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First Published: 25 November 2016

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Counsellor part 2
by Isabella

Story Code: M+/F, M/F, Masturbation, Drugs, N/C, Rape, Rom

I'd finished filing all of the historic files from five counsellors who had traditionally kept their own filing system spread out on the floor around their desks in the main office. I had to work faster than planned because Elizabeth's files suddenly became the centre of a police investigation into a group of rapists who had been plaguing one of the university's halls of residence for seven years. I had to take on a dual role because Elizabeth was scouring the country looking for ex-students of the university to break the bad news that they had been drugged and then raped by the gang so I had to listen to the problems of the female students.

It had seemed to me a little unfair that the men had four counsellors to look after them while the women only had one, that was until I sat on the stage with John Bentham and listened to a lecture by the university's Dean of Women and it all became clear. The university was over two hundred years old; it had been an all male university until ten years earlier when they gave the university a new name and opened the doors to women as well as men. In the early years there was just a trickle of female students applying to join the university. The lecture was basically the dangers of young women away from home for the first time.

The auditorium had six hundred seats divided into three equal parts, the Dean was a dour woman, there wasn't an ounce of humour about her, about a half way through the lecture the dean asked the women on the right to stand up and look to the left, then she asked the women on the left to stand up and look to the right.

"Ladies, if this year runs the same course as the previous ten years, you are looking at the number of ladies that will not be here this time next year. Your male counterparts will reduce by five percent per year due to accidents or their inability to keep up with their studies, you will reduce by one third in the first year due in the main to pregnancy. Even in years two and three you will reduce in number by fifteen percent a year."

The women were invited to sit down and a few members of the audience asked questions, the main theme was, 'Why doesn't the university provide crèche facilities so the women who fall pregnant could continue with their studies.' The Dean stopped in her tracks for a moment.

"Based on ten years worth of experience and factoring in that this year our uptake is six times higher than last year, I'd have to set up provision for around three hundred and ten children, a newborn baby costs on average five hundred pounds a week in a crèche, I'd be looking at a bill of over a half a million pounds over the three years, This university just can't afford that kind of expenditure."

I sat there and pondered the economics, okay, I was exactly the same age as most of the women in the audience, I was no expert but it seemed to me that if one hundred and eighty women dropped out of university by the end of their first year, the university would either lose one point six million pounds in fees or find another one hundred and eighty students to replace those women that left before the second year.

On the Thursday of my second week at the university I was out running the fifteen hundred meter jogging track at lunch time, I wasn't running for speed, just jogging at a comfortable pace, as I passed the English block I spotted a young woman coming down the steps from the main entrance which drew my attention because students usually came and went by the three other entrances because they were closer to the lecture theatres and working areas. Another reason I looked at the woman was because she looked shell-shocked, well, to be honest, she looked like she was spaced out on drugs or something.

I shook off my natural curiosity and continued on my way around the path, fifteen minutes later I was back in front of the English block again, this time the woman was sitting on a bench to the right of the steps. This time she looked less like she was under the influence of drugs and more like she had been crying. I had planned on doing a third circuit around the path which would have made it four and a half kilometres in an hour which would have been a good workout but I'd only done a little more than three kilometres when I flopped down on the bench at the side of the woman.

"Hi, are you okay?"

She sniffed back a tear, "I'm okay!"

"You don't look okay to me. Can I get you a coffee or something?"

"Thanks for the offer but I'm not...looking for...look, I'm straight!"

"That's okay, I'm straight too but I'm paid to listen to people's problems and try to help wherever I can!"

She looked me over, I must have looked a sight, it was mid August, I was hot and sweaty, I was wearing a university running top that was barely more than a sport-bra in the universities colours with their initials printed above my left breast and a pair of running knickers that were smaller than a man's Speedo trunks. I was hardly the vision of someone that the university would pay to listen to other people's problems.

"If you don't want to talk to me about what's upsetting you, at least let me make you a cup of coffee, it's better than you can get out of one of those vending machines."

She looked at her watch, "I don't have anything better to do in the next hour before my lecture on sixteenth century poetry!"

I stood up and gestured with my head for her to follow me and I walked towards the administration block with her following a step behind me. On our walk to the admin block she told me that her name was Kelly Walker and that she was a second year English student.

When we reached my office she stopped at the outer door and did a double take at the name painted on the frosted glass panel set in the top half of the door, 'Student Counselling Service' I opened the door but Kelly wouldn't go through ahead of me, I had to go in first and she reluctantly followed me.

John Bentham was the only one in the office; he was eating his lunch, reading his newspaper and keeping an ear out for the telephones. He looked up as I walked in and looked a little put-out at the way I was dressed, I grimaced in his direction and mouthed an apology to him for the way I was dressed. I took Kelly through into Elizabeth's interview room and invited her to sit on the couch while I made her a coffee.

As soon as I closed the door to Elizabeth's interview room John stood up, Sarah, are we so short of work that you drag reluctant students in off the street?"

"There's something wrong and she doesn't want to talk about it to anyone, especially not a stranger, I'm going to make her a coffee and see if she'll open up to me, you want one too?"

John smiled at me and nodded his head. I made three cups of coffee; I left Kelly's coffee black and unsweetened so she could help herself. I piled the three cups onto a tray, a small jug of milk, a bowl with sachets of sugar, a spoon and a plate of mixed biscuits. I dropped John's coffee off at his desk first; he stole three biscuits off of the plate before I could get away from him.

I sat and sipped at my coffee watching Kelly put milk and sugar into her cup of coffee, I sat in silence, just looking into her eyes. Kelly sipped her coffee in the awkward silence. She was the first to break, "Nice coffee!"

"It's IKIA coffee!"

Kelly looked confused, "The nearest IKIA is thirty miles away."

"I delivered the component parts in a flat pack and let you put it together yourself!"

The confused look on Kelly's face deepened as she processed what I'd said, she groaned and then laughed and settled down into her seat. I put my cup down, "Well, it's up to you Kelly, you can tell me what's bothering you or we could talk about your holiday!"

Kelly's face changed, she suddenly looked serious, "I got back to university late, I should have arrived on Monday but I'd managed to get six weeks work over the summer holidays, I was working in a Spanish hotel, looking after the young kids club in the day and entertaining the older kids at night. The hotel allowed us to keep our room for an extra two weeks when the schools went back and they didn't need children's entertainers anymore and our flights were provided by the tour company so apart from drinks we had a totally free holiday."

Kelly took another sip from her coffee and looked into my eyes the way I'd been doing to her, "I got back to the UK on Wednesday and came up to university late on Wednesday night. I found a note in my pigeonhole from my professor telling me that he wanted to see me today in his study at twelve o'clock."

Kelly took another sip of her coffee but I got the feeling that she was just using her cup to hide her embarrassment a little.

"And something your professor said upset you?"

Kelly blushed a little, "Yes! Believe me, I've not been messing about, I worked hard all last year, I wasn't into partying or boys, I did my very best but..."

Kelly took another sip of her coffee, "...I knew that I was struggling, my end of semester exam results were...well...not great but I did get two passes. Professor Maxwell had the results from my end of year exam, he told me that I'd only earned a thirty-five, I can retake the exam in a week's time but he asked me if I thought that I could get a better score in a week's time and if I'm honest, after almost ten weeks away from my books I doubt that I could even do as badly as I did last time!"

"So, what has he offered you in the way of help?"

Kelly's face turned a bright red now, she almost whispered, "He's offered me a way of not having to re-sit the exam..."

