Remember...what happens to those who break the rules." 

The chatter was excited for the first time as everyone stood to leave, dodging the mess on the front of the floor. Chloe was wrought with confusion. It was so much easier to see the Professor as a sex-mongering lech than an actual instructor and human. Seeing his softer side made her core tremble and she practically forgot about the absent Marcus. She liked seeing an arrogant guy brought to his knees screaming. Even though her parents had taught her that women are meant to be docile, humble beings, Chloe liked seeing the lovely Rodica conquer the jock. Chloe felt better than she had in days as she glanced to see Mark putting his clothes back on. She walked out feeling like she could take on any type of domineering man...including Marcus.



Sexology 344 Ch. 05



Chloe returned to the dorm with a skip in her step, humming brightly. This did not go unnoticed by Felicia, who was found on the carpet painting her toenails with unblinking intensity. Without looking up, she set about her interrogation: "Ai, Chica! What's up? When did the clouds part?"

"Huh? I don't really know what you mean, Licia. I feel the same as I did before I went to class." Chloe struggled to hide back a smile. 

"B to the S. I've been stuck in this tiny room with your gloomy ass for over a day. Now you're all sunshine and rainbows? What, did you run into Marcus at your class? Did he finally call you?"

At the mention of the name "Marcus", Chloe no longer had trouble hiding her smile. It fell right from her face. "Did he call?" She echoed.

Switching feet, Felicia continued to concentrate on her nail polish. "Si, I figured you must have been grumpy because something happened when you were alone in this room and he didn't call the next day. That shit usually pisses me off big time." 

Taking a few deep breaths, Chloe took her time responding: "I...uh...well, he wasn't in class today. I didn't see him and I really don't want him to call."

Felicia looked up, eyebrows reaching nearly to her hairline.

"I mean, I don't want him to waste his time." Chloe stumbled. 

Rolling her eyes, the fiery roommate went back to her pedicure. "I see you're not gonna take my advice, Chica."

Chloe sat at the edge of her bed with a loud huff. "It's not that I don't listen to you. I just don't want to get all hung up on a guy. I've never really spent time with boys and I don't want to be the idiot that goes gaga."

Felicia finished her clearcoat before answering, "Oh, honey. You don't have to get attached. That's not my advice. You just need to have fun. You don't have classes until the afternoon tomorrow, right?"

Chloe fidgeted, "No, why?"

"Ai, stop acting like I'm going to make you drink chicken blood. All I'm saying is that my morning class is canceled tomorrow and we can sneak out for a little practice tonight. It won't be crazy busy but a few desperate guys will be out."

"Practice for what?"

"You need to learn to flirt and not get crazy attached. No getting stupid drunk this time, though." Felicia warned. 

Still riding high on earlier feelings, Chloe was able to withstand the same sinking feeling associated with seeing Marcus. "Licia, why don't we just go out together. Forget guys. I like just hanging out with you."

Felicia shut her makeup drawer with typical dramatic flair. "Ai, Chica. I will do this one thing for you because we are best amigas. But you must have a few drinks with me. I won't be having you go back to your pure ways and bore me to death." She had opened her other drawer and pulled out a tiny pink thong, tossing it right at Chloe's face. "I have to corrupt you a little before we graduate."

Laughing, Chloe threw the lingerie back and grabbed her biology textbook. "OK, OK. But I have to study for my midterm first."

Felicia put the wicked panties away and answered: "I'll wait for you, Chica. But don't think I won't be planning your outfit."

Chloe made a face in response and settled into reading. 

LATER THAT NIGHT:

True to her word, Felicia dressed Chloe in a purple crop top sweater that barely stretched over her perky breasts, and a denim high-rise skirt. There was still much to dispute over, as the timid roommate wished to remain unnoticed. 

"If us girls are just going out, why do we have to dress up?" asked Chloe.

Felicia rolled her eyes, "I never drink and slum, Chlolita. I have a reputation to keep up. When in public, you must always dress how you want other people to think you feel. Understand? Right now, I want to feel sexy." 

"Um, I guess. But no one will think I feel sexy if I'm stumbling on those high heels."

Throwing her hands in the air, Felicia slipped into her emerald-green dress effortlessly. "Ugh! Fine, wear those boy shoes. At least you won't be taller than me." She sat on the bed to put on her own strappy black stilettos as Chloe tied her Converse flats. 

Chloe stood to grab her purse and Felicia admired her project. "See, amiga. You look like a girl who is comfortable in her own skin. This is important."

"Yikes! You win, Licia. I'm glad I LOOK comfortable and not how I actually FEEL. Let's go slowmo."

Felicia applied one last coat of lipgloss. "You joke, Chlolita. But soon you will be comfortable. Trust me." She reached for her clutch. "Ok, I'm ready."

They set out for their early night joking and giggling, hair loose and flowing behind them. The first stop: Felicia's favorite dive with the cute bartender. He went by the name of Phil and Chloe was more than sure the pair had messed around in the past. This was the second time she had to endure their sideways glances and the voice Felicia always used to talk to men—low and ditzy. But she couldn't complain too much. Being on a student budget, Phil always gave them free food and drinks. Patience was a cheap price. 

Phil had just given them another round of margaritas and Felicia placed a hand on his to keep the attention on her.

"Phil, mi amor. Answer us this, how do you think Chloe looks tonight?"

Blushing fiercely, Chloe protested shrilly, "Licia, no!"

"Oh relax, Chica. I'm just asking. He's here and he's honest." Her roommate and Phil exchanged a knowing smile. 

The bartender turned his attention to Chloe, still smiling. "That shirt is totally working for you, girl. Caught my attention." 

As if it was even possible, Chloe's blush deepened. All she could manage was a squeaky "thanks". 

A voice behind them spoke and Chloe felt a presence. "She caught my attention too." 

In unison, both girls turned towards the voice. Chloe sat frozen while Felicia exclaimed "Marcus!" 

Indeed, the classmate who haunted her day to day life stood directly behind Chloe. She felt a combination of embarrassment, anger and a heat between her legs. It was as if his voice set off a chain reaction from her core that went all the way to her toes—an erotic tingling. Remembering the class demonstration from that morning, Chloe felt a rush of determination to stay in control. She slowed her breathing and broke the silence. "Hi, Marcus." Stretching a smile across her face, she tried to act as casual as possible. 

"Hey, Chloe. What're you girls up to?

Felicia started to respond but Chloe silenced her with a sudden kiss. No one spoke. She only broke contact when Phil and Marcus shared a nervous chuckle. For once in her life, Felicia sat speechless, staring at her friend. The moment was broken by the smack of glass hitting the bar top.

"Ladies, this calls for a shot." Phil poured Don Julio into four shot glasses—

Felicia's favorite. Everyone grabbed a glass and knocked back the liquid without any encouragement. 

"Ai, Chica. This is not what I meant when I said flirting." Felicia found her voice.

Phil snickered, "Come on, girl. You made that move the first time we met. For free drinks. With the red head." 

Chloe started to laugh, egged on by Don Julio. Marcus joined her and Felicia soon followed until they were all laughing hysterically, drowning out the sound of Michael Jackson on the ancient Juke Box. Phil poured another round of shots, which were taken as eagerly as the first. 

Chloe felt her confidence building and faced Marcus dead on. "So, Marcus. Why weren't you in class today?"

Smirking, he shuffled his feet, hands in jean pockets. "Ah, so you noticed I wasn't there?"

Without missing a beat, she held her ground. "I think everyone in that class notices when someone's absent. Don't you think? I mean, since the makeup work is so...involved." 

Marcus held his smirk, "Do you want to help with my extra credit?" 

Normally, such an implication would cow Chloe into docility. Tonight, she followed in Felicia's steps and took it all in stride. "I wasn't the absent one. But, I will be front and center for your performance." 

He lost the smirk, "In all seriousness, though. I had to take care of something at home. I've been there the last few days and couldn't get a flight back in until this afternoon." 

"Ai! Is that why you didn't call?" Felicia interjected, words slightly slurred. 

"Call?"

"Licia! Stop!." Chloe's tenacity began to falter.

"Why Chlolita's been so dreary lately. I figured it was you not calling after playtime in the dorm."

Chloe's upper half collapsed on the bar, hands covering her face in exasperation. "Licia, I already told you that wasn't it." 

"Ai, Chica. Like you ever tell me the bare truth."

Marcus spoke up: "It wasn't because I didn't call."

Felicia slapped the bar with one hand, the other occupied with her margarita. "I knew it! See, Chica. I knew it." 

"It's because I wasn't very gentlemanly. I got carried away" 

"Ai. Be careful with my Chlolita, Marcus. She's a delicata."

"Now I know. I couldn't help myself. I had a strong reaction." 

Chloe started to lose composure. "Strong reaction? You call holding me dow..."

"Don't get mad, Chloe. I'm officially apologizing." He interrupted. 

Felicia looked back and forth between Chloe and Marcus. "Ai, Phil. I think we are interrupting. I think it's time for that darts rematch." 

Phil returned the tequila bottle to it's shelf and walked from behind the bar, grinning. "You got it, girl." The pair hurried to the back of the room, leaving Chloe to fend for herself. 

"So...what did I miss in class today?"

Chloe could not hold back a smirk. "Well, apparently another student has been spreading rumors about the class."

"Oh man, what a fucking mistake. Who was it?"

The warmth of the tequila had spread to her toes and Chloe giggled. "Mark Cast. Do you know him?"

Marcus looked genuinely surprised, "Really? I do, actually. I met him at soccer tryouts. I got cut, he didn't." 

A hiccup escaped and Chloe quickly covered her mouth. "Whoops. That sucks. But what sucks more is missing that class. Mark had his ass handed to him...literally. You should hope you don't have to demonstrate that lesson for extra credit."

"I would have loved to see it. That guy is a complete tool."

Chloe giggled again.

"What?"

She began feeling pleasantly light-headed and the truth flowed from her lips just as easily the Don Julio had flowed in. "Um, I just think it's funny you call him a tool when you acted like a big one three days ago."

He had his elbows rested on the bar now, fingers clasped together. He let out a long sigh, "Ah, so I guess I need to explain. I didn't mean to make you feel so uncomfortable."

Some of Chloe's margarita sprayed out as she held back a scoff. "Really? I think you tried pretty hard."

