Veespering to the Professor
1.
ProfessorXxX:
I have a lot of fantasies, but you are halfway around the world.
Veesper
: Well... one day, perhaps.
ProfessorXxX
: Perhaps.
He could feel his heart beat faster as he slowly turned his attention away from the dim light of his laptop. He has been chatting with Veesper for quite a while now and this was the first time he began telling her how much he lusted after her.
Veesper, as she called herself, was a "sex worker" who lived in the U.S.A. Of course, she was not all that
appropriate
about who she was and what she did. She enjoyed her profession, she took pride in fulfilling needs and desires of people and she was damn good at it. She called herself stuff like "whore" and "hooker," which made him tickle inside. Her uncaring attitude, her tattoos, her seductive smile, her leather jackets, boots, bright red lipstick and even her nail polish. All made her stand like a sex goddess, irresistible, at the very least, to him.
Alex, on the other hand, seemed like a completely different person. He was a married professor who lived a rather calm life. He was teaching in a university in Australia, lived in Sydney's suburbs and, his life was essentially eventless. Too eventless. The word "unfulfilling" didn't even began describing his sex life. His wife, who was also a professor at another university, came home only every other weekend. That left a little time for sex—and in that time, they were mostly trying to catch up with their research and their teaching schedules. They had no time for sex, kids, going out—in other words, life.
Consequently, Alex created this online persona "ProfessorXxX," where he could explore his sexuality without actually physically touching anyone. His sexuality, his fantasy world, was vast. He loved raunchy, dirty, rough, sex—the stuff his wife would roll her eyes when Alex showed her.
This is what Veesper meant to him. An escape, a flirt. He could look at her and fantasize his brains out. And it was okay. Not only it was okay, in his fantasies, Veesper would rock his world, she would want it harder, rougher, faster.
He came across Veesper's website as he was researching online expressions of sexuality for his book. Then her email. Then her messenger. It all started quite innocent. He told her about his project. She was intrigued and interested. As they talked more, as the conversation always revolved around sex, he began opening up, just like she began telling about herself and her story. He was secretly drooling over her, she was beginning to be impressed by his intelligence day by day. And it came down to that moment when he couldn't just let it pass as an implied, tacit assumption of their chat sessions. He wanted her, and that was that. He wanted to fuck her in ways she couldn't imagine. He wanted to take her in every way he wasn't able to take anyone for past he-didn't-remember-how-many-years.
But, and there was always a "but" for him, he was in Australia and she was in the USA. He was an overworked, underpaid professor. She was an amazing woman he believed he was never ever going to be able to touch.
Veesper
: So, how are your studies coming along, 'professor'?
He heard his laptop beep the next day in his office. It was Veesper, asking about his work. If only she knew how much he imagined her, saw her in his fantasies, right there, on her knees. In his fantasies, she was obedient. She only said "yes professor" or "as you say, professor" or "whatever you want, professor" and phrases of that nature. Before getting lost in his fantasies, he replied.
ProfessorXxX
: They are coming along just fine. Quite stressful though. I have no idea what to do about my back.
Veesper
: Oh I have some ideas.
ProfessorXxX
: Do you now? What kind of ideas do you have?
Veesper
: That is for me to know, and for you to find out, professor.
ProfessorXxX
: ...
ProfessorXxX
: You are cruel.
Veesper
: Oh? Have I been bad?
ProfessorXxX
: Very, very bad. I am going to have to give you a proper spanking.
Veesper
: Mmmm. Professor. I wish. I am soaking wet right now.
ProfessorXxX
: Well, I have a student waiting outside the door. So, you have fun. Bad girl.
Veesper
: Oh I wish it was me, professor. I would beg on my knees and do everything you told me for a good grade.
ProfessorXxX
: Hush. Bye!
And just like that, he logged off the chat. He really did not have a student waiting outside his door. But he couldn't take Veesper talking like that. He did not want to read those lines from a woman he admired so much and knew he wasn't going to be able to even touch. It was plain torture.
It was not just a week after this exchange, and some others, he received the following email:
Call for Papers:
The society for the study of language and culture is now accepting applications for its 28
th
annual international conference, which will be held in University of Southern California between September 14
th
and 18
th
. You can submit abstracts, panel proposals or workshop sessions. The deadline is 15
th
of June. All inquires, including proposals, should be sent to Dr. Jolanda Hastings.
Intriguing, he thought. He wondered if the school had any funding. He checked where the University of Southern California was located. Los Angeles. He wondered where Veesper lived. He noticed she was online.
ProfessorXxX
: Where do you live in the USA?
Veesper
: LA.
ProfessorXxX
: Interesting. Because, in a couple of months, there is a slight possibility I might be there.
Veesper
: Oh?
ProfessorXxX
: There is conference in the University of Southern California. If I can get funding from my university, I can be there for a week or so.
Veesper
: So, you will get funding for my fees as well?
ProfessorXxX
: : ) If you behave.
Veesper
: You mean 'mis'behave?
ProfessorXxX
: You are a bad girl. I am going to have to teach you a lesson or two once I am there.
Veesper
: I might enjoy that.
ProfessorXxX
: You WILL enjoy it.