Kelly fought back a sob and looked down into her coffee cup.

"And how can you get a passing grade without re-sitting the end of year exam?"

Kelly looked back into my eyes again, "Professor Maxwell is having a poker game at his house tomorrow evening, if I play hostess at his party in my new Kids Club uniform tomorrow night he'll change my thirty-four percent into a forty-four percent."

I raised my eyebrows involuntarily, John had impressed in me over and over again to listen impassively, make no comment with my mouth or body so I tried to fight the look of surprise on my face, "Kids Club uniform, is that shorts and t-shirt?"

"The proper Kids Club uniform is, the shorts are white, the t-shirt is white with a Kids Club transfer on the back but that isn't what Professor Maxwell meant..."

Kelly had taken her mobile phone out of her bag and was fiddling with it.

"...he said the 'NEW' Kids Club uniform!"

Kelly passed her mobile phone over to me, it was her facebook account, the picture she was showing me was of her wearing an extremely skimpy bikini, one of her friends had published the picture, the literal at the bottom said, 'Your friend Mary tagged you in this photograph!' Mary had entitled the picture 'The new Kids Club uniform!'

"I don't even own a bikini, Mary talked me into trying her bikini on in our hotel room and she took my picture without telling me. Professor Maxwell saw it on my facebook page, he had it up on his PC screen while I was in his office so that I was in no doubt what he meant by the 'New' uniform."

"What did you say?"

"What could I say, what would you say? I told him that I'd have to think about it but there would be a problem because I didn't actually own the uniform, I explained that the real uniforms had to be handed back and the 'New' uniform belonged to my friend Mary. He told me that he would sort something out for me to wear if I agreed to do it. But that isn't the worst thing..."

Kelly finished her coffee off and placed her cup back on the tray.

"I'd ignored her question about what I would do in her place, it was important that as a counsellor I didn't put my own thoughts or feelings into the resolution mix. Whatever I thought, the resolution had to come from the student, there was no right or wrong, just what the student thought was best. Another important thing was not to jump the gun, hear the whole problem and then ask the student what they would like to do. It did bother me a little though that she had stopped on 'But that isn't the worst thing!'

I took a deep breath and then asked, "What is the worst thing Kelly?"

She was suddenly very reluctant to carry on so I had to prompt her again, "Come on Kelly, we've come this far, tell me what the worst thing is please."

"He told me that if I was 'NICE' to him for the next two years, help him out with his little problems, he'd make sure that I get passing grades all year and he'd help me with my assignments as well..."

I was about to say something but as she sniffed back a sob I guessed that she wasn't quite finished, I passed her the box of tissues, "Is there something else Kelly?"

"...he said that if I wanted a good degree at the end of my studies he would help me there too, but I'd have to be 'NICE' to his friends as well as him!"

So there it was, Kelly's head of faculty wanted her to be his sex toy for the next two years and wanted to be able to pass her round his friends as well, and for her sexual favours he would help her to elevate from a failing student into an honours student! I guess that Kelly was finished with her story and it was no wonder that she looked so shocked when I saw her leaving the English block at lunch time.

"So Kelly, what would you like to do about this situation?"

Kelly thought for a moment, "What can I do? If I make an official complaint about him it would be my word against his and who would believe a failing student over her Professor?"

"There are more options open to you, how are you doing on your minor subject?"

"Not too bad, I'm hitting fifty percent in most exams on my Politics assignments and exams."

"Well then, I could help you to move your major from English to another faculty, what other subjects did you study at 'A' levels?"

"History and Maths but I need an English degree to get into journalism!"

"Okay, so changing the focus of your degree won't work. What would you like me to do to help?"

Kelly smiled for the first time since my weak joke earlier about the coffee, "I think it's helped me a lot just talking to you about it, I think I'll just have to work something out for myself, can I come back and talk to you again even if I don't take your help now?"

"Of course you can, pop by any time, it isn't my job to tell you what to do but I am allowed to say, what Professor Maxwell is doing is wrong, you probably aren't the first student he's done this too, and if he gets away with it you certainly won't be the last so please think seriously about what you have to do!"

I showed Kelly to the door and said goodbye to her as she climbed the stairs out of our basement realm. I looked at John Bentham, he was still the only counsellor in the office, I jerked my head towards Elizabeth's interview room.

I told John what Kelly had told me, "Well, it isn't ideal but it is her choice, we can't really do anything unless she is willing to make a formal report and she probably realises that if she reports Professor Maxwell, the Dean will have to look into her suitability to remain, if she can't pass her first year final exam then she'll be asked to leave, even if she tried to stay and finish her degree she wouldn't be allowed to graduate because she had a failure on one third of her course."

I nodded my head, "Is it okay if I finish my lunch-time run now, I only managed three kilometres before I bumped into Kelly, I need to try and do another two 'K' and then get my shower."

John checked his watch, "Sure, you did well with Kelly, let's hope she sees sense and reports his ass."

I slipped out of our building, I'd been sitting for so long that I had to go through my warm up and stretches all over again, I jogged slowly to the start of the jogging track, alternating between stretching my leg muscles, ligaments and tendons as well as working my back muscles. I came up behind a smartly dressed, fifty-something man taking a smoke-break and talking on his mobile phone.

I was still moving slowly as I closed in on the man and as I got close enough to hear him I heard, "...I'm not sure if Kelly will come through for me tomorrow, they've always said yes straight away before but she wouldn't, I'm sure she will..." He suddenly stopped talking as I crawled past him running sideways on to help stretch my muscles. As I passed him I did a jump-turn and finished the run to the jogging path still running sideways on.

As soon as I reached the jogging path I started my wristwatches stopwatch feature and took off at a fast jog. I needed to run one full circuit and roughly a third of the second circuit for my full five kilometres but twelve minutes later I was back in front of the English Faculty building and the man I'd seen earlier was still standing there, he was definitely waiting for me to get back and he watched as I ran towards him, it was obvious that he was checking out my body and the skimpy running kit I was wearing, I ran just beyond the man and stopped my watch, then I fell onto my back on the neatly trimmed lawn, I was hardly out of breath but I faked being exhausted, I lay on my back with my knees up and my feet flat on the grass with my knees overly wide apart.

When I heard him on the phone before my run started I assumed that he was probably Professor Maxwell and from what I'd heard of his telephone conversation, he was concerned that Kelly wouldn't play ball at his party the following evening. As I ran around the track I wondered if he'd try his luck with me, he had certainly liked what he saw of me in my skimpy running kit as I set off on my run and as I approached him again he was definitely checking my body out closely.

I had my eyes closed as I lay there on the grass panting, I was exaggerating so much that I was in danger of oxygen narcoses, I spotted his shadow passing over my body, I opened my eyes just in time to see him jerk his mobile phone back, he had been snapping a photograph of me from my feet up my body. I lifted my head off the grass and looked down my body, my running knickers were so tight that I had an excellent camel-toe showing for him.

I started to push myself up; he leaned over me and offered me his hand. I allowed him to pull me to my feet, "Shit I'm sooooo out of condition!"

He laughed at me, "Well, you have all the kit, you look very professional!"

"What this, they made me buy it just so I could start using the track, I'm not even sure that I can stay here!"

"Why's that?"

"Oh, some cock up over my place here, apparently my name was missed off of the list, I'm having to sneak into lectures and just hope that no one challenges me for my ID."