"No, really. I got there and it all changed. I had watched you in class and saw how you reacted to Professor Angotti and thought that's what you wanted. I'm usually the nice guy that gets overlooked. I mean, I've had girlfriends and they've said I'm boring. I didn't want you to think the same. I was also having a really bad day. You know how I mentioned I just came from home?"

"Yeah."

Marcus took a deep breath, "So, my mom hasn't been doing so good. When I came to meet you, I had just gotten the call that she was sick. I guess it all added up and I was more aggressive than I had planned. I'm sorry, really." 

Chloe sobered a little, "Oh, what's she sick with?" 

"It's just the Flu. Can you believe it? I guess it's a nasty season. They had to put her on a breathing machine and everything. But she's home now." 

"Wow, I'm so sorry Marcus."

He shrugged, "No worries. You didn't know. I'm sorry that came out in your dorm room. I guess I thought...I thought you weren't a virgin."

Chloe straightened, her drink spilling. "What makes you think I'm a virgin now?"

"The way you reacted, I guess."

"I reacted the way I did because of how forceful you were. Not because I'm a virgin."

Marcus looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry about that." 

Chloe did not answer right away. She was surprised that Marcus had pegged her for a virgin. Her thoughts drifted to early events and could not help but prove him wrong. "Would a virgin do this." At that, she lifted his hand to her drink, dipped his first finger and brought the digit to her lips. Her tongue made contact first with his fingertip and Chloe felt him shudder. Encouraged, she put the entire finger into her warm, wet mouth. Groaning, Marcus could feel himself stiffening as she bobbed up and down its length. His eyes grew heavy as his breathing labored. All this, yet it was Chloe's unflinching gaze that nearly sent him over the edge. Big and honeyed, her eyes held his and he had to look away to avoid impending humiliation. 

Pushing her hand away gently, Marcus put distance between them. Chloe narrowed her eyes and pouted, "I'm not really sure what you want from me."

"No, no. Don't think it's you. I was about to lose my...you know."

Chloe's eyes went from narrow to wide and she covered her mouth with both hands, hiding a sympathetic laugh. "Licia is right, I do need practice. I had no idea that could happen."

It was Marcus' turn to look confused. "Practice?"

Bashful now, Chloe's lips went tight but she did not look down. "So, virgin no. But inexperienced yes. I grew up religious and my parents taught me sex before marriage was bad. Even then, the things we're seeing in class, my parents would die. Licia is trying to corrupt me before the end of the semester."

Marcus chuckled, "I see. Is that why you took the class? Tryin' to pull off a little preacher's daughter rebellion?"

"No, I had no idea what the class was like. I'm like everyone else, I needed an elective. You?"

"What homegrown college guy would turn down a class called Sexology?"

Chloe giggled and still warmed by the tequila, words fell easily from her mouth. "I guess that's true. I have to tell you, I thought the first class was awful. But it was like nothing I'd seen before. I felt dirty after and...and it made me do dirty things."

"What dirty things?"

She hesitated, tapping her shoes together. "I had this kinda burning. Like a crazy ache I had to massage out."

"Are you saying you touched yourself?"

Chloe felt a chill of excitement mixed with guilt. She did not want to say it out loud. If she admitted it out loud, then her parents would know instantly. The same ache she mentioned before afflicted her now and Chloe squeezed her thighs together to hide the feeling.

Marcus scooted his stool closer and Chloe felt his heat. Spiced with authority, his voice deep and provocative, "Chloe, I think you should touch yourself right now."

The thrill passed through her again and she could not stop an involuntary hip thrust.

"Ah, you know you want to, Chloe. I know you want to be a good girl, so be good and do as you're told. It's just you and me."

Chloe looked behind her to find Felicia leaning against the wall. She had a dart between her teeth, looking enticingly at Phil. They seemed to have forgotten Marcus and her.

"We're alone, Chloe. There's only two other people in this dive and they aren't interested in us. I want to see you massage that ache Chloe. Just reach up your legs, up your short skirt and pull down those red panties you've been flashing all night."

Chloe tried blinking away the fuzzy feeling of alcohol. She had a deep feeling it was wrong, but the thrill of exposing herself in a dive bar was too deliciously naughty. She also had a nagging sense that she did not want to disappoint Marcus. Just like her parents. 

"Turn off that mind, Chloe. I know this excites you. Just do it. Just give in to the act. Show me how free you are."

After another involuntary hip thrust, Chloe did just that. She pulled her skirt up to her thighs and, with more grace than she thought she had, slipped the red thong right off and tried hiding it in her skirt pocket.

"No, Chloe. Hand those to me please."

Chloe handed it right to him.

Marcus had the same intense look he had in the dorm room. It made her core quiver, but she still pressed her thighs tight together, embarrassed. 

"Open your legs Chloe. I've never wanted to see anything more in my whole life. Keep that skirt hiked up."

She was breathing fast now, but her knees gradually parted to reveal a cleanly waxed pussy, following Tyler's example. Marcus stared without blinking for several moments before talking: "I want you to leave a strip next time. I like a little decoration on such a beautiful little pussy. I know you're dying to stop that burning, Chloe. Touch to make it go away."

Too far gone for wits to come about her, Chloe did as she was told without a thought. She reached in between her legs and slipped her middle digit between her pussy lips. She bucked her hips at the first touch before relaxing into a tentative rhythm.

"Do it like I know you do it at home. When no one else is watching. I want to know what you like." 

She started rubbing her clit in a circular motion, making her breathing more rapid. She spread her legs wider by leveraging one foot against the lower bar rail and the other around the leg of her stool. She leaned back as her pace sped up and Marcus stoically watched. Gasps turned to moans and Chloe could feel the edge of the cliff, she so fiercely avoided, approach. She suddenly grew conscious of their environment and stopped instantly, afraid of falling. 

"Why did you stop?"

Cheeks flushed from exertion, Chloe looked down as she confessed, "It's too intense. I feel like I'm going to lose something if I keep going."

Marcus slipped off his stool and tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. "I don't want you to stop. I want to see you give in." He did not wait for a reply as he slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy. Chloe gasped first in surprise and then had to cover her moans as Marcus' fingers slammed in and out of her. He used his free hand to cover her mouth as Chloe began to pant out screams. Clinging to him, she felt sweat where their bare skin met and breathed him in, salty and masculine. The cliff came again as Marcus slowed down and used his thumb to tease her clit while his enveloped fingers pulled at her from the inside. Her vision blurred and hips thrusted uncontrollably as a tingling heat reached from her pelvis and throughout her entire body. Chloe fell from that cliff and a violent shuddering took over. For what seemed like an eternity, she was lost. Blissfully lost. 

When Chloe opened her eyes, she found Marcus staring at her with what she imagined was pure lust. He wasted little time in lifting her from the barstool, her legs reflexively wrapped around his waist, and thrusting them through an open closet door. Neither seemed to care whether or not they drew attention and Chloe was beyond protesting. She barely noticed that he had managed to drop his pants as he pressed her against the wall. She did, however, notice when he dropped her right onto his impossibly hard cock. 

"Oh, oh, oh...mmm.. mm.. my.. my.. gg.. go.. god!!" 

"I know you feel me, Chloe." Marcus grunted out. Not bothering to cover her cries this time, he bounced her up and down his length knowing he was not going to last long in such a tight pussy. She was squeezing around his hardness and Marcus could not control himself. He pulled out right as his orgasm spurted all over Chloe's skirt.

Knees nearly collapsing, he leaned against Chloe's heaving breasts. As soon as he recovered, Marcus pressed his forehead to her's and whispered, "You're not going to clean that off. You're going to walk home with me messed all over you. I want people to know you belong to me." He then pressed his lips and against hers and Chloe gave a soft cry as the tingles returned. She kissed him hungrily, biting soft lips and dancing her tongue over his. She felt him grow hard again and bit harder.




Sexology 344 Ch. 05



"Ahem."

Both paused and looked up to find Felicia and Phil staring at them.



Sexology 344 Ch. 06



I severely apologize for the wait! I've just gone through a big move and some other life changes and had to put this story on hold. Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy the next chapter!

*****

"Oh God!" Chloe dropped her legs to the ground, hiding her face behind her hands.

Felicia giggled, "Oh, don't mind us. We were doing our own fiesta." She smiled at Phil and turned back to Chloe, eyes scanning. "I see you've had some fun with our Marcus, Chlolita. Maybe you can tell him not to make a mess all over my clothes next time." 

"Ah!" Running out of the closet, far from her misdeeds, Chloe squealed at her friend's amusement. She stumbled about the overturned stools and struggled out the exit. She made it a block before the determined clicking of Felicia's stilettos chased her down. "Chlolita, hey! Amiga! Chloe, WAIT!!" Felicia called, stopping on the cool sidewalk. 

Chloe paused on the corner of the street, panting. Her skirt caught up in the breeze of the passing cars. "Come on!" She yelled, slapping the material down and spitting out a "Fuck!" 

Grace still intact, Felicia sauntered to the curb. "Ai, Chloe. Swearing now? What kinda effect I'm having on you?"

Skirt forgotten, Chloe threw her hands up in the air. "What effect are you having on me?! What do you think? Look what I just did!" She collapsed to the curb, knees squeezed to her chest by folded arms. It was at this time that Marcus decided to join them. 

"Hey! Chloe? You just left me there."

Chloe could only cry in response, face buried in her folded arms. Marcus stood silent and uncomfortable, shifting his weight side to side with hands in jean pockets. Felicia looked between the two expectantly. Tension mounting, she waited no longer for the silence to break. "OK, I can't stand this any longer. Chlolita, don't feel bad. You had fun. That's the important part." 

Chloe peered up at her friend, still crying. "Do you know what my parents would say?" She said through choking sobs. "I thought I could make up for the first time. Ignore it. Now look at me! I'm sitting here filthy on the street!"

Both Felicia and Marcus moved to sit on either side of Chloe. Felicia put an arm around her and poured out some old Panamanian wisdom. "Chica, it is hard. To know the difference between immorality and denying your human nature. You need to enjoy this time when you can feel so fiercely, before you dry up like an old leather shoe." 

Sobs dwindling to a sniffle, Chloe mumbled, "Like you're a good judge on what's moral." 

Playfulness gone, Felicia shot up from the curb. "Chloe, I think you need to suck it up. Stop being a fucking niña and own what you did." She turned back towards the bar. "I'm gonna stay with Phil tonight. I'll let you decide if you want to put the big girl pants on or always worry about your padres putting you in time out." 

"Licia! Don't walk away. I'm sorry!" Chloe clamored to her feet, bumping Marcus in the process. 

