Mia Bawden rose from the couch a walked over to the desk as she thought more about this new wrinkle in her plans. She wanted to be the co-chair of the department--now that Joe Murphy had returned there would be real competition for the spot. To make matters worse, a great deal of her time and effort would be diverted by a grievance filed by a female student in her class last semester. Monica Seles was complaining about her grade. She wouldn't be able to use sex to get her way this time. Since the student wasn't a male, she had to find another way of defusing her little problem. She sat at the desk and stared at the door for a long time. She would have to touch base with Monica again in the very near future. The last thing she wanted was to weaken her power base with the Dr. Lavery.
Monica hinted that she was sleeping with Dr. Lavery during the last conference Mia had with the little co-ed. Monica thought she could control Lavery, thus Mia through the dangerous liaison. What Monica didn't know was that Mia was far better and more experienced at this game. Having a great body, and not being afraid to use it, Mia had been very successful at implementing her agenda at the college. Dealing with Monica all summer would definitely effect her chances landing the co-chair position in the English Department. That was something she could not afford. It seemed that David Lavery needed to be straightened out. She reached for the phone to call Lavery's office, but hesitated and dropped the phone back into its cradle. She smiled at herself in the mirror and decided that this would be a personal visit. Maybe sex could help her after all. Besides a little tumble with the bookish Dr. Lavery might just be fun, if not challenging.
Mia got up from the desk and walked over to her personal executive bathroom. This small little amenity was one of the many perks she demanded in her recent bevy of power moves. Mia always got what she wanted. She glanced at herself in the mirror as she open the closet. Her make-up would need a small amount of touch-up, but her outfit needed major overhaul for the best advantage. Mia devoutly believed in dressing for success. She slipped out of her clothing and shoes and admired her lean body in the mirror. It resembled carved ivory. Her fair complexion and jet black hair made men melt. She prided herself on her slim attractive figure and worked hard to keep it. Ninety minutes in the gym every day kept all her curves in the right places. She chose not to use the tan beds, preferring her white body, contrasted by raven hair.
Mia removed her white bra, slip, panties, and plain hose. She then selected her most alluring, black-lace underwear. She pulled the sheer black stockings and garters over her shapely legs, smiling at the thought of David trembling as he tried not stare up her dress. She pulled her short red skirt and blouse off the hanger and squeezed into the tight fabric. The outfit was complemented by a pair of two inch red pumps that accented the contours of her enticing body. She walked back and forth in the small room watching her seductive movement. The muscles in her shapely legs and firm buttocks moved in a sultry dance as her hips rotated with each stride. She practiced the walk that had been the Achilles heel to many a fallen man in her path to glory and power.
Mia did a cursory freshening of her make-up and hair. She knew that David's eyes would never linger long in that area. She locked up her office and checked to make sure that Helen had switched on the voice-mail properly. As she leaned over Helen's desk she saw a paper-back novel resting on top of some unfinished correspondence. A crooked grin crossed her face as she thought about catching that woman mumbling her excuses for reading her little book instead of doing her job. Then she would be finished with the trivial hag forever. Mia turned off the lights and slunk down the hall toward David Lavery's office. A sly smile played across her ruby red lips.
The commons area was deserted. His light was on in the office. He was working late. They would have the entire floor of the building to themselves. Mia smiled as she quietly slipped into his office, closing and locking the door. She looked around his small office. His modest den was barely half the size of hers despite the fact he'd been there eight years longer than her. David was the traditional professor who had a drive for his study only. He had no ambition for professional advancement. David had a love only for his books. He was currently buried nose deep in one of musty volumes as she stood quietly watching him.
Mia prowled over to him and leaned on the edge of his desk. She crossed her arms akimbo and waited for him to notice her. It didn't take long. His gaze started at her red shoes and slowly steered up her long shapely legs, to her round hips and narrow torso, and lingered at her full round breasts. After a moment he looked up at her face and smiled.
"Hello, Mia."
"Hi." She smiled and bit the tip of her tongue playfully as she sat on the desk and slowly crossed her unending legs.
David's eyes ran the full length of her well-defined calves and what was now exposed of her exquisite thighs as the already short skirt rode up higher on her legs.
"David. I need a favor," Mia began.
"Yes?" David responded as he peered at the black lace of her garter that slid beneath the hem of he skirt when she shifted and leaned towards him.
"I need you to do something for me," Mia continued as she slid from the desk and walked behind him. Her hands moved across his shoulders and neck. With one long red fingernail she traced his jawline to the nape of his neck and bent to whisper in his ear.
"Mia, you know I'll do anything for you. Just name it."
"I am having a small problem with a student at this campus. I think she is in one of your classes," Mia seemed to purr in his ear softly.
"Yes?" David nearly trembled as Mia's lips brushed against his ear when she whispered.
"I would like to have her put on probation." Mia mewled in a silky, but husky voice.
"Why?" David asked trying to shake the spell he felt himself being engulfed by.
"I. Am. Hmmm. . ." Mia voice ruffled like satin blowing in the wind. Her hands began to slide down David's chest and inside his jacket.
"She is stalking me. For some reason she sees me as a threat to her relationship with," Mia paused for the effect, "you of all people. She has made a number of innuendos about having a `consenting' relationship with you. Of course, I'm sure its nothing but a school-girl fantasy. I mean after all, what would a grown man like you want with a little girl like Monica?" Mia let her words slide in perfect timing with her hands as she continued to fondle him.
"She actually said that to you?"
"It was implied," She said in a matter-of-fact tone that some how flowed out in a sexy and husky voice.
"Stalking?" David asked incredulously.