He laughed, "I have to say I don't check the women's ID's in the English blocks as they move around, mind you, up until this year, there were so few women here that we all knew every female student by sight. What's your major?"

"Maths and I minor in Physics."

"Pity you're not majoring in English, I'd be able to sort out your problem, I'm Gordon Maxwell, the professor in charge of the English Faculty!"

I pretended to be impressed, "No, I'm crap at English! I prefer the certainty of maths and physics."

Gordon Maxwell looked down at the front of my running knickers, "That's a pity; I'd have loved to help you out..."

He had stopped making sounds but his lips were still moving, I read the movement and translated it to, 'Out of those scanty panties!'

"So, how come it's taking so long to sort your enrolment out? May I ask you your name please?"

I thought fast on my feet, if I told him my real name and he typed it into his computer, I'd pop up on the staff list as working in the administration department, my mother's face popped into my head so I used her maiden name, "Victoria Porter."

He smiled at me, "Lovely name Victoria, so how come it's taking so long to sort out a simple admin error?"

"Well, it hasn't really taken long, I was working last week and I didn't arrive until Tuesday so it's only been two days so far."

"So what were you doing for work that was so important that you couldn't leave to start university in time? You missed so much in fresher's week!"

I remembered what Kelly had said she was doing but dismissed it, that job could have caused suspicion if I said that I was doing the same, "Butlins holiday camp in Skegness, I was one of the lifeguards in the indoor swimming pool. I couldn't come up to university without leaving them shorthanded and they're still open for summer holidays for another four weeks, so I had to wait until they'd trained up a local to take my place."

"Mmmmm! So, were you one of the lifeguards that marched around the pool in red shorts and polo shirt?"

"No, I was the one that had to be in a swimming costume all day; I thought I was ridiculously exposed for the last nine weeks. Mind you I was more covered up then than I have to be to run on the university's track now."

Gordon smiled at me, "And have you been looking for a part time job here in town?"

"I've registered at a few places but like you said, I'm very late, the students that turned up in the week before fresher's week snapped up all of the part time jobs."

"What kind of work were you hoping for?"

"Well, I'm a qualified lifeguard so I registered at the council's swimming pool but other than that, anything, bar work, waiting on table, shelf stacking."

"I occasionally run poker nights, I've often thought about employing a hostess to look after the food and drinks for the evening. Would you like to give that a try? I can only pay minimum wage though!"

'Don't appear too eager Sarah!'

"I'd be looking for more than minimum wage, if I could only earn five pounds and thirty pence an hour I'd have to work far too many hours to be able to study as well."

'What are you planning Sarah?' went through my head but I didn't really know what I was planning, especially as I was now talking myself out of whatever Gordon had been planning while he waited for me to run fifteen hundred meters. I checked my watch, it was coming up to ten minutes to two, I shrugged my shoulders, "Almost time for my lecture and I badly need a shower!"

I started to walk towards the maths faculty building and Gordon grabbed at my arm, "I could possibly offer you more if you were prepared to offer some kind of 'Value added' service."

"How much and what added value service?"

"Well, let's say, seven-fifty an hour if you're willing to wear a bikini throughout the game while you're serving my guests."

"I don't have a bikini with me but it sounds a little grubby to me!"

Gordon pretended to be offended by my comment, "You spent eight hours a day at Butlins wearing a skimpy swimming costume and I'll bet you didn't get seven-fifty an hour from them! And you're happy to wear the university running costume out in the street and that's little more than a bikini!"

I fixed my eyes on his and I stood in total silence for a while, then I looked up and to the right, "Okay, seven-fifty an hour in my hand sounds close to what I was thinking but would there be any way to boost my income?"

Gordon looked away to try and hide his grin, "Well, I wouldn't rule anything out, I'm sure that my guests would be willing to tip well for service above and beyond simply walking around in a bikini and serving food and drinks."

"Okay, so I still don't have a bikini, I guess I could turn up in my running kit, like you say, it's smaller than some bikinis. When is your party?"

"My next party is tomorrow evening, starting at nine o'clock and it'll go on until the early hours of the morning usually, four or five hours at least, I suppose I could provide you with a uniform to wear while you're at work!"

"Okay then, count me in."

"My house is on Proctors Walk, number five, bright red front door. Be there at eight thirty to get ready!"

I shook Gordon's hand and headed for the gymnasium building, as I climbed the steps at the front I looked back, Gordon was still standing watching me. I showered quickly and left by the front door again instead of slipping down into the subterranean world that I usually used to move around the university buildings. Gordon was still watching the front of the gymnasium building, he was chatting to a flash Harry in a sports car as he waited for me to leave the gym.

I had to walk past Gordon to get to the Physics building, I bustled along quickly, I'd intended on walking past Gordon and on to the Physics building before sinking underground and doubling back to my own office. Gordon stopped me, "Hey Victoria, come and meet Peter, he'll be at my place tomorrow evening for my poker gme."

I shook Peter's hand, he wanted to hold on to it but I pulled away sharply, "I'm sorry but my lecture has already started!"

I rushed off and headed for the Physics block, as I entered the building I checked to make sure that Gordon wasn't following me before I headed for the stairs down to the labyrinth, the Physics block wasn't as proud of the underground network as the admin block, they didn't have offices down there and they hid the access stairs behind a secret doorway built into the wooden panelling along the side of the main staircase up to the tutor's studies up on the first floor.

I jogged gently back to my office along the passageway under the quad. John checked his watch as I walked through the door, his forehead furrowed, it had taken me just over an hour when it should have taken less than thirty minutes because of the time I'd spent allowing Gordon Maxwell to 'Pick me up'. I gestured with my head towards Elizabeth's interview room and John slid out of his seat to follow me.

As soon as the door closed I told John what had happened, the fact that Professor Maxwell thought that I was a student of the university and that he had offered to employ me as a hostess for the poker game.

"The problem as I see it is, without Kelly's evidence of Maxwell offering to alter her transcript for sexual favours, all we have is a professor, head of faculty, offering students employment in his home!"

"I've offered to act as hostess and because he'd told Kelly that he expected her to host his poker game in a bikini I kind of engineered it that he told me he wanted me to be in a bikini and there was hints that I'd get extra in tips if I gave him and his friends sexual favours. If we still won't be able to do anything about him I may as well not turn up at all now!"

"What were you planning to do?"

Well, I told Professor Maxwell that I was crap at English. I also told him that I'd been missed off of the enrolment list and was sneaking into Maths and Physics lectures while I was trying to sort out my registration...What if it turned out that my English was inadequate and that was the reason that I'd been left off the student role for this year but if I made up my English 'A' level exam I could join the university next year?"

John was already on Elizabeth's PC, "I can see that there was a student offered a place but he turned it down...I can print out his details and then overwrite his entry on the system with your details so that you have a record number that was issued three months ago before the 'A' level exams came out, make it conditional on you getting a 'B' in Physics, and Maths and a 'C' in English but record that you only managed a 'D' in English and so your place was withdrawn."

John was getting into this 'Under Cover' squirrel thing, he used my mother's maiden name on the fake record and spent a while making my profile look realistic, he used the webcam function to add my photograph for an ID card, he made it look like the photograph was taken on Wednesday and then on Thursday morning the ID card request was cancelled and John was filling in the reason for cancellation but had to stop quickly with a less than perfect reason.

"Someone is searching the student database using your fictitious name, looks like the bait has been taken. We need to get upstairs and talk to the head of student admissions."