"I will forget it by morning." Felicia called over her shoulder. "Go home mi amiga. You've been baptized into womanhood." With that, Felicia disappeared back into the bar. 

Chloe stood silent on the sidewalk. Marcus took care in interrupting her reverie, "Hey, Chloe." He approached her from the back but she didn't turn around. "Let me walk you back to your dorm."

"Don't go out of your way."

"Come on, you know my dorm is a block down from yours." He took off his coat, draping it over Chloe's narrow shoulders. She let him lead her by the elbow. The evening smell of a breezy summer accompanied them as they walked, neither saying a word. The campus was quiet, as was expected of a weekday night. Chloe didn't pull away when his fingers crawled down her arm to entangle hers. Marcus followed her up the stairs to her front door, not waiting to be asked.

Chloe fished out her keys, dropping them to the cement in the process. Marcus swiped them up before she could bend down. He stood there, spinning the keyring around his large forefinger. The jiggle of dancing metal seemed to grow louder as her discomfort grew. "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to freak out. I've just never done anything like that. I was caught up in the moment and had no idea what to do about Licia seeing us."

Marcus didn't reply, the keys still circling his finger.

"I liked it." Chloe cleared her throat. "I did."

He closed his fist around the keys, silencing them and stepped towards her. Chloe stepped back in response, lightly bumping the door behind her. "Can I have my keys, please?" 

Marcus stepped forward again, leaving no room between them. Chloe held her breath as he leaned in, his cheek brushing hers. She felt frozen, unable to move away. She shuddered when his hands swept up her waist, holding her there. Chloe felt the heat of his exhale on her neck and couldn't help but shiver. "I can smell your excitement," he whispered, "Chloe, you did it." Marcus' lips pulled at her earlobe and the heat returned between her legs. "You walked all the way home with me on you." 

He leaned back, hands still heavy on her hips. It began with the tip of her nose, Marcus then kissed her forehead and both cheeks. He left a trail of kisses down the tender part of her neck and Chloe came to life. She tried to wrap Marcus in a tight embrace but he stopped her. He pulled her arms down from around his neck and pressed them to her sides. Eyes boring into hers with the same intensity they had during their first encounter in the dorm room, Marcus nearly strangled her arms. "Never run away from me again, Chloe." 

His grip softened at the flash of fear on her face. Deep down, at some point in her life, Chloe remembered a lesson chased by a warning. Something about men trying to ruin young women and that it was the woman's job to resist. But, she couldn't hold the thought as daring fingers stretched to find her wet desire. "Oh!" she gasped between heavy breaths.

"Your parents aren't here, Chloe." Marcus growled, "They aren't here to stop you from being what you are. You lose your mind as soon as you're wet." 

Chloe's knees weakened and she inadvertently fell onto two of Marcus's thick digits, gasping louder. "Ah!" She covered her own moans this time. 

Voice thick and forehead sweating inspite of the cool midnight air, Marcus continued, "I know you don't just get wet for anyone." His pace quickened, Chloe was panting now. "I have you now. You gave yourself to me in that closet. You drip when a real man handles you." 

She tried kissing him and he pulled away. "No, Chloe. I want your attention. Tell me I have your attention?" 

She was able to utter a breathless "Yes." 

"Convince me. Look at me. Don't hide behind closed eyes."

Looking side to side, as if struggling to concentrate, Chloe took too long. Marcus shook her with his free hand and pulled hard at her from the inside. She cried out and looked straight into his eyes. He smiled a satisfied smile and continued, "Good, I don't want you to feel ashamed. Your body and mind like being teased. Forget all those years of submission to the will of those afraid of their nature. Be submissive to the needs of your body and do as your friend tells you—own it. Let me own you." 

Without blinking, Chloe convulsed against the pressure of Marcus' fingers. "Ah. See. You like being owned, Chloe." Marcus pulled her close so that his lips rested next to her ear. Each word he spoke was heat on her sensitive skin. "That's twice in one night. I don't want to hear how you don't want this again. You will be proud of the creature you are." 

He pulled his drenched digits from her eager pussy and made a show of breathing in her scent. "I know what your arousal smells like." Marcus suddenly pinned her up against the door roughly. "Remember you belong to me." Softening again, he kissed her sweetly on the lips and let go. He stepped down to the first step, pulled out the red thong from his pocket. "I'll have your scent with me until I see you next."

Breathing normally now, Chloe found her voice. "When will I see you again?"

Smirking, Marcus considered her a moment before responding. "Next class, on Wednesday. I have some school stuff to do tomorrow, so I guess you'll just have to be a good girl until then." He turned, hopping down the metal steps. Chloe waited until she could no longer hear the clang of his feet before unlocking her door and slamming it shut behind her.

Alone with her thoughts, Chloe's mind raced. Why did I do that? Why didn't I just leave? I can't believe I did that. He seems so normal in front of Licia. How can I keep this from my parents?

At the last thought, Chloe faced herself in the hallway mirror. She set down the bag Felicia had coordinated with her outfit and turned on the light. Surprised at what she found, she looked closer. Expecting to find a haggard, disgraced mug with smeared mascara, Chloe saw a flawless face. The waterproof makeup held up to its name and her earlier tears had dried. A healthy flush warmed her cheeks and Chloe could swear she was virtually glowing. She felt as if she was seeing herself for the first time. 

Exhaling a breath she didn't realized she was holding, Chloe moved to her bed and climbed under the sheets. "I'm a good girl," she said aloud, before yawning and falling to sleep.

THE NEXT DAY:

The anticipation was different this time. Walking into her Sexology lecture usually made her stomach drop, and now she was excited. There was no wringing of hands, tapping of pens, or shuffling through bags. Chloe leaned back in her chair, legs propped out in front and crossed at the ankles. Her arms were loosely folded and resting on her chest. Gaze unfocused and lost in thoughts, she was surprised suddenly to find the room full and Professor Angotti staring right at her. 

Straightening unconsciously, Chloe was more surprised that she didn't feel compelled to look away. She didn't look away even when he did begin the day's lecture. "Good morning class. Welcome back. I know our last lesson was a bit progressive by most standards, but I'm happy to see the whole class returned. One more than Monday, it seems." Pausing, the professor looked towards seat A8 and the rest of the class followed his gaze. "Mr. Rhode, Marcus Rhode. Pleased you could join us, today." 

Chloe's heart fluttered at the mention of Marcus. She watched him under Professor's Angotti's hard glare. She loved how cool he appeared. He didn't jump or even shift his position. He only cleared his throat before answering, "Thank you professor. I'm sorry I was absent." Marcus bent down and pulled out a memory card from his bag. "I brought my extra credit."

Chloe almost choked. The blood left her face and the fluttering of her heart quickly advanced to a harsh pounding. Thoughts raced again. Did he film me? How would he have done it? Don't I need to consent? He wouldn't do that. Would he? There was no more blissful calm. Chloe was back to feeling a crushing uncertainty and was unable to find a comfortable position in her seat. 

Professor Angotti looked taken aback, recovering quickly. "My, my, Mr. Rode. I like a prepared man. Bring it up here and we'll take a look before the end of class." Marcus strode right up to the stage and handed the flash drive over. Both professor and student held to each end for a moment, staring at each other. Marcus was the first to let go and retreated back to his seat in no particular hurry. The professor waited for him to return before continuing.

"Brillant. We were going to have a shorter lecture today, but now that Mr. Rhode has chosen to fill the time with some educational material, everyone gets to remain until the end of the hour." He walked behind the podium and pulled a chair to the edge of the stage and sat down. "In the mean time, my previously planned lesson caught a nasty cold and couldn't make it. So, I thought we could do a Q&A and discuss the journal due next Monday. I need to track your first quarter progress."

The professor waited patiently in his chair. No one raised a hand or spoke. He smiled, flashing white teeth. "Ah, my shy pupils. Perhaps our lectures will be more fruitful if you get to know me more. As terrifying as I may seem, there is a ...how do you Americans say it? A method to the madness?" He leaned back casually in the chair, ankle resting across knee and hands behind head. "I won't bite." His grin grew wider. "Not today at least."

A voice squeaked up from the crowd, "We can ask you anything?"

Eyes searching the crowd, Professor Angotti said, "Let's have each speaker stand. I like to see whom I'm speaking with."

Tentatively, Krissy Elliot rose from seat E7. "Professor." She paused, clearing her throat. "I'm wondering how you developed your sexual ...tastes?" She plopped back into her chair, reddening. 

"Miss Elliot, in terms of taste, are you inquiring as to my propensity towards submissives or my interest in ancient sexual practices?"

Krissy stood again, looking pale. "I guess ...submissives, Sir." She sat down again.

"Let me answer that question in two parts. My first sexual experience was what many would consider normal, with another young lady my age. We grew apart as we went to different universities and I went on to other typical heterosexual pairings. My curiosity expanded due to two simultaneous events. A new woman I was dating introduced me to more exotic sexual practices. I was also introduced to more than a millennia of copulatory rituals in my studies. I drew many parallels between my own sexual encounters and those presented in my lectures. I decided to investigate further and what you see now is where I discovered my sexual fulfillment."

Another hand shot up, followed by the owner. Her voice barely reached the stage, "So, your experiences were ...normal, Professor?"

Looking curious, the Professor stood to get a better look. "Name?"

"Savitri Ramiah ...Sir."

"Ah, I like this strict adherence to the respectful Sir and Professor." He sat back down. "Miss Ramiah, if you're alluding to more sinister experiences to account for my less than usual tests, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I've had many years of sexual adventures to hone in on my particular urges and this is the result. I've found an open mind can provide the most liberating awareness of oneself."

Savitri, who was still standing, took her seat. Another student stood, Professor Angotti interrupted him, "Everyone who stands that remains unknown to me, please state your name first."

The slight student continued, "James Peck, Sir." He pushed his rimless glasses up his long nose. "I'm wondering what ancient culture influenced you the most? In terms of sexual practice, I mean."

Professor Angotti's face lit up with delight. "Ah, what an excellent question, Mr. Peck!"

Lost in her own thoughts, Chloe didn't hear the professor's response. She was still reeling from the soon-to-be-shown footage. The questions and answers became simply a hum at the back of her mind. She was sweating and moist all at once. If he showed their recent encounters, everyone would know she belonged to him. This made her feverish and earnest. She was almost eager to see the film. As if her true identity would be set in stone and she could no longer deny the truth with such vivid evidence. 

