The University of Colorado, Boulder.
Xander Coyne had made the drive in a car borrowed from his brother Fergus. His own car subject to auto repair after he and Stacy Puma damaged it during a sexual free for all on the hood and rooftop. His insurance rates were already through the roof.
Making the trek with him was his accomplice Stacy herself. Opting to try another Library away from Denver. He agreed on terms that she waited until he could meet with a Professor about an offer to join him on an Archaeological dig up North near Wyoming. He needed hands on study to complete his Master's degree. Sure! She said yes. She meant whatever.
The second Xander parked and headed inside Stacy abandoned the trusty Range Rover and headed across campus on foot. Book bag in hand. Laptop charged. Cam ready for an easy hookup. Toys galore.
On her journey guys from surrounding Frat houses were out in droves. Whistling at her in passing. School out for the afternoon. Guys drinking from kegs the second they got home from classes. Par for the course of most colleges.
Stacy chose to wear as little as possible yet not be arrested. A very snug black spandex mini skirt covered only her lower tummy and her inner thighs. Basically six inches top to bottom. Upper butt crack slightly visible, ass cheeks curvy and hiding just enough. Her blouse a gold halter with a deep V neck plunge that expressed her breasts openly all the way down to her belly button. The lower portion dangling just over her skirt front. With no bra her tits bounced about without effort. She loved this top. So did her admirers.
Outside of her central garments she wore black heels that had gladiator style straps that wove up her calves, stopping just short of her knees. To most people she looked like a hooker. To Stacy herself she just lived for the show. In her own way she made her money without picking guys up on some street corner. Doing her shows online did get graphic but not every single time was sex involved. That all depended on her mood and the challenges her viewers demanded. Financially lucrative challenges at that.
She had a rough guess at where the Library was, taking street notes as Xander located the building he was meeting a board of Instructors at. She wasn't planning on wasting her day waiting in a car. Besides she knew she couldn't always rely on her bodyguard. Here he was planning on leaving her for a month or more on some site upstate. Who needed him anyway?
"Well hello Boys." She acknowledges their commotion as she wiggles by. Hearing a multitude of testosterone crying out in need. She merely flutters her fingers with a beguiling smile. Reaching the street corner after strolling by two different Frat houses Stacy stops to get her bearings. Was her destination left or right?
"Crap. I thought I had my mental map memorized." She pivots to look behind her, shocked by the gathering of men standing on the sidewalk. They were stalking her from a distance. Any normal woman might have been frazzled by so many giving a visual chase. Not Stacy. More the merrier.
"Time to play the Pied Piper. Come on over rodents." She smirks.
Noting her feigned confusion a pair of Alpha Beta Males chose to offer their assistance. Trying to show off their swagger and buff management. Taking the time to reach her while she stood faking her lost pride.
"Need some help?" A short well groomed Blond with rippling muscles calls out.
"Maybe. Which way is the Library? I thought I knew."
They reach her after whispering between them. One offering insight toward her destination. The other who spoke more interested in her sexy ass body.
"Three blocks that way." He points left, "What Sorority are you a part of?"
"O You Beta Screw Me." She giggles then flips him off.
"Ohhh! She's got teeth." The Blond chuckles.
The other man laughing with a softer less intimidating grin, "I hear that Sorority has a lot to offer."
"It does. Their motto is put out or shut up." Stacy sneers.
"Daaaamn! Why does a girl so hot gotta be so pissy?" The Blond huffs.
"Not really. Just letting you know I can take care of myself."
"Going to the Library to study?" The thinner man questioned.
"Nope. I'll let the guys do the studying."
The two men narrow their eyes trying to comprehend.
"Thanks for the directions. Stalk me if you wanna."
She turns away wiggling her bottom for them to decide their next move. Before long eight of their Frat buddies were tagging along in a procession. She maintained her distance trying not to let them know she loved their trailing comments.
Three blocks later she locates the front entrance to the massive building known as the Boulder Library. It was larger than the public Library in Denver. She just hoped that their security was weak like Denver's was. Too much surveillance and eager Librarians could prove her downfall. Yet, without a challenge why bother. The big money was in the risk.
Entering a turnstile she moves on. Her followers one by one filing through to keep up with her. It was almost laughable how they chased after her. She had a hunch this might turn out to be one of her best online shows yet. Time would tell. Entering the core of the Library she discovered tables everywhere. Desks surrounding the walls on two sides. Sofas for relaxation while reading. Hundreds of bookcases filled with knowledge. As she strolled about she chose a possible location to call home. No video cameras in sight.
Shocked by their lapse in security she chocked it up to, "Who's going to steal a book?"
Ignoring her posse in hot pursuit she ended her journey at a desk that was empty. Scanning about before taking a seat she counted the inhabitants. Roughly 20 guys, 12 girls. A lone Librarian manning a reception desk beyond her immediate field of view. Surprisingly the Librarian was a male. A portly middle aged man with red hair and a receding hairline. He appeared withdrawn by his own computer. That would help her as long as nobody complained.