Claire Whitfield was in charge of student admissions and it took us just five minutes to be sitting in her office explaining what was going on. No names were mentioned; just a general outline of what we suspected was going on. We were fortunate that Claire could see the danger to the university as the wider picture and not just the publicity issue if one of the universities top professors ended up in court for rape.

"Do we have any idea how widespread this is?"

John shook his head, "At the moment we just have one student who has told us what has been said to her but so far she isn't willing to make a formal complaint..."

I jumped in at that point, "I overheard him talking to someone on his mobile phone, it sounds like he does something similar every year, perhaps only one student a year but still, one student is ten too many."

Claire opened her computer and checked what John had put in the record for me, my address was blank, John hadn't got that far when he noticed an alert that my new name had been used in a search of the database. Claire was about to enter the update record screen to add an address for the other me when her telephone rang. She pressed the speakerphone button, "Student Admissions Claire Whitfield speaking"

"Claire, Maxwell here."

"Good afternoon Professor Maxwell, what can I do for you today?"

"I was trying to reach Patrick Smith, he left a message for me about a student that's having a problem with English!"

"Oh yes, Patrick was a temp that we took on to help clear the admissions clerical backlog that we get every year at this time. I think he was offered more hours somewhere else so we won't see him again unfortunately...he was a very conscientious worker."

"Yes, he seemed to be, anyway, a student turned up this week but it looks like she has failed admissions requirements because her English is too weak, Patrick was wondering if my department could help this student to keep her place by helping her to reinforce her English during the next year, I was going to ring her or send her a letter but I can't find any address or telephone number on her file."

"Well, that would certainly be a creative way to deal with a problem but Patrick never mentioned anything to me, could I have the student's name so I can check through the folders on Patrick's desk?"

"Let me see...ah yes, Victoria Porter."

"Can I put you on hold or would you rather I ring back in a few minutes?"

Gordon Maxwell seemed overly keen to keep the contact going quickly; he jumped in far too quickly, "I'll hold, I would prefer to get this one put to bed as quickly as possible!"

Claire blushed as she pressed the mute button that would start the naff music playing in Gordon's ear as well as playing softly through the telephone's loudspeaker to remind Claire that she had a caller on hold.

"Well, it looks like I don't need to press you for the name of the professor that you're looking into. Right, where will Miss Porter be living?"

"Sleaford, I told Professor Maxwell that I'd been working over the summer at Butlins Skegness and Sleaford is close enough to make Skegness a believable location for a job."

Claire quickly scanned through the address database, "Pavlion Gardens, we had an enquiry from that road, I'll put a name rather than a number, 'Oak Tree Cottage' and I'll set the postcode as NG34 7TQ so there will be nowhere for a letter to be sent to."

Claire had performed an address search on the postcode and it just reported as being somewhere in Sleaford. I gave Claire my mobile phone number to use but instead she asked me for my phone, she opened the back, popped the battery pack out and pulled my sim card, she took an envelope from her desk drawer and took a sim card from the envelope to pop into my phone. She popped my own sim card into the envelope and handed it back to me, "Pop that in your handbag and keep it safe, pop it back in your phone when you're off duty!"

Claire checked my phone with its new identity, it was out of credit, a pay as you go sim card, the kind of thing that a married woman might use to keep her infidelities away from a suspicious husband or boyfriend's eyes. She picked up her telephone, dialled a number and made a credit card transaction to add credit to her old sim so that it could be used in our operation.

Claire pressed the mute button on her telephone, "Professor Maxwell, I've found the record, Patrick had passed a request through to IT, there was a corrupted tuple of data in the address table that had stopped Miss Porter's address linking through to her student ID number. I'm just updating her details now."

Thank you for being so diligent Claire...yes, I can see her address details coming up now..."

Over the tinny speaker in Clair's phone I heard a tone, it sounded like Gordon Maxwell was dialling a number on a mobile phone. I reached over and snatched my phone out of Claire's hand and flipped the silent button just as the phone's screen flashed to say that there was an incoming call. I slipped out of Claire's office as silently as I could and answered the call in a whisper, I'm sorry, can you call me back after four o'clock..."

"Is that you Victoria?"

I took my mouth away from the telephone and said, "I'm sorry sir, I'll take it outside..."

John opened the door and gestured for me to go back in to Claire's office.

I flicked the phone to speaker, "Who's calling please, I was in a lecture..."

"Victoria it's me Gordon Maxwell."

"Oh hi...how did you get my telephone number...I'm not supposed to be here so I don't want to draw too much attention to myself."

"I've been working on your case since we met earlier, I'm in the process of sorting it all out but I need to see you this afternoon at my house."

"Can't it wait until I come to work tomorrow?"

"Well, tomorrow is Friday and I'd really like to get all this mess cleared up before the weekend so that you can turn up on Monday as a regular student...but if it's too much trouble..."

I butted in, "No...no, not too much...anything! What time this afternoon?"

"Come straight after your lecture."

"Okay...look, I have to go back into my lecture...I'll see you later at your house."

I hung up and put my phone down, "Clair said, "That was close, very quick thinking on your part Sarah."

"I realised that he was probably calling my number as he was talking to you, if my phone had gone off and he'd heard it over your line he would have been very suspicious. And who's Sarah, I'm Victoria but you can call me Vicky if you like."

Claire smiled and then her eyebrows raised as I pressed playback and listened through the call I'd just had with Gordon Maxwell.

"You record all of your calls?"

"I got into the habbit on my last under cover job."

Claire looked surprised and shocked, "Other undercover job...what under cover job?"

"The police arresting a group of ex-students the other day, it's all still very secret but I'm the one that called in the police. Hopefully it won't become general knowledge around campus so I can keep doing what I do."

Clair suddenly looked very much out of her comfort zone, "You mean that you're employed by the University to catch criminals?"

I laughed, "No, I'm a clerical underdog in John's team but I seem to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I never back away from a problem; I find it's always better to bulldoze a problem out of the way."

Clair managed to find files on the university server and printed out the first week's notes from one of the maths lecturers and the same files from a Physics lectures. She quickly scribbled margin notes to make it look like I'd attended a few lectures already. John found me an old school briefcase and replaced the little address label with my name and address in Sleaford as well as the name of a local high school. A few text books from the library and I was ready to face scrutiny. I dropped my phone in the patch pocket of my summer dress and at three forty-five I took to the underground rat-runs between the admin building and the Physics Faculty building.

I opened the door under the stairs carefully and scanned around the vestibule to make sure that no one saw me leaving the underground labyrinth. I walked to the door to one of the lecture theatres that had a class for first year physics students. I got to the door just as it opened and the first years students started spilling out. Most students left by the side exit and I slotted in right along with them. I left the building and took the path that lead to Proctors walk. I spotted Peter, Gordon's friend standing in the middle of the car park in front of the Physics building, I hefted my duffle containing my running kit and damp towel onto my shoulder and that movement caught Peter's eye.

I tried to ignore the fact that I'd seen Peter, I just kept on walking the path over to Proctors Walk and as I walked I took my phone out of my pocket, I started it recording and then I locked the screen. Just as Peter caught up with me I said, "Aunty..." I looked at the screen, "...damned it, bleeding battery!"

"Hi Vicky, you having phone problems?"

I jerked to a halt and looked as shocked as I could, "God don't creep up...oh, Jenson Healey...sorry I don't remember your name!"

"Peter, I'm Peter, a friend of Gordon Maxwell, he introduced us earlier on today...how come you remembered my car and how come you knew it was a Jenson Healey...most people think it's a Triumph Spitfire or an MG."