Her attention snapped back to the class conversation with a single clap of the Professor's hands. "Great chat, students! Now that you know more about me, I hope you'll be less averse to sharing details of your life with me in the future." He stood and walked to the podium, picking up the newly acquired flash drive and slipped it into an open laptop. Professor Angotti pointed a remote at the back of the room. A light from a projector washed over him as he turned and pointed a second remote at the back of the stage. A large white screen descended, soaking up the light from the projector. He turned back the laptop and soon the picture he saw was visible for all to see on the projector screen. 

The words "Marcus Rhode's Extra Credit" appeared and the Professor paused the film. "As this is the first extra credit we will be seeing, let's set expectations." He moved along the stage, the projector shadowing him on the screen. "I expect each submission to be accurate or unique in their recording. If a student feels they can present new, instructive material, feel free to show us. I'm not interested in incomplete or lazy displays. I will not credit such work." 

"Mr. Rhode, did you obtain participatory consent from those involved in your extra credit?"

Marcus rose from seat A8. "Yes, Professor. I emailed you a picture of the signed copy."

"Why email, Mr Rhode?"

Marcus grinned, "I like to travel light."

Professor Angotti raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Well, let us see what you brought." As he pressed the play button, all eyes went towards the back of the stage.

A panting sound was heard first, female and guttural. The camera focused in on two glistening bodies. The panting grew louder and Chloe raised her eye to meet those of the girl in the footage. Her stomach dropped and she felt like she was going to throw up. The girl was not Chloe. It was the self-announced Krissy Elliot. Her shoulder-length brown curls bounced with the motions of her hips, thrusting in time to Marcus' finger fucking. She was positioned at the edge of the bed, just as Tyler had been for the squirting lesson. His hand was on her lower stomach and her hands were wrapped around his neck.

Chloe felt a burning wetness on her cheeks and realized she was crying. She grabbed her bag and journal, jolting up and running towards the door. Krissy's climatic cries chased her out the door along with the sound of Professor Angotti calling her name.



Sexology 344 Ch. 07



Chloe burst into her dorm room, threw her bag on the floor, and crumpled into a sobbing heap on her neatly-made bed. She ignored the five missed calls and messages left by Marcus. She didn't even try to listen. She simply opted to delete each one immediately after they were left. The numerous text messages shared the same fate. 

Chloe couldn't reason. Her head hurt, after trying to think about what had just happened. She felt as if the blood in her brain was pooling in her ankles and each thought was garnishing precious energy to which she had no access. It was bad enough that Marcus had betrayed her so callously — having her body and mind turn on her made the situation seem cataclysmic. The roar of her pulsing heart pounded between her ears and her tightening stomach threatened to retch. 

Chloe woke up after a while. She had no memory of falling asleep. One minute, she had just returned home from that awful class. The next, she opened her eyes to find Felicia staring at her. Concern etched her usually mischievous face and she rose as soon as Chloe stirred. Pulling steaming tea from her bed-side table, she crouched down to meet Chloe's gaze. "Tea first, delicata. Then we will get cucumbers for those puffies on the eyes." She set the tea next to her roommate and leaned against the bed, brushing the splayed hair from Chloe's face. 

At the kind gesture of her friend, Chloe began to cry afresh. Alarmed, Felicia crawled behind her, taking the job of the bigger spoon. She melded the front of her body to the back of Chloe's in an attempt to soothe the weeping girl. "Shhh, Chlolita. It will be alright. Sometimes, you just need to cry it out." Felicia stretched to kiss her on the cheek. "You tell me what happened when you're done."

They laid like that for a long time. Chloe, surprised that she didn't pull away. Felicia, surprised that Chloe allowed her to remain so close. They were good friends for sure, but Chloe wasn't the touchy type. Felicia was happy her roommate let her care for her as the women in Felicia's own family would. At one point, Felicia began to rock them both gently and Chloe finally calmed down enough to speak. "I hate him!"

"Hate who, amiga?" 

"Who do you think?! That asshole, Marcus."

"Because of what happened last night at the bar?"

Chloe pulled away a little so she could roll to her back and face her friend. "No. NO! THAT! That was something I got over. It was today."

Felicia stayed close to her friend, "What did he do today?"

"He ...he. I saw him with another girl!" Her gestures were almost violent.

"Shhhhh. It's okay. It's okay." She pulled Chloe's arms down tenderly. "What was he doing with this other girl?"

Chloe drew in a long breath before continuing, "They were touching each other. They were lewd!" 

"You're sure? You're sure he just wasn't being nice?"

"Oh he was being nice. Down right sweet, in fact. He was sure eager to help his fingers right into her pussy!"

"Ai, Chloe. In public? Maybe you should stay away from this Marcus. He does too much stuff out in the open. Once in awhile is okay but ...."

"Licia!" 

"Okay, okay. He's a dirtbag, a cabron."

Chloe covered her face with her hands making it necessary for Felicia to dodge her folding elbows. "I can't believe I did those things with him. What is wrong with me?!"

"Ai, chica. Not a thing is wrong with you. It is natural to want to be adventurous. It's not your fault he's a pendejo."

"I should have known this would happen. My parents told me ...."

"No, stop! Chlolita, stop right there. Your parents nothing. All they'll teach you is to be afraid of men, not how to handle them. Don't run back into that shell they spent nearly two decades building. They will just teach you to hate your body. You were finally enjoying yourself. This is just a bump in the road."

Chloe lowered her arm to look at Felicia. "This experience sucks, Licia! It totally sucks. I thought I was going to throw up when I saw them. I couldn't breathe. It was awful."

"Ai, I know. You really liked him. It is alway painful with the ones we really like." She drew Chloe into a hug. "It will fade. Now you know those types. You will be more strong in the future."

Chloe sniffled in response. Felicia hugged her tighter and said, "Sometimes, all you need is another person to help with the pain. A transition person. They can bring you comfort. The worst in these situations is the stop of physical contact."

"Really?"

Felicia laughed a little. "Ha, yes. You got a taste of something great. Your body was having a high. Now you've been dropped to the bottom of a pit. You need a person to help you climb out."

"I'm not going out on one of your missions, Licia."

"Ai, no. You're too raw for that. I mean someone you trust."

"I don't have any guy friends I trust."

"Well, that's why women are so communal. We know how to help in these situations." It was at this time, Felicia lightly danced her fingers up and down Chloe's arm. "We keep each other from making more bad choices."

Nuzzling Chloe's neck, Felicia delighted in the gooseflesh that peaked up. Chloe let her friend touch her. She liked this feeling of being close to another person. A person that wouldn't betray her. She let Felicia kiss the back of her neck and down the exposed part of her back. Chloe was startled to find how gentle it all seemed. So innocent. The light caresses and sweet kisses made her feel wanted. Wanted in a moment where she had never felt more unwanted.

Felicia turned Chloe so they were face to face. Felicia kissed her cheeks first, playing with Chloe's honey-colored hair. She then kissed her chastely on closed lips. Chloe didn't stop her. Their hands intertwined and their tongues met between parted mouths. Chloe hesitant while Felicia was patient. Felicia waited for Chloe to continue first, letting her take the lead. Chloe found comfort in the thrill of the soft play. She didn't feel pushed or guilted, she felt acceptance. Her parents were locked away in the back of her mind. She was not worried what they thought. Chloe was more concerned of what Marcus was thinking. The rhythm of kissing pulled her back to the present and Chloe starting kissing Felicia as she would have Marcus. 

She hungrily pulled and nibbled on Felicia's full lips and, when her friend didn't pull away, Chloe pulled off Felicia's top. Throwing the garment aside, Chloe was struck by the excitement she felt at finding her friend braless. Her hand fumbled towards Felicia's light brown nipple, finding it hardened. She circled the eager nipple with her fingertip and Felicia gave a sharp sigh. Provoked, Chloe pinched the budding nipple and her kissing grew more intense. 

Felicia took it all in stride. Chloe loved her for it. She suddenly felt overwhelmed by the tenderness of the moment. She paused to look Felicia in the eye and found her friend's gaze to be open, inviting. She did not stop Felicia from lifting her tank top or from unclipping her bra. Chloe's medium breast bounced against Felicia's larger pair. They fell into an embrace and Chloe was lulled to sleep by Felicia's rhythmic, light caresses.

LATER THAT NIGHT 

Chloe awoke to find the dorm empty. Felicia must have gone to her evening class. She thought. Pushing herself up from the bed, Chloe felt refreshed. The gnawing feeling in her stomach had quelled and she was able to take a deep breath for the first time since she ran from that auditorium. Reaching her hands to the ceiling, Chloe stretched her body awake and grabbed her laptop, sitting on the side of her bed. She opened her school email and held her breath. An email from Professor Angotti sat at the very top. She breathed out slowly and clicked it open.

He addressed her as "Miss Pierce" and required her to stop by his office during open hours before the next class. This was to discuss her sudden departure and what extra work would be appropriate as she had missed a quarter of the lesson. Shaking with anxiety, Chloe couldn't imagine being alone with that man. He'd beat her down into a blushing mess just by staring. Wait. Thought Chloe. I faced him earlier today without dying of embarrassment. Maybe it won't be so bad. I only missed a little of the class.

She re-read the email several more times and then shuffled through her calendar. Chloe found an opening to match her free afternoon the following day and decided to get the meeting over and done. She set the laptop aside and noticed her silenced phone lighting up. Another text to join the many unread ones. Stomach lurching—although, much less than earlier that morning—Chloe braved the messages. She pulled the phone off its charger and punched in her passcode. Fourteen messages in seven hours, all from Marcus. She open the first and read, Why won't you answer me? And the next, Let me explain. I couldn't tell you before. She had asked me before I met up with you. The rest said much of the same and Chloe deleted them all before throwing her phone across the room. 

"Ahh! What a liar," she said aloud. 

The doorknob turned at the same moment and in slipped Felicia. "Who's the liar, Chlolita?"

More calm, Chloe was relieved to see her. "Hey, Licia. Ugh, you know who."

"Is he texting you much?"

Chloe rolled her eyes and sighed, "A lot. Calling and leaving voicemails, too."

"At least he's man enough to do that."

Casting a glare right at Felicia, Chloe's mouth hung open. Her friend recovered quickly, "Ai! I mean to say it means something—him calling." Chloe still stared, unblinking. "Ok, ok. The point is, it will help with the embarrassment if you know you didn't give it up to a complete jerk." 

