[All characters appearing in this work are over the age of 18. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
Chapter 2
Sasha finished pulling the left thigh high stocking onto her leg. Her supple but muscular thighs were so pale but they contrasted perfectly with the black silk fabric she slipped over them. She stood up from her bed and admired her reflection in the mirror. Her red shirt ended just below her belly button, showing off just a little bit of her pale, smooth tummy. Her black skirt ended just below her ass and revealed an exciting amount of skin before her black thigh highs squeezed the soft flesh of her long, slender legs. She had exchanged her previous skirt for something a little more revealing in preparation for her meeting with Professor Sterling.
She ran a hand through her silky black hair and tossed it to the side as she stepped over to her desk. She pulled the flash drive with all her project data from her laptop and placed it in the small purse sitting in the chair. She picked up the purse and walked out of her room.
She could hear Maria's shower running as she walked out of the dorm room. A ghost of a smile passed over her face as she remembered the little show that minx put on for her earlier that afternoon.
It was a quick walk from the student wing of the main building to the smaller satellite building on campus where the faculty offices were located. While the building was small in comparison to the large building lurking just south, the postmodern architecture was beautifully designed and surrounded by beds of flowers and large oak trees. The professor's offices were as luxuriously well kept as the student's living spaces. The Institute had money to spare, after all.
Sasha strode through the front sliding glass door and walked down the right hallway to the door at the end of the corridor. Beside the door, a matte black nameplate reading "
208 - Jason Sterling, Ph.D."
shone with a clear polish. The door was already open, and she saw her professor sitting at his desk facing the door. He was busy poring over a research paper, probably from one of his freshman classes she imagined. He hadn't noticed her approach and she took a moment to admire his concentrated features before knocking twice on the door panel.
He looked up with wide eyes. "Ms. Blackwood! Please come in, have a seat."
She stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. The walls were lined with bookshelves packed to the brim with a variety of texts. His desk was littered with books and papers strewn here and there. His disorganization made him seem almost more human to her. She fought back a grin as she sat in one of the two soft leather seats in front of his desk. "I hope now is a good time?"
"Oh, it's perfectly fine." He said, gesturing to the paper at his desk. "This one is still having trouble remembering to use APA citations." He grinned, rolling his eyes.
She laughed, a hand coming up to cover her wide smile. "Well I don't envy you at all then."
"So, what do you have for me?" asked Jason.
She reached into her purse and pulled out the light purple flash drive. She reached over the desk and placed it in his outstretched palm, her thumb lightly brushing against his index finger as she withdrew her hand.
"Let us take a look then." He said, standing and walking towards the back of the office to his multi-monitor computer station. His standing desk had several notebooks and research articles strewn about but it wasn't entirely unkempt. He plugged her USB into the CPU and waited for the window to pop up with her files.
"The spreadsheets with our pivot tables are under the JPS 348 folder." She said, sidling up beside him to see the monitors.
He closed his eyes for just a second, enjoying the scent of her perfume and shampoo. She was standing closer than was appropriate for this situation.
He cleared his throat. "Found 'em."
As he pulled up her group's data, a subroutine installed on her flash driveβprogrammed to activate upon its next connectionβstarted fulfilling commands. It began to copy and store all of Jason's files, metadata, emails, passwords and essentially everything else stored on the hard drive. She grinned to herself and placed a hand on his bicep.
"You know," he said, trying to keep an even tone, "Everything you have here seems to be more than enough for your presentation to the community partners."
She gazed up at him innocently. "Maybe you can print off those spreadsheets and we can take a closer look? I can show you easier if I have something in my hands." She squeezed his arm just a little.
"I don't see why not," Jason said, a faint tremor in his voice. He selected the appropriate data she wanted him to look at and sent the command to his printer. He printed out copies for each of them.
He handed her a copy and guided her to the loveseat located on the side of the room. It was the perfect size for two people and a glass coffee table sat in front of it. Sasha sat down and crossed her legs. She felt her shirt drifted up just a little higher exposing her cute belly button. Jason let out a small sigh and ran a hand through his hair, thoroughly distracted at this point.
"Do you want something to drink? Water...tea?" he asked.
She cast her eyes sideways as her lips turned slightly upwards. "Honestly, a beer would be great right about now."
"Fuck, you're telling me," he replied before realizing. His eyes flashed open in surprise at what he said before chuckling to himself and shaking a finger at her. "You're going to get me in trouble, aren't you?" She said nothing but grinned at him mischievously.
"Do you mind if I take my shoes off?" she asked.
"Not at all," he replied. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
She smiled at him and slid off her black heels, placing them to the side of the couch. She curled up on her side of the couch and folded her deliciously toned legs beneath her. She saw him force himself to take his eyes away from the part of her thighs that were exposed.
He walked over to his main desk and sat in his chair. He spun around to face the micro-fridge that was hooked up beneath his desk. He pulled two Red Stripes off the bottom shelf and popped the cap off with the bottle opener magnetized to his fridge.
When he turned back around and walked towards her with the beers, she could see the look of smug satisfaction on his face when she opened her mouth in surprise. She was honestly kidding when she suggested beer, but was more than happy that he'd taken her seriously.