"God no, the Jenson's nothing like the Spitfire and the MG's were far smaller...no, a Mk1 Jenson Healey was totally different, probably a 71 or a 72 model, two litre Lotus double overhead cam engine, the first production line double overhead cam engine ever."

Peter looked ecstatic, I'd rubbed his ego by knowing what his car was, "Not many people remember the Jenson today, and women usually don't know quite so much about their engine."

"My grandfather was a member of the Jenson owners club; I spent many weekends at Jenson rallies listening to old men talking about their passion for old Jensons."

"Are you off to see Gordon?"

"Yes, I'm just on my way there now."

"Yes, I thought so, not much down this path but the dean's house and the heads of faculty's houses beyond the Dean's house. I'm on my way there too; we can walk with each other."

We made small talk on the walk to Gordon's house, nothing serious at all, I could almost have not bothered to start the recording as our conversation was so innocent but there was no way that I could stop it and restart it later so I just let it run.

Gordon's house was a massive mansion of a place. It was owned by the University and rented to Gordon at a peppercorn rent as part of his remuneration package. Peter ran up the stairs in front of me and opened the front door as it wasn't locked. As I followed Peter up the steps I noticed his sports car parked on the small car park across the road from Gordon's house.

"Gordon will probably be in his study...over here."

Peter opened the door into Gordon Maxwell's study, Gordon was sitting behind a large leather inlayed oak desk, he was wearing a blue, paisley, silk dressing gown with a green silk cravat around his neck. On the desk was a glossy gentleman's magazine that Gordon was flicking through, he looked up, "Victoria, thank you for being so prompt, and where did you meet up with Peter?"

"Hi, I met him on the path down from the Physics bock. I think he came from the faculty car park in front of the block."

Gordon smiled at me and he slid out from behind his desk, I saw that his legs were bare and his feet were in slippers as he walked out from behind his desk. Gordon rested his backside against the edge of his desk and he crossed his legs and the front of his dressing gown fell open exposing his thigh right up to his hip, leaving me in no doubt that he was totally naked under his dressing gown, before he pulled it over his knee and covered himself again.

"I've been working very hard on your behalf since we met at lunch time, did you have any idea why you're not on the student roll for this year?"

"Nope, no idea at all!"

I looked over at Peter as if I was wondering why Gordon was talking about my personal business in front of a stranger.

"Don't you worry about Peter, the reason why he's here will become apparent very soon. Around Easter you were offered a place here that was conditional on you getting three A-level passes, Maths and Physics at grade 'B' and English at grade 'C'...you got the Maths and Physics but only got a 'D' in English..."

I butted in with, "Yes...but, I was also told that if I didn't get the grades that I might still get a place, it would depend on how many other people did better or worse than me and that if I didn't hear from the University again after I got my exam results then I had been successful...so I just assumed that as I hadn't received a letter or a telephone call that I'd been successful and I turned up this week."

"Ahh! That explains it, there was an error with your address on the computer system, a letter was sent out informing you that you needed to make up your English to at least a 'C' over the summer holidays to keep your place."

"Well, that's not fair, if there was a problem with your computer and I didn't get the letter, it can't be my fault that I didn't re-sit my English exam, anyway, I worked all through the summer holidays, if I'd had to do summer school I wouldn't have been able to work!"

I saw Gordon's lips curl into a half smile, "I've been told that I can help you to lift your English result over this semester and if you can gain that grade 'C' you can finish the course, if you can't you'll have to leave and try for your A-level before clearing next year but you'll have to start your degree from day one again."

I tried to look as worried as I could, "I can't see how I can do an A-level course as well as my degree studies, especially as my English knowledge is so ropey."

"Oh, okay then, should I call Mrs Whitfield in the morning and tell her that you don't want to continue this year? ... Or should we try and work out some creative way that we can beat the system together here tonight so that you can continue with your studies but not actually worry about your little problem with English!"

I furrowed my brow and shook my head from side to side a little. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure if...how...what...I don't understand, I'm sorry, it's a lot to take in just like that, out of the blue and all!"

Gordon looked a little exasperated with me. He heaved a sigh and looked at Peter, "Why don't you get us all a drink Peter!"

While Peter was making three alcoholic drinks, Gordon and I just sat looking at each other, I tried to think of something very embarrassing so that my face turned a little red and my fake look of confusion looked a little more like concern. Peter passed Gordon his glass first and then he passed me one, it was a vodka and coke, heavy on the vodka and light on the coke but with lots of ice to take away the heat of the alcohol. I took a small sip from the glass and it almost took my head off.

"I'm the head of the English department and I'm going to take over the supervision of your English studies, I'll make all the right noises and Peter here...Peter is an English teacher at the local high school, he gets the exam papers the day before the exam, he'll pull out your test questions and he'll give you a complete copy of both the questions as well as the answers and he will look after you during the exam...if you know what I mean...seat at the back of the room, make sure that the invigilator won't be paying any attention to you while you copy the answers onto your exam paper in your own handwriting!"

"So...I won't have to actually do any studying towards my English A-level then?"

"Well, that's my point, Peter and I will be risking a lot, our jobs, our reputations and our futures to give you a helping hand...what will you be willing to do for us by way of recompense?"

"What do you want me to do for you guys?"

I flashed a quick look over at Peter, he was hiding behind his glass but I could see from his eyes that he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Gordon shifted his weight on the edge of the desk, uncrossed his legs and swapped over so his other leg was on top. His dressing gown fell open again, and again it fell open right up to his hip only this time, he didn't bother to cover up after I spotted it.

"Well, it will have to be something very special for us to go to all that trouble, not to mention the risk."

I furrowed my brow again, "Am I reading this right, are you suggesting some sort of payment through sex?"

"Now you're getting smart...Let's say that...by way of payment, you become our sex slave until after the exam, we get to do whatever we want to do to you until the spring semester...after that we'll come to some other arrangement, but I'm sure that by then you won't want to change the arrangement, you'll want to keep going."

'Okay, this is getting serious, why did I lock the phone...you know why...you thought that Gordon Maxwell might check your phone or just take it off of you to stop you making a call like you did the last time.'

"Look, I'm not really...I don't fool around, I'm here to...to study not become anyone's any kind of slave!"

I tried to get out of my seat but I felt very woozy, I'd only taken three small sips of my vodka, 'I recognise this feeling, when that bastard Gethin Evens slipped a roofie in my drink just a few days ago!' I fell back into my seat, "I couldn't possibly do anything..."

I wanted to protest more but my voice had turned into treacle!

"It would have been better if you had come to us willingly, I have some friends who really know how to show a girl a great time but I'll take you against your will if I have too, the thing is, my friend Peter here has put a little Flunitrazepam in your drink, just enough to slow you down a little but still enjoy what we do to you, when we've finished we'll give you a little more Flunitrazepam and you'll forget all about what we're going to do to you tonight and tomorrow you'll have a little headache and a sore fanny and arse but tomorrow night you'll come back to act as hostess at my poker night and we'll start you off on a little Flunitrazepam again so all of my guests can have their fun with you and on Sunday you'll be heading off for Sleaford to try and work out how you can get into a university next year but it won't be this one."

I was pulled out of my seat and Peter started to undo the buttons down the front of my dress. My head flopped to one side and Gordon Maxwell came into view, he had taken his cravat off and was pulling his dressing gown open, exposing his naked body, his chest had a mat of thick black hair trailing off down towards his pubic hair where it widened out again, his cock was circumcised, he was excited and long, his cock shaft was thinner than I'd seen before but his cockhead was huge by comparison.