Chloe's face relaxed and she attempted a weak smile. "Thanks, Licia. I hear what you're saying." They both fell silent for a minute, neither feeling the need to discuss their "cuddling". 

Felicia walked across the room to pick up Chloe's tossed cell. She laid in on the table and lounged back her bed. "Ai, Chlolita. These four hundred level classes are killing me. I need to find a tutor or else I may not graduate this May."

"Really? Do you know someone from class?" 

Smiling her mischevious smile, Felicia rolled to her stomach, chin propped on hands. "Si. He is very attentive to the class. I've tried flirting and he only gets red. I see his test scores because I make a point to sit next to him. I find him interesting."

"You find him interesting because he doesn't smile himself into a liquid man puddle when you smile at him." Chloe laughed.

Felicia scrunched her nose. "Ai! No. I really think he knows his stuff. I just want the information that's on his brain. I do my usual "Oh, English is my second language thing.""

Giggling still, Chloe bit the inside of her lip. "I have to do the same thing, sorta." She raised her eyes to Felicia. "I missed some of my class and it has a 100% participation requirement. I have to go talk to my professor about makeup work."

"Oooh. Private chat with the professor. I like the sound of that."

"It's not like that, Licia."

Felicia gave Chloe a sidelong look. "Which professor? The one from your anthropology course?" Chloe nodded. "He is hot?"

Chloe struggled with the answer. "Well, he is very good looking. Has an accent and this whole exotic look. But ...but, he's really intimidating. Almost cruel."

"Cruel? Like abusive with words?"

"No. More like he tells you your grade is at risk if you don't do what he says."

Felicia snorted, "Like most profesores and profesoras."

Chloe looked down, fidgeting with her nails. "He is a little more threatening."

"Why don't you tell someone?"

She shrugged. "I think it's part of the class. We signed a form agreeing to his rules. I guess he has a lot of sway at this University."

"Ai", Felicia said softly, "Now it make sense. You wouldn't happen to be taking Greco Angotti's class, would you?"

Chloe stood up, eyes wide. "You ...you know him?!"

"You think I've been at this school for four years and didn't hear about a class that was all hush hush. The problem is, its a three hundred level course and strictly in the Social Science department. A business major can't sneak that in. Annnd ...mi padre looks at all the courses I am taking before he pays for the semester. He pays, I must obey." Felicia put her finger to her temple, pretending to pull the trigger on a gun. "Ai! I wish you would have told me this before. That man is like a god. A friend pointed him out to me at a club." Felicia winked, "A very private club."

"What was he doing at the club?"

"Ai, it made him the hottest. He just sat in a chair and watched everyone else, very hands off. There was plenty for him to be entertained with."

Chloe imagined what the club was like. Probably men just like Marcus and him, making young girls submit. "Well, I have to see him tomorrow."

"Ai, Chlolita! I want to hear every detail when you get back. You should try being bold with him. Maybe he won't seem so scary in class."

Chloe scoffed, "Yeah, right. You've seen him. He's like walking sex. I'll barely be able to get out a declarative sentence."

"Oh no, amiga! Don't go back to old, shy Chlolita. You are a new woman, today. Tomorrow, you are that same woman and will rock that meeting." Felicia ran and jumped on the bed next to Chloe. "Just don't think you can't do it. Men like him like to be intrigued. Just interest him."

Thinking for moment, Chloe laid back. "Ugh, Licia. I'm so nervous."

"Nervous is fine. Nervous means you are alive. Nervous is the beginning to exciting. Think about it. The best way to get back at Marcus, is to be visibly friendly with the professor you both have. Make Marcus think you don't need him. Make him think he didn't upset you that much."

Chloe giggled a shy giggle. "I guess you're right. I'll give it a shot. Can't hurt."

"No, it can't. By the way, chica. You shouldn't worry at all. I got a taste of your kisses and you got some passion deep down. Like a slow burning fire, add a little wood and it flares up. Keep it going. You got to feed that fire now that it's lit."

Shaking her head, Chloe said, "Where do you learn these sayings? Are you translating them from Spanish?"

"Ai, it is just the way I am. If you think I am bad, you should meet my abuela. That woman says a book worth of sayings each day."

"The apple has not rolled far from the tree."

"Ai, see. You have fire in you." She hopped to her feet. "Come on, Chlolita. It's mussel Monday at the Seahorse. 

Chloe gave little resistance to her friend's demand. Not wanting to be alone to think of Marcus and her impending meeting with the professor also pushed her out the door. Felicia didn't even make her change.

THE NEXT DAY:

The door read: 

Greco Angotti

Professor 

Curriculum Committee Chair

Chloe faltered as her hand rolled up to knock on the door. Her arm in midair, she took a deep breath, planted her feet on to the musty carpet and breathed slowly out. The stalled arm rounded up to knock again but the door opened suddenly. Jumping, Chloe cleared the way for a saucy looking redhead to step out. She gave Chloe an impish smile as the professor call out "Ah, Miss Pierce. Right on time. Getting off on the right foot are we? Sabina, show in Miss Pierce and shut the door as you leave."

Smile falling from her porcelain face, Sabina moved to allow Chloe room to slip past and into the office. Chloe watched as the girl stared at the professor, eyes shifting between the newly arrived student and the indifferent instructor. Finally, glaring at Chloe, she shut the door. 

Professor Angotti didn't seem to notice the tense exchange and continued as if Sabina had never been there. "So, Miss Pierce. Have a seat. Let's chat." His eyes never left her as Chloe stepped around and bent into the worn chair opposite his. She felt the flush creeping up her neck and tried to hold it back. The professor seemed to notice her efforts and leaned back, looking amused. "No need to be on edge. I simply want to discuss yesterday."

Chloe reached up and twirled a piece of hair around her forefinger. "Um, I'm not on edge. At least, I'm just a little nervous about my makeup work, Professor."

"Ah, never fear, Miss Pierce. I'm more interested in why you decided to depart the lecture early and without ceremony?" Professor Angotti leaned back in his chair, seeming quite at comfort.

Almost choking, Chloe attempted a cough to recover from her surprise. "Uh, um. I felt sick to my stomach all of a sudden, Sir. I didn't want to throw up on other people."

He cocked his head to one side, looking incredulous. "Interesting. Nothing happened to make you nauseous? It just happened suddenly?" 

Chloe cleared her throat, "I have a sensitive stomach, Sir."

"Ah. Well, since you were feeling ill, as you say, your makeup work will be minimal. Normally, I'm not quite so lenient. But, I'm feeling generous this week."

"What do I have to do, Professor?"

"Well, that remains to be seen. I'm curious, do you happen to have your class journal with you?"

Heart beating hard, Chloe did have her journal. She thought she'd have to turn it in at the end of the semester. It wasn't ready. "I think I do, but it's not current."

An easy smile broke out on the professor's face. "I wouldn't worry about that. You missed the discussion in class. I'm requiring all students to turn in journals for the the midterm. They're due on Monday, however, I think I'd rather take yours now. Get a head start. You do have entries, don't you?"

Hand dropping back into her lap, eyes downcast, Chloe paused before nodding slowly and reached into her bag. She leaned over the desk, handing him her thoughts and feeling bare. He smirked at her and reached out a languid hand for the journal. "Moleskine. Reminds me of my first few years in college. I spent summers in Italy, at my mother's behest. She wanted me to learn something of the arts. I had a proclivity towards the human form and figure drawing called to me." He drifted for a moment, lost in memories. Chloe shifted in her seat and he was brought back to the office. "Right. Feel the texture of the binding. We forget the small riches in life. Run your fingertips lightly over the material."

Doing as directed, Chloe touched the journal gingerly. She looked up at Professor Angotti and he did the same as if to encourage her. Feeling more at ease, she felt the palatial skin and the light touching sent a thrill through her fingertips. The professor watched her with interest. "Like skin, human skin. It seems to come to life when you touch it. The tactile feedback is lush. Imagine how actual living skin feels when you touch it like that." As if to demonstrated, he fluttered his hand over hers and ran one finger down the side of her palm.

Chloe gasped and pulled her hand away, reddening. He gave her a thoughtful look before continuing. "Since we have barely reached midterm, I have no makeup work for you at this time. I will, however, think of something." Chloe straightened in her seat. "Do you have a question, Miss Pierce?"

Fidgeting, Chloe found her words. "WelI—I mean—Tyler was only a few minutes late and you made her demonstrate in front of the whole class. I thought mine would be worse. S...Sir."

Rueful in his gaze, Professor Angotti spoke with sincerity. "There is a difference between being tardy and falling ill. The former, I have no patience. The latter, well, the latter can't always be helped. Besides, I had heard things about Miss Englewood that made her perfect for that particular lecture."

"You...you knew she could do that? That...."

"Female ejaculation? Call it what it is, Miss Pierce. We are all adults. There is no need to sound like an adolescent child that just got caught swearing in Sunday school. Yes, I knew. How I came by that knowledge is mine alone. Although, you can rest assured I did nothing... imprudent."




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Chloe nodded in assent, remaining quiet. Professor Angotti watched her intently and continued. "Alright then. I'm glad to know you aren't dropping the class. I'm unused to losing students after the first few lectures. I was under the impression the last lecture had affected you so wrongly that you'd had enough. I'm happy to find you more resilient."

"No, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir. I am resilient and I'm not dropping your class. I need this grade to graduate."

"Oh, as all the students say. I'm waiting for the day someone says they took the class because they find it intriguing."

"Oh, but I do! Professor, I do. I just meant it was the last qualifying class for the credits I need. I have found your lectures to be very—very informative."

He smirked again, "Why, I'm glad you're benefiting. Perhaps, I will learn more about your learning in this." Professor Angotti lifted the journal, opening to the first page.

Jumping up, Chloe said, "Wait! It's not really current and I...."

"No need to worry, Miss Pierce. That's the point of the journal. I want to read your true progression. I'm curious as to both your initial reaction and how you're evolving." Chloe sat back down, defeated. "You can pick it up tomorrow. Same time. They aren't my usual office hours, but I will make an exception." He stood up, indicating it was time to leave.

Chloe stood and walked to the door, acutely aware of Professor Angotti's presence behind her. She'd never been this close to him before. Fumbling with the door, she couldn't get the knob to unlatch. He placed his hand on hers, leaning in close. Chloe breathed him in and warmed. He smelled of spices and something intangibly masculine. His touch sent shivers to her clit and all Chloe could think was how he was more attractive—provocative even—up close. His breath reached her neck and she was wet. When Professor Angotti spoke, his baritone voice reverberated throughout her entire body, leaving her knees weak. "It sticks a bit. You need to pull and lift at the same time." He opened the door with ease. "See. These old universities have their quirks." 

