Melinda Matson - A seductive student

Once the initial step had been taken, it was much easier to forge ahead. "I won't do it," he said, through clenched teeth. "I won't."

Dr. Blensch pushed her glasses down her small nose and peered at him over them. For a moment, she seemed at a loss for words. It'd been a long, long time since she'd had to use any kind of threat to get what she wanted from him. The idea that the worm would suddenly turn infuriated her no end. "You'll do it or else," she snapped, tossing the panties into his face.

The scent of her pussy clung to his face after the bikinis slipped to the floor. He swallowed hard, fighting the conditioned reflex. "I'm not going to make it with you again," he said. "I'm through being used that way."

"Really, now?" she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Are you giving up your assistantship, then? Are you going to forget about ever getting your Ph.D.? Because that's what it will mean, as you well know."

"I just want to complete my thesis and get the hell out, that's all," he said, shakily.

She laughed at him. "As you will recall, you and I made an arrangement way back when," she said. "You were to provide certain services to me in exchange for my assuring you of a top notch post doctorate position. You do recall, don't you?"

He glowered at her.

"Of course, you do," she said. "And if you don't get down there on your hands and knees and chew those panties this instant, I will consider that you have reneged on our deal. You will be up the creek without a paddle."

"I didn't agree to be your Goddam slave!" he said.

Dr. Blensch frowned at him. "You've never shown this kind of reticence before, Paul," she said. "Certainly not over something as inconsequential as a little panty nibbling. Lately, though, I have noticed a trend in your behavior, a trend towards your not giving me your all. Suddenly my pussy's not good enough for you, is that it?"

"As they say," he growled, "familiarity breeds contempt."

She tapped the point of her chin with her index finger. "Funny, how your change of heart happened at about the same time you let that slut move in," she said.

"She's no slut!" he snapped indignantly.

Dr. Blensch raised her eyebrows. "My, my, a bit touchy on the subject, aren't we? I thought you said there was nothing between the two of you?"

"There wasn't, not really, not at first," he told her, "but now there is."

"I see. So, now you expect to be allowed to save all your love for her, to continue as my assistant without paying the piper for the privilege?"

"I shouldn't have to pay anyone anything," he said, sourly. "Yes, Paul, and lollipops should grow on trees," she said. She glared at him. "Grow up! Nothing is for free. Do you think that your slut isn't putting out to Bertrand for the privilege of working under him."

Paul felt his face flush in anger.

"That's right!" she raved on. "Putting out to him! When they're going at it, you can hear her squealing halfway down the corridor. Everybody knows she's nothing but a whore."

"Just like me, huh?" he asked.

She smiled wickedly at him. "Please pick up my panties, darling," she said. "Pull them on over your head the way I like. Do that and we'll forget about all of this."

"You don't understand," he told her flatly, "it's all over between us, no more fun and games. I love Joselyn and she loves me. It doesn't matter what you threaten to do to me, what Velasquez threatens to do to her, we aren't going to go along with it anymore."

"Velasquez?" Dr. Blensch said. "What has he got to do with her?"

Paul blundered ahead, his anger overpowering his common sense. "That's just another of the permutations of the games you professors play with your assistants," he said. "It's called 'Get an Expendable Lackey to Stab Your Colleague in the Back'."

"I don't understand," she said.

"It's simple. Joselyn isn't really working for Bertrand. She's working against him, for Velasquez. Dr. V. wants to discredit Dr. B. because of some petty grievance and he's using her to get inside information, to sabotage Bertrand's work."

"From what I've heard through the keyhole, your Joselyn certainly enjoys 'working against' Dr. Bertrand," the professor said.

"It's all an act," Paul said. "And the act is over. Neither of us is going to…"

"Shut up!" she snarled, cutting him off completely. "Now, you listen to me. I can ruin your career so fast it would make your head spin. And I mean ruin. You wouldn't be able to get a job mixing laundry soap. If what you've told me about your little slut is true, she's on even more shaky ground than you are. In order for her to consent to such a dangerous game, she must want success very badly, perhaps even more badly than you. I wonder if you've really asked her if she's willing to throw her career away for you? Have you? Well?"

Paul opened his mouth, then dosed it. She could read the answer in his eyes.

"I thought not! Why not?! Because you're afraid of what she might say?"

Paul tried to gulp down the lump in his throat. She was right, of course. He hadn't mentioned anything about this confrontation with Dr. Blensch to Joselyn. He'd told himself that he wanted to wipe the slate clean, to show her that it could be done before he asked her to do the same, but he'd been kidding himself. The reason he hadn't brought the subject up with his lover was he was afraid that she wouldn't want to go along. It was the same reason that he hadn't mentioned anything to her about the words she'd cried out when she was caught up in the throes of orgasm… he was afraid of a clarification on her part, afraid that he'd somehow mis-read her entirely, that Joselyn was not capable of loving him or anyone, that she was really the beautiful, but twisted girl she seemed to be and nothing more.

"Down, Paul!" Dr. Blensch ordered, pointing an imperious, finger at, the wadded up ball of panties at his feet.

He looked at her curiously, as if seeing her for the first time in a long while. His initial refusal had broken the spell she held over him. Her commands only had the power he allowed them to have. Dr. Blensch was a highly attractive woman, of that there could be no doubt, but there was a shrill edge to her voice, a touch of panic that made her seem older, more haggard, less appealing.

"No," he said, marveling at how easy it was. "No, I won't. No matter what happens, I won't ever do that again!"

"No, Paul! Paul wait!" Dr. Blensch said. However, the young man was already out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

It took a full minute for the professor to get hold of herself. The thought of losing Paul to a younger woman was too, too horrible to consider. She would not, could not allow such a thing to happen. As her nerves started to quiet down, her highly trained scientific brain began to work, attacking the problem with logical precision. If Paul's defection was dependent on a similar defection by his girlfriend, a reasonable assumption considering the young man in question, the solution was childishly simple. Dr. Blensch smiled. All she had to do was make sure that it was impossible for the girl to follow Paul's lead, thus disproving her love for him and proving all the vile things that the professor had said about her.

Dr. Blensch bent down and picked up her panties, not putting them on, but bouncing them in the palm of her hand. She would take Paul back, of course, but first she would make him pay… dearly.

"Are you sure no one saw you come in?" Dr. Velasquez said to Joselyn, his tone implying that she was basically incompetent.

"No one saw me," she said, miserably. She hadn't expected to be so wounded by an offhand remark of his; she hadn't been fully aware of how desperately she wanted to please him. She had actually hoped that her attraction to the swarthy man might be fading, especially in light of the super sex she'd had with Paul. The professor dashed her rather pathetic hope at once.