Chapter One: Becoming A Whore
A soft breeze rustled the long red hair of a young woman as she ran through the campus. Somewhere, a bell tolled once – it was already one. She was late for her exam. She started to sprint, the wind waving her skirt back and forth. Dodging other students and professors on the crowded sidewalk, she arrived at her lecture hall. She nervously peeked through the double doors. The seats were filled and the exams had been handed out. 200 other students rustled through their papers and chewed their #2 pencils.
The professor looked up as he heard the door creak open. He walked over to the red head, motioning to the lobby. The girl swallowed hard. "Name?"
"Molly Efferson." The professor stared down at her. She was not a very tall person. She was often mistaken for a high-school student, and yet, here she was, 18, a freshman in college. The professor on the other hand was tall, maybe over 6 feet. He was a brooding, middle aged man who never allowed you to enter class late.
"Well, Miss Efferson, it looks as though this will be a zero in the gradebook." Molly shook her head.
"Oh God, please don't. I can't afford to take this class over. I need it for my major. Just let me take it."
"If I let you take it, I would have to let any student who came in late take it. And where would I be then?" He crossed his arms. Molly started to cry into her hands.
"I'll do anything, Dr. Morgan, just let me come to your office and take. I need to be able to pass this class."
The professor frowned. "Today, 4 pm. Be prepared for the exam and I will make you do a few chores too."
Molly raised her head from her hands. "Oh thank you sir. Thank you so much! I well be there then!"
The building was already deserted. It was a Friday afternoon, most classes were done by 3 and professors practically evacuated campus after that. Molly walked down the hallway, her sneakers squeaking on the waxed, tiled floor. She arrived at his office and knocked. A rustling inside, a few seconds beat, and a voice shouted for her to enter.
She opened the door and stepped inside, waiting in the doorway. Dr. Morgan looked flushed, as though he had been caught in the act of something. "Take a seat." He motioned to a desk and chair in the middle of the room. The exam lay on it. "You have the same amount of time as everyone else, one hour." Once she was settled he stared at the clock and said "begin."
Dr. Morgan watched her start, first looking over the problems. He looked her over, first starting at her face, scrunched up in confusion. She was cute though. She had long, curly red hair that fell to her shoulders and framed her chest. He knew that chest. He had the tendency to stare at it during lectures; she always wore a low-cut shirt. He then moved down after a moment of admiring her cleavage to her hands. Small, yes, but they looked soft and well taken care of. Next came his favorite part. His eyes flickered down to below the desk and he felt a twinge in his pants. She was wearing tiny, lace panties. She hadn't crossed her legs and he had a nice view of them. He felt his pants become tighter as he watched the clock. He tried to distract himself, organizing the papers on his desk, the pencils in his drawers.
Finally he heard movement. Molly was standing up, ready to pass in her exam. He smiled. "All finished?"
She gave a nod. "Some I just wasn't sure about, but others I know I got right."
"Good girl. Now, about those chores. I asked the janitor not to come in tonight, so if you would please clean the windows and sweep the floor, that would be wonderful. I'm afraid you're going to have to stand on a chair to get the top windows, though."
Molly looked around the office. "I can do that sir."