He peered down at Chloe, charmed that she made no attempt to leave. "Tomorrow, Miss Pierce." She jerked, realizing she was blocking the door.

"Oh. Sorry, Professor."

"No need to apologize." Chloe reached a few steps outside the door before she heard him call to her. "Remember, Miss Pierce. There will still be makeup work. Think on it."

Chloe stopped in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder, speaking in a near whisper, "Yes, Sir." She heard the door close and walked quickly on down the hall, feeling more than flustered.



Sexology 344 Ch. 08



Chloe fished out her phone before plopping down on her bed. Marcus had left another string of texts and she felt a moment of weakness. Her anger had cooled from yesterday and Chloe wondered what the harm was in letting him talk. She opened his text, thinking up a response. The cursor blinked a long while before she thumbed 'Hey, got your texts.' Chloe was contemplating whether or not to send it before she was interrupted by an incoming call. "Dad" flashed onto the phone's screen and she reflexively answered. 

"Hey, Dad! How ya been?"

Chloe heard a throat clear before responding, "Hey there, Honeybee. I'm just calling to check up on ya. How's the campus life?"

"Not bad, midterms are almost here. I've been studying a lot."

Her dad chuckled, "Ha ha, good for you. Your mother thought maybe that wild roommate of yours would drag you out into mischief. But, I told her you'd never get too far off track, even after turning twenty-one. Especially not with us helping with tuition." 

Chloe rolled her eyes, "No, Dad. I'd hate to disappoint you and Mom. I never forget who's paying my way."

"Don't worry, Honeybee. I know you offered to work, but we want you to buckle down and get to graduating. Oh, by the way, guess who I ran into the other day?"

"Who'd you run into, Dad?"

"Why, I ran right into Cliff Wells and his dad. Cliff just got back from doing missionary work in Honduras. He's starting med school over at William and Mary next fall and didn't waste any time asking about you."

Swallowing her sigh, Chloe responded tightly. "Dad, you know Cliff and I broke up last summer. I broke up with him, not him with me. I don't care if he asked after me or not."

"Calm down, calm down. No need to get hysterical. I just wanted to let you know he's thinking about you for when ... if ... you change your mind."

Mustering every bit of self-control she possessed, Chloe gripped the phone tensely. "I. Am. Not. Hysterical." She fought the urge to throw the phone. "Dad. I am not Mom. I calmly told you what I want. I even gave you good rationale. For the last time, Cliff and I are never, ever going to get back together."

"Chloe, I know your mother and I taught you to have more respect than that."

"Respect! Dad, what about respect for me and my decisions? You don't listen to me. You and mom both like to decide my future for me without even asking what I want."

"What's gotten into you? You're too young to know what you want! Plenty of girls your age get into all sorts of trouble, making bad choices."

She wanted it to end. It was a tired conversation that always ended with a "Yes Dad, you're right". But she couldn't say the words. She'd be lying. Cliff had been forced on her since she hit puberty and he always acted like he owned her. Even then, it wasn't just because of the owning bit, it was more that he made no effort to earn it. He went through life expecting everything to be handed to him.

"Chloe?! Chloe, are you there?"

She took a deep breath, "Dad, you know that trouble you're always saying girls get into and how they need a good guy to keep them out of it? Well, that trouble happened with Cliff and he was a big jerk about it, like I owed it to him. Why do you think I transferred out of state? So, be sure to tell Cliff hello for me next time ya see him. Bye!" Chloe ended the call. 

She felt brave when her dad called back the first time. By the third, she started feeling sick. 'Oh my god, oh my god! What did I just do?!' Chloe didn't dare pick up. Panic flooded in, making her retch out dry heaves. Then, suddenly, it was gone. Having never talked back to her parents before, Chloe always thought she'd spontaneously combust if she ever had the courage. But it just happened and she still existed. She was still on her bed, in her dormroom. Nothing came crashing down. 

Getting up from the bed, Chloe went to the sink for a glass of water. She passed the hallway mirror on the way back and was again struck by what she saw. A bold face stared back, a face that reminded her more of a woman's than a young girl's. Lifting the cup for a drink, Chloe took note of the way her lips pouted out as they pulled together making pronounced hollows in her cheeks. She turned her head side to side, taking in the different angles of her face. Smiling different smiles, Chloe realized she was watching herself. Watching as another would. Watching as a man would watch her. She took another sip of water before returning to bed. 

Chloe drifted to sleep thinking of how Professor Angotti had watched her, the text meant for Marcus forgotten.

THE NEXT DAY:

In a cloud of steam, Chloe rushed from the bathroom. She had never taken ample time getting ready, much less have it be the cause of her tardiness. This, of course, didn't escape Felicia's shrewd attention. 

"Chlolita, why all the fuss with your wardrobe? I've never seen you made up unless I held you down and forced it on you."

Avoiding eye contact, Chloe busied herself with trying to get out the door. "I'm trying to make an impression on my professors and my counselor. It's that time of year to ask for recommendations."

Felicia grinned and said, "Ay. I think I know which professor you want to impress. You still owe me a story from yesterday's meeting."

Throwing her purse over her shoulder, Chloe opened the dorm room door. "I'll have to tell you later, Licia. I have to run. See ya!" She shut the door behind her and hurried out of the building. She made it a few yards before Marcus ambushed her on the quad.

"Chloe! Chloe, stop! Please, I have to talk to you." He grabbed at Chloe's upper arm to stop her.

"Oh, Marcus." Chloe was surprised to see him, but not at all disgruntled. "I meant to text you back last night, but got distracted."

"So, you're not mad at me anymore? I've been trying to talk to you for days."

"I know. I just needed to cool off. But I really need to go right now. I'm meeting Professor Angotti."

He let go of her arm. "Professor Angotti? You're seeing him alone?"

"Yes, in his office. It's about me leaving class early. Thanks for that by the way. I'll talk to you later." Chloe continued rushing to her destination, leaving Marcus on the grass looking miffed. She smiled to herself, enjoying not feeling flustered or ridiculous in front of him. Her pace picked up to a jog as she dreaded the idea of being late to her meeting.

Breathing heavily by the time she reached the office, Chloe tried taking a few deep breaths before knocking. But, the door again swung open before she had the chance. Professor Angotti met her on the other side and his look of surprise quickly evolved to a smirk.

"Hello, Miss Pierce. I guess I was expecting you. I was just going to grab a coffee. Shall I bring you back some water? You look a bit breathless, glistening even."

Chloe could feel the heat of a blush creeping up her neck, making it difficult to answer. "Yes ... please ... Sir."

A twinkle in his eye joined the smirk, "Righto, I'll be right back. Have a seat while you wait."

She didn't need encouragement to hide. Chloe stepped right into his office, her body pressing against his for an instant as they passed each other. She didn't meet his lingering gaze and jumped when the door snapped shut behind her. Without thinking, Chloe fell into one of the musty, upholstered chairs opposite the professor's. As the minutes ticked by, she found several curiosities around the room but didn't dare move for a closer look. Professor Angotti had told her to sit and she felt an paralyzing need to obey. 

On the tenth minute, the door creaked open and Chloe felt her stomach flip. 

"Well, Miss Pierce, drink up." The professor set a frosty bottle of water on the desk in front of her. She didn't move to open it. He set down his cup of coffee and waited, standing over her and watching. Chloe sat, not sure what Professor Angotti expected. She looked back at him, also waiting. Without breaking his gaze, the professor picked the bottle back up and opened the top. He held the cold beverage out to Chloe. "Drink." 

Chloe knew it to be a command rather than a suggestion. She snatched the water up, took a big gulp and waited with bottle in hand. He took it from her and set it back down on the desk, still open. Remaining still, Chloe's eyes followed Professor Angotti as he settled into his worn leather chair. There they both sat, studying each other. Chloe felt her heart pounding, but didn't feel awkward meeting the Professor's scrutiny. It was more not knowing what to do next. She felt she should wait, and so she did.  

The Professor regarded her, eyes boring through Chloe's body. His head tilted this way and that. He then reached into his desk drawer and pulled out her class journal. Opening to the first page, he said, "I found your entries to be quite ... interesting, Miss Pierce."

"Interesting?" Chloe said with an inhale.

"Yes, it appears you find my methods 'barbaric.'"

Holding her breath, Chloe said nothing.

"At least, that description was in your first entry. The next few that follow are even more zealous. I must say you are a studious one. Never missing an entry for each class, except for the one from which you ran."

Chloe went pale. She had forgotten how cutting her first entries were. Shifting in her chair and breaking eye contact with the professor, Chloe gulped visibly. 

Professor Angotti also changed his position and smirked as she looked away. "Now, now, Miss Pierce. No need to worry. Don't think you're the first to write scathing reviews of my methods. My proverbial skin is quite thick." Pausing, he took a sip of his coffee. "I suppose I even welcome the critique. It's also been my experience that those with the most intense reactions to my class learn the most by the end."

She looked up at his last sentence. "Learn the most?" She said, finding her voice. 

"Indeed. Strong reactions spark from somewhere. So often, it's the awakening of desire with one is not yet familiar. Have another drink, Miss Pierce." Chloe reflexively lifted the bottle to her lips and drank, placing it back down on the desk when finished. "I must ask, what do you think of Rae?" Professor Angotti asked. "What do you think of her role? By all means, be candid."

"Well ... I guess I thought, um." Chloe faltered. 

"Your initial impression?" 

Taking a deep breath, Chloe said, "I couldn't believe she'd degrade herself that way. I wondered what her parents would think, Sir."

"Ah. I find that most interesting." 

Chloe cocked her head to one side, looking incredulous. "What's interesting, Professor?"

Amused, he continued. "That you immediately thought of parental influence and disapproval. You didn't think of how she felt. You thought of how she was disappointing someone. What do you think of that?"

"I'm not sure what you mean. I guess I was thinking more that people do stuff like that when they can get away with it." Chloe coughed and then added, "She did it in front of everyone, Professor."

"What would you say if I told you it made her happy?" Professor Angotti asked.

"I guess I would say that she was messed up. Maybe she has a bad past, Sir."

