All parties involved are over 18 years of age, all acts described are between adults. Sex under the influence of alcohol and an unfair power dynamic is expressed in this story.
Heyyy guys! It's Lacey. This story is MUCH longer than usual, with less sex, but I realllly loved writing it. I hope you do toooo!!! Really loving all the feedback, and I am sorry about the erratic nature of the updates, but I promise the story will be finished. Not soon, but I won't abandon it! Mwah!!
The bar was crowded. I didn't think a lot of it, and it wasn't like I had spent much time in bars up to that point. I was a serious introvert, (a feature that would help me later on in life), so I didn't get out much. But, I do remember thinking that the bar seemed like it had too many people in it. I was sitting in a boothe, drinking a rum and coke, and trying to pretend like I actually enjoyed it. This place was notorious for not carding, but I had a fake just in case. Buck made sure I did. I was sitting with one of my professors, who was having an amaretto sour.
"You like this place? Come here often? I know it's popular with the students."
"It's fine, I have been a few times, sir." That was a lie.
"Oh, no need for that. This is more social than anything else. Call me Eric."
"Right...ummm... I don't go out too much, but I have been here, ya know once or twice."
"Right, no worries. That's pretty common for our field. Let's get you another round?"
He was my department head. Older than me, by over 15 years, but still young to manage a department in my eyes. I had gone my whole time in the same major, but never having taken one of his classes. Not because I was trying or anything, but it had just shaken out that way.
"Yeah, totally." (I hadn't really got the taste for alcohol yet, but I kept pretending."
"As I said in class, we don't get a lot of students here, go wombats..."
"Go wombats."
"...That actually major in our department. Other schools, sure, and even here, for their electives, yes plenty come through but not many major. So, when I saw you were one of the few, I wanted to get to know you."
"Uh heh, yeah. It can seem kinda niche..."
After the first day in class, he asked me to stay behind. Eric said that he wanted to get a drink with me, strictly for school purposes, because I said my major in the obligatory first day ice breaker session. Originally I envisioned coffee, but he wanted to go to a bar. She said something about how it's pretty normal between him and his graduate students, who he maybe would want me to be one day. Normally this wasn't my thing, but he seemed friendly and was going to be really important to my schooling, so I accepted.
"So, I already know where you are from, from the ice breaker. And your interesting fact...you won a year's worth of blow pops as a kid, right?"
"Right, heh, yeah. I guessed the number in the jar."
"Learn any special skills from that?"
"Uhhh...like what?"
"With gum."
"Oh, just blowing bubbles and snapping gum...I guess."
"Right. But, where you grew up. I've never been. Like it there? Close to your family?
"Honestly, si-, Eric, no. Heh, I kinda came here to escape. I'm not close with anyone back home. Small place, boring."
"I see. Well, you're in a much more open place now. But, with those out of the way, what do you like so much about our little field? What do you want to do after university?"
"Uhh...I mean it can be kinda boring, but there is excitement here and there. It's needed, and I like to think I am good at it. Seemed like a good way to make a living. And I don't really know...I thought maybe analysis? Probably government stuff before going private, you know for like...experience and connections. Maybe more certifications."
"All of that. That's why I went in, haha! Yeah, it's good work. More exciting that it seems, I promise. That's a close enough path to my own, I just realized I wanted more control. As in over how people see our work, how it is taught and conducted, so that led me to find out I was good at teaching. Lead me here."
"Oh you did it kinda like me? Or uhh how I want to?"
"Right. I still have plenty of those connections. Plenty of strings to pull. That's something open to all of us, not just those in our department, if they are good enough to get a shot. Just a little help getting noticed."
"That might be really helpful one day."
"We'll see. Another round?"
"Uhhh...sure."
"Hang on, you don't want another rum and coke. Right, let's get you..."
He waved over the bartender that had been taking care of us all night. The guy was skinny and looked as alt rock as he did gay. Torn up, skinny, black jeans above skater shoes, a blue tank top, two full sleeves of tats, piercings galore, and a green strip in his hair. But he was skinny, like just above the you should be concerned level. He looked at Eric and Eric only, save for a few dismissive glances my way when he took the order.
"Hey, I'll take a cider, and a Slutty Temple for my friend."
"Coming right up."
The bartender winked at my professor and took my two glasses and his one.
"Why the drink change?"
"Oh I could tell you didn't like the R&Cs. Your face is easy to read. R&Cs are often the "I don't like alcohol but I guess I'll try something sweet" go-to."
I blushed.
"Heh, yeah. But what was it... a Shirley-"
"Right. Slutty Temple. It's sweet, you'll love it. But just be honest with me. It's the best for a relationship. Working together. I always want to work with students who work for me, you understand."
"Uhhh Right. Sorry."
"Don't be, it's no big deal, and I learned something about you. And you'll expand your palette. Win-win, right."
"Yeah, I guess."
When the drinks arrived, I got a medium sized glass with red liquid, sparkling, and a couple of green cherries at the bottom, held in place by an umbrella. I wanted to try it, but I hesitated.
"Don't worry. I promise you, no one cares."
"What do you mean?"
"You are worried about being seen drinking a girly drink. No one cares. And even if they do, let them. I mean look at me, I am certainly not this bar's type."
He wasn't wrong. He looked like he had just come from class, save for his leather messenger bag he took everywhere on campus. He had a cream colored collared shirt, the thinnest corduroy blazer I had even seen, and slim fitting grey trousers. I, on the other hand, looked more like the scene I guess. I had jeans and black Converse, with a black hoodie and video game tshirt.
I took a sip of my drink. It was actually really good.
"Wow...okay..."
"See? I told you. Lot of things I can teach you."
"Yeah, heh, that's really good. I can't taste...whatever is in this. The alcohol I mean..."
"Right, they can be dangerous. Probably enough for you tonight if you are not much of a drinker. Hey, you play?"
"Huh?"
"You're shirt. You play?"
This was the first time someone had spoken to me about my interests outside of school and sex since what felt like forever, but definitely since I started here. We proceeded to talk about video games mostly, with other nerdy things too, for the next hour.He was really into a lot of the things I was, and told me about stuff that made me excited to look them up later. He was a deep fan and I got much more comfortable talking to him. We probably would have continued, but we were interrupted.
The bar quieted down after a voice on the speakers announced a show was about to begin.
"Come on, let's go watch!"
"Uhh, okay."
We moved into the crowd and got a decent view of the stage. I began to understand why there were so many people there that night. After a couple of minutes, fog started coming from behind the curtains, and we were introduced to 'Glaxia'. The curtains opened up and a woman in a green dress, faux antennae, a play jet pack like Buzz Lightyear, and a CCCP style plastic space helmet starts lip synching ET by Katy Perry. The lights were going off on the stage like a laser show, with mostly greens. I was not prepared for this, at all.