Of the many females in house they were congregating close together shrouded by men. The majority of guys spread out in tiny clusters. This would definitely prove to be a challenge. Before setting down she moved a cushioned seat in place of a regular opened back chair up to her chosen desk. The cushioned seat would blanket her better from behind.
Acknowledging her stalkers she blows them a kiss and parts her V cut blouse to reveal her left breast. In seeing her the group of Frat boys silently whistled. Choosing to remain less annoying as she predicted. The Blond started to walk her direction but she throws her hands up and motions him back. Then poising a finger as to wait. The man stopped cold in his tracks. Maybe he was smarter than he let on.
Stacy sits down and digs her laptop out. Scooting the existing desktop computer aside in order to have room to work. Plugging in and setting up her webcam she looks behind her and lifts it up for the Frat boys to see. This gave them a rough idea as to what her plans were. In her mind Stacy Puma arranged her onlookers as camouflage.
Again using her finger to cross her lips for silence she makes them wait. Giving her time to build her private chat room. Once she achieves 20 men willing to purchase her activities live she opens her cell program to create a payment plan. $500.00 for one hour anything goes. Her potential viewers given a brief tour of her surroundings before blocking them until she knows who has paid up and who hasn't. Of the 20 watchers only 2 were denied due to lack of payment. At $485.00 she accepts the money. She needed to get this show on the road. Xander would be calling and looking for her before long.
Stacy Puma was ready.
Xander Coyne had finally been called into his meeting. After sitting for forty minutes along with numerous other candidates for the Archaeological tenure in the field program. They had been called back one at a time. It was now Xander's turn.
"Mr. Coyne?" A lovely receptionist in her mid 20's garners his attention.
"That be me." He hops up and follows her through a set of doors to a conference room. Within sat 3 people. An older gentleman in his 60's. A middle aged man of 45. And lastly a stunning younger woman of 33.
"Good afternoon Mr. Coyne. Welcome." The eldest speaks up, " My name is Samuel Langstrom. My colleagues are Professor Cordell Proctor and Professor Maria Sonoma. Please be seated."
Xander seats himself across from Maria and tries not to stare. Her big brown eyes hard to miss. Her cleavage even more difficult to ignore. It was obvious that she had breast implants. Easily a 40D but perfectly poised. The brunette's smile infectious.
Langstrom waits for Xander to settle his nerves a bit before beginning, "As you know we are selecting a small number of students to join us in the field. This Institution only look for the best and brightest. You Sir are among the top tier recommendations out of Denver."
"Thanks for considering me. I'm definitely wanting hands on experience." He speaks accidently directing his words toward Maria. His eyes drawn to her breasts. Forcing her to blush. Catching his error he turns his attention toward the men with a bit of charisma. Luckily they had not caught on to his unexpected flirtations.
"Good. This assignment would mean a month to 45 days in rugged terrain. In by horseback, living in tents. Eating small portions on any given day. Work hours morning to sunset. Afraid to get your hands dirty?" Langstrom studies him.
"Oh no. I like getting dirty." His gaze again lost on the beautiful Hispanic woman until he swallows dryly, "Tents do not bother me. I can get up, stay up, stay hard. Work hard I mean."
He flares his eyes at how stupid he was acting. Maria contains her amusement with very little effort. She was elegant to be certain. Although tough when need be.
"Cordell and Maria here will oversee your daily performance and grade you upon your efforts. Should we choose you."
"Fine. I welcome the chance to learn from them. I hope to be given the opportunity to work closely with both of you. Guide me and make me a better man. I live for Archaeology. Boners are...bones are what I live for. Fossils I mean."
"You appear nervous." Maria narrows her eyes. Sitting up straighter in her seat for a vibrant lift of her breasts. She rather enjoyed making Xander sweat. Her eyes studying him with interest.
"I won't lie. I am. I'm really good at what I do. But, to be honest I'm not great with interviews. My grades and papers speak volume. I hope that's enough to earn your faith in me. All I need is fresh air and appropriate training."
"Maria here will train you on the forensics of anything we discover. Proper testing procedures. Dusting of target areas. The gentleness of necessity concerning lost artifacts." Cordell adds. The burly African American directing his attention to Maria herself. As his eyes were upon her Maria relaxes and becomes sterner in expression.
"Putty in my hands." She grins slyly, "So to speak."
Xander grins at her, "Sign language over speeches any day."
Relaxing, the interview took a deeper more serious tone. Xander impressing his future colleagues through a barrage of questions . Once the meeting was over Maria Sonoma stood up and walked him to the door. Knowing full well Xander was looking her over. In private she congratulates him on being accepted. It was her choice in the end.
Brightening up Xander realized who the true boss here was.
"Welcome aboard Xander."