He chuckled and said, "Rae Hasley comes from an old, wealthy New England family. She wants for nothing and was—is—well loved. She'll be the first to tell you how well she grew up."

Chloe thought for a moment before answering. "Then she's easily controlled. Maybe she over-seeks approval from guys, Professor. My mom warned me of where that leads too."

Sighing, Professor Angotti replied, "Your water's getting warm, you better finish it." 

Swilling down the rest of the water, Chloe returned the empty bottle to the desk. He watched her finish before elaborating. "I'm sure both your mother and father said many things to you. Their opinions are expressed quite visibly in your journal. I'd like to hear your impression and yours alone of where the over-seeking of male approval leads."

"It's the type of girls who do anything to get a guy's attention. Like their entire world only has meaning if a guy's absorbed in them, Sir." 

"What if I told you she only dated women before becoming my TA?"

Chloe furrowed her eyebrows and looked about the room. She fidgeted with her hands and opened her mouth a few times to answer, but no sound came out. She simply shrugged a reply. 

"How do you think Rae's overt need to please differs from your own? Every action and thought you spring forth seems born of your parentage. You conduct yourself in such a way as to suggest that any deed done outside what your parents deem moral will somehow bring about the apocalypse. You live simply to please them. Why do you think that is?"

Crossing her arms, Chloe forced a stomach lurch back down. She tried to control the onslaught of thoughts. He's manipulating me. They'd never make me do what Rae did. "It's different, they're my parents."

"Yes, they are your parents. But we mammals imprint much of our behavior onto our young, Miss Pierce. This doesn't exclude sexual attitudes."

She froze. 'Did I just say that out loud? Oh my god.' Chloe tried to recover. "So ... sorry, Sir. I mean to say that it's normal for me to want to please my parents. They raised me."

The Professor threw back the rest of his coffee, cleared his throat, and said, "Yes, it is normal. How old are you, Miss Pierce?"

"Um, I just turned twenty-one, Sir."

"Well, Miss Pierce, now is the time young adults generally assert their dominance over their own lives. Personality types really begin to show. I'm implying that submissive tendencies are personality based. It doesn't really matter to whom one is submissive." Professor Angotti said. Before Chloe could digest this statement, he stood up from his chair. "Miss Pierce, I must ask. What your plans are for the evening?"

"Sir?"

"In all sincerity, Miss Pierce. I'm asking if you're free for the night?"

Chloe didn't know what to do. Her panic must have shown on her face. The professor stepped towards where she sat and Chloe shrank down. No longer smiling, he leaned against his desk and continued to watch. He stood so close, she caught his scent. Taking in the stylish stubble shadowing the lower half of his face, Chloe couldn't help but notice his flawless olive skin and wondered what it would be like to touch. She peered up at him, not answering. 

"Miss Pierce?"

"Oh, um. Well, my roommate is waiting for me."

The smirk returning to his face, Professor Angotti said, "I understand. I suppose I feel it is my obligation to offer clarity on a subject I feel you don't fully understand. As evidenced by your journal entries and what you've said today. I also want to be clear. I am not forcing you to perform any task. Not to join me and not to participate in anything you see. If you get too uncomfortable, you are free to leave and it will not affect your grade. Although, as I've said before, pushing comfort boundaries is the only way to truly learn. If you join me, I will consider your makeup work fulfilled."

Chloe considered the offer for moment. 'All I have to do is go somewhere with him and I can leave whenever I want? That's so much easier than what Tyler had to do.'

The Professor walked back to his chair. "Well, if your roommate is waiting, I don't want to keep you." He lifted up Chloe's journal and held it out for her. "See you next class, Miss Pierce." 

Chloe jumped up and said, a little too loudly, "Wait! I want to go with you, Sir." Crimson touched her cheeks. "I mean, I'd like to join you for the evening, Professor." She took the journal and returned it to her bag. 

Professor Angotti smiled a genuine smile, almost shy. "I am honored to have you accompany me, Miss Pierce." He looked down at his watch. "Ah, five o'clock. We don't have much time. I'm afraid our destination this evening has a strict dress code. We'll have to leave now to get you ready." 

"Get me ready, Sir?"

"Where I'm taking you is rather exclusive. In fact, you'll have to consider this an extension to the class and the non-disclosure agreement will apply. What do you Americans say? A field trip? I'm taking you on a field trip, Miss Pierce." He smiled playfully at her. Chloe smiled back. 

She spoke up, "So, it's a private place? I have to dress a certain way to be let in?"

He chuckled a little and said, "That's correct. Although, I have a feeling you'll be rather overdressed. You'll see what I mean. But cocktail wear is considered the bare minimum. I find most starving college students lack the funds for appropriate attire. Let's go."

Chloe's hesitation didn't escape his notice. "Go ahead, Miss Pierce, let your roommate know that you're with me. I'll have you returned to her in one piece." A wink joined his playful smile. 

Professor led her out the office by the small of her back. Chloe offered no further resistance as the door shut behind them.

. . .

Walking side by side, neither the professor nor Chloe said a word until they reached the parking lot. He pulled out a keyring and lights flashed out from a black Tesla. 

"Oh! You have a model S? I didn't know they were out yet, Professor." Chloe exclaimed. 

Eyebrows raised, Professor Angotti replied, "I'm impressed you know what a Tesla looks like. They aren't that common."

Looking sheepish, Chloe elaborated as they entered the car, the professor opening and closing the passenger door for her. "Oh, well, I had an old boyfriend that never stopped talking about them. He said they were part of the liberal agenda to ruin the country. He thinks climate change is all propaganda. He worked for Chrysler before volunteering in Central America. Companies like Tesla threatened his job, Professor." 

"Sounds like an incorrigible young man." He pulled the car out of the parking lot and they continued off campus. "No wonder he's an old boyfriend."

Chloe laughed easily. "He's the reason I transferred here. Once I was away from him, it was like a breath of fresh air. When I was finally alone, I realized I liked the idea of Tesla. There's nothing wrong with alternative energy. It's smart, Sir." 

"Something tells me you're intelligent, Miss Pierce. Changing universities was an eloquate declaration of your independence. I'd venture it was a move to gently break the news of your breakup to your parents. I'd venture further that they approved greatly of this old boyfriend."

"What makes you say that, Sir?"

"Because you ran away to another state and not back to them. That's a daring move for a person who wants so much to please their parents."

Chloe stayed silent. She had never thought of it that way. She felt only that she needed room to breathe. Cliff suffocated her with his blustering dominance and she had no outlet. Her reverie was interrupted as the car slowed to a stop in front of an empty building.

It looked like any other restaurant. A nice restaurant for sure, but nothing special. Chloe look at Professor Angotti inquisitively. Playful smile returned, he opened his door to get out. "Come on, Miss Pierce. I hope you're feeling adventurous." He walked around to open her door.

Exiting the car, Chloe realized she did feel excited. She'd never done anything like this before and felt almost comfortable with Professor Angotti, especially with his easy display of manners. She hadn't expected him to be so courteous. Chloe thought nothing as she followed him to a back entrance. She stopped at the door.

"Um, Professor? I'm not dressed."

"Have no fear, Miss Pierce. This door leads to a private study I own within the club. There's someone to assist in dressing you. Ready?"

Chloe gulped but nodded her response. Professor Angotti opened the door and they walk into a pitch black hallway. She had to swallow a gasp when he reached out to guide her by the arm. Electricity coursed up Chloe's arm from where he held her and she followed listlessly. Her hand popped up to shield her eyes as they entered a lit room. Taking a minute to adjust to the change, Chloe was struck by the elegance laid out before her. Royal blue and gold covered the room in seductive comfort. Rich material fell from the ceiling and draped to the floor, framing a king-sized bed and a chaise lounge at the center of the room. She noticed Rae last. 




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At first, she felt angry that Rae was here. Chloe did not like another woman being there. She then rationalized that that was ridiculous and breathed out her frustration. Although, Chloe was surprised to find Rae in her slave garb and position, even though she'd never seen the woman clothed in any other way. Professor Angotti took control of the room.

"Slave Rae, this is Chloe Pierce. You will address her as "Miss Pierce"." He turned to Chloe. "When Rae is in her slave role, you must refer to her as "Slave Rae". You will see others dress similarly to her. You will also precede the name they give you with "Slave". There are other rules and Slave Rae will explain as she prepares you for the night." He turned to leave.

Chloe felt a burst of panic, "You're leaving?!"

Professor Angotti turned back, smirking. "Yes, Miss Pierce. I'm sure you ladies will appreciate privacy while you undress." He turned to Rae. "Slave Rae, you will only dress her. There will be no playing. She is only here to observe this life and we will respect her reservations. You may answer any questions Miss Pierce has." 

Without looking up, Rae said, "Yes, Sir." She didn't rise from her kneeling position until the professor left the room. 

Chloe felt nervous when the beautiful, nearly naked woman met her gaze. Tonight, Rae was wearing an emerald green corset with matching stilettos. The studded collar was in place, but she wasn't wearing the usual nipple clamps or the skirt. Chloe couldn't tell whether or not the buttplug was in place, but she had a feeling it was. 

"We had better begin, Miss Pierce. Master doesn't like to be kept waiting." 

"Oh, uh ... right. What do we do?" It was strange to Chloe to be personally addressed by the woman. 

"We must dress you, Miss Pierce. The theme tonight is emerald green as you can see."

"Everyone will be dressed the same?" 

Rae giggled, "No, Miss Pierce. The slaves will all be collared with adornments to match the color theme. The Masters will be wearing black with emerald green accents, such as a tie or shoes. The Mistresses may have emerald jewelry. Guests generally wear dresses or a button up shirt to match the color theme. You will also wear a white pearl and lace necklace to indicate your guest status. White for virgin, Miss Pierce." She grinned at the last sentence. 

Chloe followed Rae to the back of the room without thinking. Rae opened a door to a hidden closet and Chloe's jaw dropped when the slave pulled out a long silk dress and laid it out over the decadent bed. Chloe felt she had entered an alternate universe and jumped as Rae made to lift up her blouse. 

"Uh, wait! Thanks, but I can do that."

Rae stepped back, "As you wish, Miss Pierce." 

Chloe turned her back to Rae and undressed down to her bra and underwear. She moved to pick up the dress, but the Slave stopped her and said, "Miss Pierce, this dress was made to be worn alone. You must remove everything if you want it to look right. I will turn around if it is your preference." 