My dress was dropped to the floor, I was standing in just red bikini styled panties, trainers and trainer socks. My panties were pulled down and I was bent over Gordon's desk. Gordon slipped in behind me. He forced his cock into my pussy from behind and fucked me while Peter undressed in front of me. "I hope you like sucking cocks Victoria!"

I tried to shake my head but couldn't, Peter dragged my head to the side of the desk so now I was diagonally across a corner, Gordon was still ramming his cock up my cunt and now Peter was fucking my mouth so I was being spit roasted between the two men. They didn't bother to waste too much time with me, after all I wasn't getting too much pleasure from it so they might as well just take their own pleasure from my body. I could be wrong but it seemed like it took just five or six minutes and both men were finished fucking me.

"Right, take her up to the back room! She can wait there until the Flunitrazepam wears off!"

Peter followed Gordon's instruction, he pulled my naked body off of the table and hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me up to a back bedroom like a rag doll, as we went through the study door I spotted Gordon collecting my clothes and bags and he followed Peter up the stairs.

The back bedroom looked like a torture chamber with a cage in the middle of the floor. It was the sort of cage that someone might keep a small dog in, in the back of an estate car or van. Gordon flipped the top open and Peter dropped me in. I was on my hands and knees and when Gordon closed the top over it crushed me down into a smaller ball. I could feel the mesh pressing into my back and my buttocks, the cage really was small. It took me a few moments of confused panic before I took stock of my situation. The top of the cage had been padlocked shut, I was alone in the room, there seemed to be a small door next to my head that was about eight or nine inches square with a simple bird cage bolt on the outside. The small door was probably just about large enough to get my head through but nothing else.

I closed down for a moment and when I started functioning again I was still in the cage, my body still felt like it was dipped in molasses but now I was interested in what was in the wider room. I could see rings fixed to the wall with chains and leather straps, there was also chains hanging from the ceiling that had been gathered together and then hung from a hook, it looked like someone could be suspended about thirty inches off the floor from them...the floor, Gordon had dropped my dress, duffel bag and brief case on the floor just inches away from the cage. Because the cage was made up of one inch squares I couldn't reach my dress from inside the cage and then the little door trudged through the sludge of my synapses, I couldn't get out of so small a hole but...if I could work the bolt...I might just be able to work my arm past my head and reach my dress through the opening.

It took an age to reach my dress, I pulled it close enough to get my phone out of my pocket, I fought the sludge in my brain to press the right combination of buttons on the side and top of the phone's case to unfreeze my phone. I pressed the help app on the screen, the single button that dialled the emergency services. I heard he tinny voice from the internal speaker, "Emergency operator...which service do you require!"

"P...poli...help me please...police...five Proctors Walk...come quickly!"

I heard footsteps outside the door. I dropped my phone back into my dresses pocket and pushed my dress away from the cage. I couldn't get back into position quickly enough so instead I tried to get my head out of the cage as well as my arm.

"Oh look, Victoria is trying to escape. You'd think a Maths and Physics student would know the futility of trying to get a quart into a pint pot."

Gordon pushed my arm back into the cage and reached in to grab a fist full of my hair and then he yanked my head through the hole scratching my nose and making it bleed. Peter opened a similar door at the back of the cage to the one my head was now hanging through. "Her arsehole's too tight so I'm going to fuck her cunt this time but I'm going to stretch her arse ready for later."

Gordon let go of my head and he went to a drawer and retrieved three stainless steel speculums, three different sizes...in my confused brain I labelled them 'Junior Miss', 'Miss' and 'Fat Old Cow'. Peter chose Junior Miss and when I realised where he was going to push it I was really glad that he chose the smallest of the three speculums.

Peter rammed the speculum up my arse and started winding it open until the muscle wouldn't stretch any further. Gordon gathered my long blond hair in his hand and wound it into an almost pony tail, then he folded it in half and used some five millimetre cotton chord to form a double sheet bend knot. He yanked my head back until the back of my head touched the side of the cage and he tied the chord onto the top of the cage.

Peter was fucking my cunt now and as he closed in on his orgasm he stopped and turned the screw on the speculum up my bum, forcing it open another few millimetres before returning to fucking my cunt.

Gordon had two small stainless steel 'S' hooks with the same thin cotton chord attached to one of the 'S' ends of the hook, he hooked the other end of one of the hooks over my lower teeth, just beyond my lower K9 tooth and pulled my jaw down as far as it could go before tying it to a lower point on the front of the cage. He repeated the action on the other side of my mouth and now, with my head forced back and held in place and lower jaw forced down my mouth was stretched beyond endurance and I had to stop begging the men to let me go, to stop fucking me...stop raping me, just because I could no longer move my mouth.

Gordon lined his cock up with my mouth and pushed it in until he hit the back of my throat, then he just rammed forward and buried his cock three inches into my throat. There was no loving; no tenderness in his actions...all Gordon was interested in was getting his jollies while humiliating me as much as he could. "When I finish shooting off in your throat I'm going to use your mouth as a toilet and if you don't swallow every drop I'll beat you...I have a full set of whips and paddles."

Gordon finished shooting and pulled back, he walked around to Peter, reached between Peter's belly and my bum and he turned the screw on the speculum ten times forcing a scream out of my throat and as he laughed at me I spotted something flash past the window, it looked like some weird kind of bird. A second later it came back into view, a four propeller helicopter, the kind that held an 'Eye-in-the-sky' camera and at that moment the camera was pointing straight at my face. Gordon returned and started peeing on my face and into my wide open mouth but before the stream of pee ended and just as Peter was shooting his seed in my cunt, brought on by seeing his friend debase me in so cruel a way the bedroom door burst open and the room filled with blue surge and black steel asp batons as police officers flooded the room.

Gordon and Peter were arrested, Gordon claimed he didn't know where the key to the cage was, he was adamant that the cage and the lock weren't his so I had to be cut out of the cage.

I was taken to the hospital; Peter had given me far too large a dose of drugs and I kept falling in and out of consciousness as I was treated for minor cuts and abrasions as well as having my stomach pumped to clean out my system. I was interviewed in the hospital by DI Toon, her opening comment was, "Well Sarah, we must stop meeting like this!"

"I take it you'd rather not go to court as a witness?"

"I'd rather not but if I have to I will...the cold light of publicity will reduce my effectiveness in the future but if I have to I will."

"Well, you know that anonymity is guaranteed in rape cases!"

I laughed at DI Toon's naivety, "The fact that my name will never be published in the press is what you mean but in fact, thousands of people around the area will know...every newspaper will know my name but just not be able to print my name."

DI Toon nodded her head, "Unfortunately you're right."

I actually got to talk directly to the Crown Prosecution Services solicitor about the case with DI Toon. We came up with a proposition that DI Toon could put to Peter and Gordon in the interrogation room. The CPS would go for the lesser charge of aggravated assault rather than rape, Peter and Gordon would serve exactly the same amount of time as if they had been charged with rape but at least they would serve out their prison time in the main population of the prison rather than being locked up on the nonce's wing and facing daily beatings from the rest of the prisoners every time they could get at them.

DI Toon had both men and their lawyers in the same room when she made the offer, that was very unusual but she wanted them to be clear, "Gentlemen, this offer expires in thirty minutes, we'll reduce the charges to Conspiracy to cause aggravated assault, two counts of aggravated assault, one charge of administering a noxious substance with intent and one charge of kidnapping and false imprisonment.

