All characters are 18+ years of age. Thanks for reading!
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"Hey, Chandler." Taylor said, as she walked into the RA office to start her shift.
"Hi, Taylor." Chandler replied.
He stood up and put his phone in his back pocket before reaching down to grab his keys and sweatshirt off the desk he had been seated at.
"She's all yours. Have fun." He called out as he left the office and headed back to his dorm.
"Yeah, sure..." Taylor muttered under her breath.
She liked being an RA. It meant that she got a whole dorm to herself and she got a tuition reduction. However, there was one part of it that she wasn't so keen on. Every RA, (there were ten per dorm building) had to take shifts at the front office. Today, Taylor had the worst shift. She was scheduled for the night shift, which meant she would be stuck at this desk from 9:00 p.m. until 3:00 a.m. And on top of that, it was a Saturday night and this was the last way that she wanted to spend it. She glanced at the clock above the door.
'Great,' she thought. 'Five minutes down, thirty years to go.'
The first few hours were the busiest for Taylor. Any students entering the building after 10:30 were required to check in at the RA office. No one knew why really because it didn't mean anything if you were past 10:30 or not. It just meant that the RA on duty would have to type in a couple hundred student ID numbers for no reason. After midnight, though, things began to slow down. Taylor had found that from 12:30 to about three in the morning was a bit of a dead spot. The kids who weren't partying had already come in and the kids who were partying wouldn't be back until after her shift ended at 3:00.
Taylor only had to check in five kids for the next hour and figured her remaining time would probably be easy. She had become buried in her phone long ago and was pretty much checked out at this point.
"Check in." She called out, absentmindedly, as she saw the door open and someone come through.
She didn't really focus on them until the person stumbled through the office door. She looked up at the newcomer and realized quickly that he was quite drunk. He looked about ready to collapse right there and start snoring on the floor.
"Hellooo there, ma'am. Didjyou juss call me?" He slurred.
"I need you to check in." Taylor replied. "What's your student ID?"
"I don' have no ID number!" he said, loudly.
Taylor sighed.
"Every student has an ID number. Do you have your wallet? Keys? Anything?" She asked.
"Nope, I don'need those things." He said, teetering slightly.
"Fine," Taylor said, beginning to get annoyed. "What's your name? I'll look you up. And sit down before you fall and break your neck"
"I'm Zak." He replied and took a seat in one of the chairs lined against the wall.
"Zak...Zak what?" She asked.
"Zak." Was the only reply she got.
"I need your last name, too...hello...Yo!" She snapped and looked up from the computer on the desk.
Zak was passed out in the chair, head slumped forward and slouching down slightly. Taylor sighed and rested her head in her hands. She had two options right now. She could either help him back to his room and not mention the incident or she could call the campus police and have them take care of him. That, however, would mean that she would have to fill out a bunch of paperwork for the incident report and she would also be getting the guy in trouble. None of the RA's liked getting people in trouble. It just made people like them less. She finally decided to help him back to his room and not mention the incident to the head RA.
Taylor walked around the desk to try to wake him. For the first time, she got a good look at the guy. He was quite handsome, with short black hair and a rock-hard jawline. He had a bit of stubble on his face. It wasn't quite a beard but he obviously hadn't shaved in a few days. She tapped him on the shoulder and he groaned and opened his bloodshot eyes a crack.
"Come on I'm gonna help you to your room." She told him and helped pull him clumsily to his feet. Taylor was a shirt girl at 5'2 but he stood a good foot taller than her and she guessed he weighed close to double her 110 pounds. She suddenly had her doubts about her being able to get him to his room, but he seemed to be able to support most of his own weight with his arm around her neck. She wrapped her arm around his waist to help keep him up as well. She could feel his solid abs through his shirt and the arm around her shoulders felt like a steel beam of muscle. She gave his abs a quick rub before starting to lead him outside.
Taylor had just gotten the two of them out of the office when she realized that she still had no idea where his room was and also had no keys to get in there. Only the head RA had a master key to access any dorm. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn't just leave him here. If someone found out that she had just left a drunk student passed out in the office, she would be toast.
Taylor looked all around her and her eyes suddenly fell on her own dorm room which was about halfway down one of the hallways on the first floor. With no other options, she began to half-carry him to her room. She figured she could let him sleep there a little while until he was sober enough that he could get himself back to his own dorm.
The two of them reached her door and Taylor leaned the guy against the wall while she unlocked the door. Eventually, she managed to get him inside the room and onto her bed. He immediately went back to sleeping as soon as he lay down. Taylor took a deep breath and stretched her sore muscles. Her back arched, pushing out her breasts as her stiff spine cracked a couple times. With one last glance at the cute guy sleeping in her bed, Taylor closed the door to her room and walked back to the RA office to finish her shift.
3:00 a.m. finally came which meant that Taylor's shift was up. Hers was the last one of the night so she collected her drawstring backpack and phone before closing and locking the office door behind her. She anxiously walked back down the hallway to her room. She hoped the guy was awake by now and she could send him off to his own dorm, but it had only been about two hours since he had gone to sleep so she doubted that he would be anywhere near awake.
Sure enough, when Taylor opened the room, he was still passed out on her bed. He had shifted from his side to his back and his t-shirt was now in a crumpled heap on the floor. Taylor picked up the shirt and folded it neatly and placed it on her dresser at the foot of her bed. Her gaze lingered at his muscular chest for a few moments before she turned back to her own desk and put her bag on top of it.