Sighing, Chloe gave in. "Ok, Rae ... Slave Rae, I mean. Please turn around." She looked to make sure Rae did as she asked and took off the rest of her belongings. Lifting the dress, Chloe tried sliding it over her head and found she couldn't pull it down or up.

"Um, Slave Rae. I think I'm stuck. Can you help me."

"As you wish, Miss Pierce."

Chloe heard only the rustling of the material as Rae unzipped an inconspicuous side zipper. Chills rippled through Chloe as the dress slid down her body. She blushed as her nipples visibly hardened. Rae made no indication that she had noticed. The slave went about fixing the gown to Chloe's form. Hair and makeup came next, of which Rae performed with equal dexterity. 

Chloe said nothing throughout the rest of the process. She enjoyed Rae's soft touches and expert handling. She felt genuinely relaxed when the slave announced they were finished. Rae gestured Chloe towards a mirror and Chloe's hands went to her mouth when she saw her own reflection. She looked stunning. That's all she could think. Her hair rested in an elegant side bun at the base of her neck and light makeup accentuated her face. The silk, green dress hugged her body like a second skin. She turned side to side, taking note of the deep plunge in the back and the high neckline. The reason for no underwear became clear. The dress revealed much of Chloe, opening all the way to the small of her back. Chloe couldn't believe she was where she was and wearing what she was wearing. 'Licia would be so jealous.' 

Rae came up behind Chloe and fixed the pearl and lace jewelry tightly around her neck. Goosebumps rose from the bare skin on Chloe's back as Rae's long fingers brushed the enticing flesh after finishing with the necklace. The student couldn't help but take note of the lingering touch, but didn't move to separate herself from the slave. 

A double knock at the door pulled Chloe back to the present. Breaking contact and eyes back to looking downwards, Rae hurried to open the door. Professor Angotti stepped through and halted at the sight of his student. Chloe didn't think the professor could look even more attractive. He stood before her in a fitted tux with a emerald bowtie, hair slicked to the side and only a bit less messy than usual. The professor looked rugged and elegant all at once. The student felt as if she were entering a dream by taking Professor Angotti's outstretched hand and following him through an ornate door, taking care not to trip on the green silk pooling around her ankles. 

. . .

The dream continued as the professor led Chloe by the hand and into a large, dimly lit room. They paused to take in the scene and Chloe realized Rae had been following close behind as she hurried to prepare a seating area nearby. Eyes straying from Rae, Chloe surveyed her surroundings. Dome-shaped and round, a series of black velvet benches and chaise lounges formed a circle around a slightly raised, square platform in the center of the room. Chloe figured they were meant to witness a show or a dance maybe, given the atmosphere of the club. She continued to browse even as the professor pulled her gently to their designated seats. 

Reclining back on a chaise lounge, Professor Angotti indicated for Chloe to sit beside him on an adjoining chair. The student did as she was told and found herself seated rather close to the professor. She could feel his breath on the side of her neck as he spoke, in a low voice, right into her ear. "Miss Pierce, relax as much as you can and observe. I'll be curious as to your insights after this field trip. Also, by all means, let me know if you grow too uncomfortable. We will leave at your word."

Chloe nodded that she understood, distracted by Rae moving to kneel in front of them. Rae worked herself into her slave position, back towards Chloe and the professor. The student smirked when she saw her suspicions confirmed—Rae was wearing a plug. A wall of dark skin pulled Chloe's attention upward to find a nearly naked man towering over her with a tray of drinks in hand.

Professor Angotti cleared his throat, his breath on Chloe's neck again as he spoke. "Miss Pierce, this is Slave Kashi. He belongs to Mistress Cansu over in the corner there." He tilted his head, indicating a very tall woman with pale skin and dark features standing in the doorway across from them. The woman's striking emerald necklace gleamed in the dim light. 

"Miss?"

Chloe looked up again at the sinuous slave. He tilted the tray towards her. "Would you care for some wine, Miss?"

The student looked over her shoulder, face inches away from the professor's. Stomach fluttering, Chloe asked, "Am I allowed to drink, Professor?"

"You are twenty-one years old, Miss Pierce. You may legally do as you please. Although, know that I am not purchasing you any alcohol. New guests simply drink free of charge. I also suggest limiting your intake as I hope to gather clear and sober opinions from you later."

Smiling, Chloe reached for a glass of white wine. Taking her first sip, she looked towards the gathering crowd. The sweet liquid warmed Chloe and she relaxed further into her chair. She didn't pull away after realizing her shoulder rested against the professor's. The light pressure was comfortable, familiar almost, in this crowd of strangers. An array of scantily-clad slaves in emerald scurried about the room, making their masters and mistresses comfortable before kneeling to a slave position. Chloe was struck by the absence of any cruelty. Rather, the slaves appeared to be treated with loving affection for their carefully carried out deeds. 

Gulping down the rest of her drink, Chloe was surprised to find it quickly replaced by the same dark-skinned Kashi. Chloe felt Professor Angotti's breath on her neck before he whispered a reminder. "Remember, Miss Pierce, sober and clear." Nodding, Chloe held the glass without raising it to her lips. A door shut and a murmur broke out. Soft music, that she hadn't noticed playing, stopped suddenly, bringing the room to a halting silence. 

A bottle blonde accompanied by two male slaves on either side of her, walked into the room. Blindfolded, her creamy skin held a striking contrast to the tall, tanned males leading her to the raised platform. She slowed as her heeled foot felt for the step before being boasted up by her escorts. Arms at her side and breasts pushed out at attention, she stood on display. She was dressed in typical slave wear accept, in place of the studded collar, a black lace choker wrapped around her neck with a large teardrop ruby dangling between her small breasts. The two males, remained close on either side of the platform. 

Mistress Cansu moved from her corner to examine the displayed girl. Chloe saw that the woman wore very high heels, making her tower over most the standing men in the room. The shoes tapped as she circled the platform. The girl's breathing quickened with the Mistress' steps, but she waited silently. Stopping in front of the girl, Mistress Cansu stretched out an elegant hand and gently cupped her small, exposed breast. The girl gasped as the woman's thumb flicked a pink nipple until it hardened. She offered no resistance as the Mistress moved to her other nipple and addressed the crowd. 

"My dear friends, I appreciate your presence for this evening's event. May I present, Allena, my best kept secret for the last few months. I kept her hidden by abiding a new training regimen which involves isolation to encourage a fiercer devotion. Tonight, our little community will witness the results." Mistress Cansu spoke with an accent Chloe couldn't place.

The Mistress stepped closer to Allena, caressing her down to her inner thighs. She continued in her husky voice. "All the legal whatnot finished with, she is presented to you for her final initiation." The woman's hand moved in-between Allena's legs and the girl's hips popped forward. 

Chloe flushed realizing the girl was being fingered right there in front of everyone! She took a big gulp of her wine, unable to look away. When the professor spoke up, she felt the vibration of his deep voice. "Surprised, Miss Pierce?" 

"Uh, not exactly." Chloe took another sip. "I'm not sure what I expected, Sir. Not this, I guess."

He chuckled. "I'm glad this evening is providing you with an additional learning experience. Mistress Cansu is simply preparing Slave Allena for her official ceremony to join our small community. I promise this young woman has consented to everything that is about to happen. We have strict contracts and each individual goes through a trial process to ensure this is what they want. They are not forced. Lay back, relax, and try to analyze reactions without fearing she's in distress." 

Chloe did as she was told and took another gulp of wine, turning her focus back to the women at the center of the room. Without music or the hum of conversation, it was easy to hear Allena's wetness. Mistress Cansu pace never increased, obviously withholding release. Voice level, she allowed Allena to writhe as she addressed the room again. "Upon Slave Allena's initial interview, she expressed a preference for male attention. She was looking to further her knowledge of her own sensuality and felt a woman could provide the best lesson." A sly smile twitched at the corner of Mistress Cansu's mouth. "Slave Allena now has a taste for women and responds profoundly to either sex." 

Glancing at each of Allena's muscled escorts, the tall woman never once stopped her elicit ministrations. "After much discussion, this slave has decided to be marked with nipple piercings. I find this quite exciting, she is a pierced virgin. Her parental background dissuaded all forms of body manipulations. I received her much unmarked." Allena's knees buckled. The escorts moved in to hold her up. The mistress didn't miss a beat. "I believe she's ready. Sloan!"

A slip of a thing walked from a darkened corridor. She stood out amongst the crowd dressed in skintight, white clothing. Her many piercings shining in the dim light. The lithe woman known as Sloan carried with her a dark red chest. Dropping it right in front of Allena, she knelt down, opened the chest and gathered her supplies. Mistress Cansu's hand remained between Allena's legs.

"For any guests new to our little club, Sloan acts as our distinguished piercing artist. We employ her exclusively and have had her well-trained as a result." Mistress Cansu paused for a brief moment to move behind Allena, hand back to manipulating the girl's very wet sex and allowing room for Sloan's preparation of the needles. "After the first three weeks of training our little Allena to climax easily, we moved on to teaching her to cum with the presence of pain." 

Allena began to moan loudly when Sloan attached nipple clamps to each nipple. The escorts now acting as girl's sole support, Allena seemed to notice nothing else. Her head hung back into Mistress Cansu and her relentless fingering, knees weak and feet dangling. The shine of perspiration clung to Allena and heavy breathing accompanied her moans. 

The tall Mistress wore a small smile as Sloan sterilized two delicate piercing hoops. "I wasn't able to resist the sealed hoops. I'm sure all the other Mistresses and Masters will understand the allure. So many possibilities they offer over the studs." Mistress Cansu ran her free hand up Allena's side in a caress, bringing about more shivers. "I didn't give her the choice over the type of jewelry. Allena gave no protest. Very, very well-trained." 

Chloe finished the last sip of her wine just as Sloan lifted up the piercing needle. She moved to the edge of her seat, trying to ignore her now moist inner thighs. The nipple clamps provided an enlarged piece of pink flesh for Sloan to carry out her job. Abruptly, metal shone on either side of the swollen nipple, drawing a sharp gasp and then a screaming climax from Allena. Mistress Cansu's pace had hastened and yet she did not quit. Allena was convulsing between the muscled escorts, seemingly lost between the rapid finger-fucking and piercing. 

Never looking away, Chloe's eyes drew back to Sloan's task. The woman in white was pushing the hoop through the freshly made hole and a rivulet of deep-red traveled down the front of Allena. Chloe immediately felt light-headed, all her muscles slackened and the scene before her went black.