The four men got into a huddle for five minutes before Gordon's lawyer turned to face DI Toon with a smug look on his face, "Our clients see no benefits to themselves in pleading guilty to such fabricated charges. Our clients maintain that Miss Porter went willingly to Mr Maxwell's house...that it was in fact Miss Porter who expressed an interest in bondage and it was her that asked to take part."

DI Toon flopped back in her seat as if she had been defeated. She reached out and pressed a button on her desk. Her team had taken the sound recordings I'd made and spliced them together and now the sound of what went on the day before was booming out of twin loud speakers and at just before the sound of police officers breaking down the bedroom door the pictures from the drone started playing.

It was DI Toon's turn to look superior now, "Gentlemen, you only have two minutes of my generous offer left before I take it off of the table and replace it with charges of rape...if we have to fight in court we might as well go for broke and try for a maximum tariff."

The four man huddle was much faster the second time around and they agreed to plead guilty.

The next day was Saturday and because of expected trouble from a local derby football match a special magistrate's court would be sitting on Saturday to administer quick justice on unruly football fans. A magistrate's court couldn't actually deal with such a serious case, they could only issue six month sentences but it was the first move, the magistrates would set the wheels in motion for the case to be set before the county court for intermediate cases or to crown court for the most serious cases. They could set...or deny bail...Gordon and Peter were remanded to attend the next Crown court session where they faced between nine years and fifteen for the list of charges but because they had pleaded guilty it was going to be closer to nine years than fifteen.

I had a fight on my hands with my parents, after being raped twice in my first month at work they wanted me to take a safer job...something like a 'Bomb Disposal Operative' but I made a strong case for the fact that the more men like Peter and Gordon that I got off the streets and out of the university...the safer my job would get.

I turned up for work on Monday morning and as I walked into the main office I received a standing ovation from all five Counsellors, I basked in the adoration for two minutes before John Bentham told me that I had to make coffees for everyone.

I worked all morning and ate my lunch at eleven thirty while I worked as I usually did. At twelve o'clock I took my duffel bag to the sports block and changed into my running kit before locking my clothes in a locker. Out on the field I ran the oval track for a few minutes before the coach turned up with the running team and then I switched to the fifteen hundred metre track around the boundary. I spotted a man running in the opposite direction, he had headphones on his ears and as he ran towards me he took me in and smiled, I checked him out as well, fit, late twenties, full head of hair that was well styled, clean shaven and working up a sweat.

We passed each other and three minutes later I heard footsteps behind me, I moved to the left hand side of the track to allow the other runner to pass me but they didn't, he slowly caught me up and then paced me on my shoulder. "How did poker night go on Friday?"

"What?"

I looked over at him, he'd pulled his headphones from his ears and they were now around his neck playing to his Adam's apple. "Friday, aren't you the girl that was going to host the poker party at Professor Maxwell's house?"

I slowed and then stopped, 'Here we go again!' I thought to myself, "How did you hear about that?"

"Maxwell's been trying to get me to join his poker game for...since my first day here."

"Long time then!"

"Not really, I came two weeks before the start of term...semester...I'll never get used to University speak."

"Ahh! New boy then! So...how did you know that I was going to be hostess at the game?"

He unplugged the headphones from his telephone, his fingers flashed over the screen and he pulled up a text message from Gordon Maxwell. We sat together on a bench and I took his phone to read the message.

"Matthew, are you sure we can't tempt you to join the game tomorrow night, our hostess this week will be...see below!"

I scrolled down the screen, a photograph of me running towards the camera, then another of me on my back lying on the grass, taken from the side and then a third photograph, a close-up of my camel toe. I looked over at him, he blushed, "I'm sorry. I forgot that the third picture was so...so tasteless. So, how did it go?"

I scrolled a little further down the screen and saw that there was a little more to the message. He suddenly looked surprised to see there was more and he closed the gap between us so that our bodies were actually touching all down our sides as he read the rest of the message, "I'd expected the picture to be the end of the message...i have to say I kind of spent an age looking at your third photograph, it definitely shows your best side!"

I thumped his shoulder as hard as I could, "Ouch...I'm really sorry...I have this little problem, I find it hard to regulate what I say...it's a kind of Aspersers thing...if I was wearing my suite I'd have a card to prove it...honestly!"

I looked back down at the screen, "She'll be dressed in a skimpy bikini and after serving chips, dips and wine, she'll be available for fun!!!"

Matthew said, "God, I'm sorry I missed that bit of the message, I'd have definitely turned up to see that...so, what was the bikini like, did Maxwell take any photographs of you in your bikini? I'll have to text him and ask?"

"You'd better not, I'd hate to see you get into trouble. Can I forward this text on to someone?"

"Sure...boyfriend?"

"No...I don't have a boyfriend."

I scoured my inner memory for DI Toon's telephone number, it was a really easy number to remember, very rhythmic pattern of numbers so I could easily call it to the front of my brain and then type it into Matthew's phone. I forwarded the text message over to DI Toon and then I had an idea, "Did Professor Maxwell send you any other messages like this?"

"Well, not with a picture but I've had a text message from him about Poker night every week since I got here."

I got Matthew to show me each of the text messages he'd received about poker night, just as I suspected, the text was a group message and there was a list of each recipient in the header of the message. I ran through each message, the list was slightly different in each message but one had every one in it so I forwarded that message to DI Toon as well with a message from me wrapped around it, "DI Toon, you may be interested in talking to the men in this group text...any or all of them could be implicated in Professor Maxwell's shenanigans. All apart from Matthew, he claims that he's never been to a poker night with Maxwell's group."

"You're staff?"

"You asking me or telling me?"

Matthew looked confused, "Erm...you are staff aren't you? My mother warned me that you university people would tie me in knots if I wasn't careful!"

I relaxed slightly..."What makes you think I'm staff?"

"I saw you last week sometime, you were running at lunch time...there was this girl, she was upset, you ran past her, I was starting to get anxious, the girl looked so wretched but I find it difficult to handle other people's emotions like that, I think I was ready to cry before she did...I just stood there, I couldn't go to her but I couldn't just leave her like that. You stopped your run, I could see that you didn't want to stop, you hadn't even properly warmed up but you sat next to her, even though she didn't want you to be there, I think you said something like, "I have to be here, it's my job." I didn't relax until I saw you walk her to the Admin block and you took her down to the trick cyclist's room."

He looked at me seriously, he was trying to gauge my expression and then he gave an exaggerated sigh, "Please tell me that you're staff, I was warned not to hit on any of the students, no matter how old they look."

"And you want to hit on me?"

"God...yes, when I realised that you were the girl in the photograph and I saw that lovely picture showing your..."

I stopped him saying cunt, "I am a member of staff...how come you didn't warn Professor Maxwell that I was staff?"

"I assumed that he already knew, why else would he employ you to work as his hostess?"

I smiled inwardly, "So why was Professor Maxwell so keen on you joining his poker nights?"

He shrugged his shoulders, he was now openly looking between my legs, "I have..." I'd shifted slightly, moved my body away from his and turned slightly toward him, "...God you're beautiful...No idea why, I helped him in the gym, I spotted his weights for him so that he didn't have an accident. I'm here to help the football team really, I was a semi professional player. When we were in the shower together after he just suddenly asked me if I played poker...but I really don't, I guess that if I tried I'd have probably told everyone what cards I had..." He gasped and I realised that I'd turned too far and so my legs were far too wide open.

He looked very uncomfortable and suddenly I saw movement in his shorts and it was my turn to gasp, it looked like he was trying to smuggle a boa constrictor into school and it was on the move.

I turned back to face the front and close my legs. "Would it be okay for me to ask you out for a coffee after work?"

I nodded my head.

"Would you come out with me after work for a coffee please?"

"No!"

He looked shocked, well more totally confused than shocked, his mind was racing but I put him out of his misery, "I'm joking, I'd love to come for a coffee with you, where will we go?"

"A place just outside of town!"

"I'll need a more precise location, my mother worries about me and my dad has a hair trigger on his shotgun!"

"Are you still joking with me?"

"Sadly not, so where do you want to take me?"

"I found this great place just beyond the country park, they grind their own coffee and they bake their own cakes, they're the best in the county."

"Do you mean Betty's Kitchen?"

"You know it?"

"Famous in the county, you can't get a table at the weekends though."

"I know, that's why I go in after work and just before it closes."

It was time to go back to work, I didn't really need a shower as I'd hardly started running when Matthew stopped me but we sprinted against each other to the sports block so I worked up a sweat then. I stripped and walked into the huge shower room, I pushed the button and the water started to flow, "So, I'll wait outside the Admin block for you at five o'clock then?"

Matthew was on the other side of the wall, I hadn't realised just how thin the walls were in the showers, usually several showers were running in the shower and they drownwd out all other sounds, "You could come down and wait for me, I bet you finish way before five o'clock!"

"What, into the trick cyclist's office?"

"Yes...sure!"

"No thanks, I'll wait out in the car park!"

"What if it rains?"

"Then I'll be the man inappropriately dressed and dripping water all over the place."

"Okay, I'll see you in the car park."

"Are you naked in there?"

"Inappropriate Matthew!"

"Sorry!"

I went back to work, I kept picturing the length of Matthew's cock when he got excited and I wondered if Gordon Maxwell wanted Matthew at his poker nights so that he could watch that monster snake defiling a young student's body.

I walked out with John Bentham and saw Matthew turn away from me...well us, John went to his car and drove off and I walked over to Matthew, he looked worried, "I don't really like your boss, I don't really like any..."

"Counsellors, John Bentham is a student counsellor Matthew!"

"He's a Doctor of Psychiatry as well...those people give me the creeps."

Matthew drove us to the coffee shop, I had a skinny latte and no cake, Matthew had a full fat latte with an extra coffee shot and a huge slice of chocolate fudge cake. Betty wanted to close down but she didn't hurry Matthew up, she just cleaned the place around us as we talked and he ate about half a massive cake.

We got to Matthew's car, "Do I have to take you home straight away?"

I rang my mother, "Hi mum, we've just left Betty's Kitchen, what time will dinner be ready...okay, I'll see you, I'll be in time for dinner thanks."

"So, straght home?"

"I have an hour, fifteen minutes from here to my house...so we can have forty-five minutes if you like!"

"Can we go to the country park, there's a wildflower meadow at the side of the carpark that looks wonderful at this time of the year."

I nodded my head and Matthew drove to the car park in the country park, he parked in the empty car park and he turned to me, "Is it okay if I kiss you?"

"Yes...sure...why do you ask, not just do it!"

"God no, I couldn't do that, it's got me into trouble before when I was at school. I don't see the signs, the go ahead or the stop signs...safer to ask every time."

He leaned in and kissed me, gentle, tender, loving. There was no tongue, no open mouth, no exchange of saliva, just a perfect first kiss.

"Could I touch as well as kiss?"

It was kind of refreshing after my recent experiences not to have a guy come at me with a syringe full of drugs hidden behind his back, just a simple man who wanted to kiss but not take advantage. I nodded my head and he moved his hand as if to touch my breast but he stopped himself. "Can we sit in the meadow?"

I nodded my head again, Matthew reached into the back seat and pulled at the cover over the seat. He'd covered his back seat with a thick picnic blanket, I was suspicious that he travelled with a picnic blanket at the ready but I relaxed when I saw the back seat, it was cracked and cut up, it looked like it was ten years older than the rest of the car. He saw me looking at the back seat, "Never buy a car that's spent ten years as a taxi and if you do...make sure that you check under the covers first!"

We walked to the middle of the meadow holding hands like a couple of kids. He spread the blanket on the ground and pulled me down onto it at his side. Matthew leaned in to kiss me again and he stopped, "Is it still okay to kiss you?"

"Yes!"

We kissed again and it was just like it was in the car, closed mouth and extremely gentle. He pulled his mouth away but not far, "Can I still touch?"

I nodded my head and pulled his face back down to mine. His hand touched my waist, my T-shirt had pulled free from the top of my skirt and his hand had hit the space between. He just laid there, his body half covering mine and his hand on my side, just below my rib cage.

He pulled his mouth away from mine again, "If I were an intrepid explorer would I explore to the north or to the south?"

"Well, the north has less unexplored territory but is safer, the south is more exotic, has had less explorers visit but is more dangerous!"

Matthew kissed me again, and pulled away, "So it's okay..."

I pulled his mouth against mine again to stop him clarifying his point further. His hand slipped up over my ribs slowly, his fingertips reached the rise of my breasts from below and he found no encumbrances. His mouth left mine again and he looked down the length of my body, he looked at the lump where his hand was under my T-shirt and his hand slipped a little higher, cupping under my bare breast, he looked from the hand shaped lump to my eyes and grinned at me.

"Would it be possible for me to lift your..."

I eased my back off of the blanket, looked around while Matthew continued to fondle my breast, when I was happy that we were still alone I pulled my T-shirt off over my head. Matthew looked totally shocked, "I...I didn't mean that...I just wanted to peek under your shirt!"

I lay back down and pulled him back on top of me. We kissed and he rubbed, squeezed, pinched, fondled and palpated both breasts but he was totally happy to play in the north. "I was the one to break the kiss this time, "I'd better get going or my parents will fret!"

Matthew sat up and checked for safety again, "Can I just look a little longer, I want to hold this picture in my head for later!"

"Why?"

"When I get home I'm going to...Is it inappropriate for me to tell you that I'm going to masturbate when I get home?"

"Well, if we're alone it's fine, you could have asked me to do it for you though!"

Matthew looked totally shocked again, "I never would..."

I pushed him onto his back and rolled my body so that I was resting on my left elbow and he could still see my tits. I took his cock from his trousers and began to rub. His whole body took part in his climax, it was almost as if I had to chase him around the blanket he was bouncing about so much and suddenly he exploded, there was more spunk than I could have thought possible from any one man. I was lucky that I'd taken my T-shirt off and put it way away from us as my upper body was drenched in spunk.

I used a whole packet of Kleenex tissues to clean my breasts and upper body before pulling my T-shirt back on. "We'd better go now, I'll be late for dinner and you'll get the blame!"

I'd told my mother that I'd be home at six-thirty but didn't get there until six-forty, no matter how much I told Matthew that it didn't matter he insisted on taking me into the house so that he could apologise to my mother and father. My mother found that very endearing, especially considering the kinds of men that I'd met in the university so far.

Mother insisted on Matthew staying for dinner, I showed him to the bathroom so that we could wash our hands before dinner. "Sarah...I'm a little worried, will you make sure that you sit next to me and if I start to make a fool of myself kick me or something, for God's sake don't let me make a bad impression on your folks!"

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