Scott Greg returned from his trip to Montreal exhausted yet exhilarated at the same time... not from the corporate governance talks that stifled the enjoyment of his days, but from the vivid nightlife. His old friend, Jack O'Donnell, had shown him a great time as promised. Jack's new (and possibly last) girlfriend Carolyna had some great dinner parties with her mix of gorgeous, exotic professional friends. While reminiscing about law school days with Jack and flirting with beautiful, intelligent women was good, it was the amazing escapade with Ms. Caramel that kept a smile on his face even a week later.
Scott was surprised just to get a lap dance from the ebony stripper, and was shocked when it rapidly escalated to rough sex. He had never found himself attracted to black women before, yet now he found he could barely keep his eyes off of them. Just imaging Ms. Caramel's pouty, dark lips on his white cock gave him a hard on. Unfortunately, the prissy lawyer from his company's corporate finance department was not impressed. Scott had ditched her to hang out with his friend all week and now he was daydreaming next to her with an obvious hard-on. She spent the weeknights drinking in the hotel bar getting hit on by annoying lawyers from across the country. Half of them were married, which did nothing to improve her demeanor.
"See you Monday!" was all Scott could say as they parted ways in the airport. 'What a bitch!' he was thinking to himself. 'Thank god I can get home and relax without her gloomy presence.' No doubt he'd hear about ditching her for months to come.
After the cab-ride home, Scott collected a week's worth of mail from the jam-packed mailbox. "Bill, bill, bill... aw shit!" He came across an envelope from Saint Mark's University, his old alma mater. The school emblem was all it took to remind him he had volunteered to teach, part-time, some introductory corporate law course. The partners at the firm thought it would be great to have the inside scoop on up-and-coming talent at the premiere law school on the East Coast. Once they got into Law School itself, there was a battle for talent, but if they could get the cream of the crop as the seeds were being planted they may get ahead of the competition.
Dear Mr. Greg, blah, blah, blah. Starting Monday... Did he read that right? Monday! Jesus, how could they tell him Friday he had to start Monday? As he read on, he saw why... considering the letter was dated three weeks ago. Great! Now his whole weekend would be blown getting on the university server, downloading the student list, course requirements... So much for relaxing!
By Monday morning, Scott was ready for another weekend. His Saturday and Sunday were blown preparing for Monday evening's class. While he wasn't the worst public speaker, it'd been ages since he had to even make a presentation. Chapter one of the textbook was soooo boring to boot. God, how did he make it through this the first time? Luckily for Scott, the higher-ups had expected he'd need some extra time to prepare for the class and gave him the day to prepare in the office. As expected, his inboxes (both email and physical) were stuffed and that day was a complete write-off. Not a single billable hour, but at least he got his desk tidied up as he'd already prepared for the night's class.
After a quick supper, Scott made his way to Saint Mark's. A cool January evening, it was actually nice swinging in and parking in his old secret spot, up a tree-lined side street. Locking the doors to his Lexus, Scott grinned. He'd never have guessed he would be where he was now, back in the day. He used to park his old Ford Tempo here, clueless as to what he'd do with his life, working part-time at more odd jobs than he cared to remember. Now he was an up-and-coming professional with a great car, a condo, no woman... but hey, some things don't change. Maybe he could inspire some students to get their own acts together, who knows? 'Don't get too excited, this is just an intro course,' he thought.
The old campus hadn't changed at all, although Scott didn't remember the girls dressing that sexy when he was here especially not in the dead of winter. God, he'd never have gotten anything done if they had. After locating his classroom, Scott settled in. Relatively small, an evening class with only 30 or 40 students with a wired up classroom, Scott felt right at home. It was just like a big boardroom.
Students trickled in and Scott surveyed them. Sitting with his feet on the desk and his arms behind his head, Scott assumed a pensive look vaguely facing the classroom door. Two amazingly cute blondes (seemingly absorbed in an unspoken competition to see who could look and act more like Paris Hilton) were first in the door. Sitting down, they smiled and waved at him before turning their attention to their cell phones. Some serious looking East Indian guys, who sat at the very back, but stared intensely at him, made him somewhat uneasy. Then, in walked Adena Abdel and Scott drew his feet back from the desk and almost fell out of his chair in the process.
Adena was dressed impeccably in a black pantsuit and white blouse. While it was a conservative outfit, her 38DD breasts were practically oozing out of her top. Her blue-black hair was up in some fashion of Asian-style bun with pins that could easily double as chopsticks. Dark rimmed glasses added to her sophisticated look, but did nothing to hide her dark, beautiful eyes.
"Hello Professor! I'm Adena Abdel," Adena said firmly, grinning slightly, but politely as she held out her hand. Scott rose uneasily and took her hand.
"Hi, um, Mr. Greg is fine. I'm not really a professor" Scott replied, shaking her hand. Just the sensation of the soft skin of her hand and the wisp of her perfume was intoxicating.
"Mr. Greg then, nice to meet you," Adena said, smiling widely. Her beautiful smile and full lips were glistening with some kind of gloss. Unable to resist the natural urge to gaze at her entire body, Scott's eyes drifted south. "Such strong hands..." Adena trailed off as she caught Scott gazing, ever so briefly, at her cleavage.
Scott realized a second too late that he was staring at Adena, before returning his gaze to her deep and mysterious eyes. Raising an eyebrow and winking almost imperceptibly, Adena turned to find a seat. Walking away, she looked as amazing as she did coming in. Accompanying her amazing breasts, her full and shapely thighs strained at the thin material of her pants. She was obviously wearing a thong or (gulp!) nothing under the pants as her perfectly round ass swayed side to side on her way up the aisle.
Practically drooling now, Scott stared as she walked away. With hands in his pockets, he could feel his cock twitch and harden.
For her part, Adena walked away stone-faced. Such a sexy professor! He obviously liked what he saw. She could just imagine him staring at her ass right now. Between her high heels, her thong, and that sashay she learned when she was sixteen, that poor man didn't have a chance. Then...
"Pervert!" coughed one of the blondes as the pair of wanna be starlets started giggling. Scott's stomach was turning. God, what was he doing? He had to teach this class for four freakin' months! Losing control on day one: not good. That and how the hell could this Adena fall into his lap now? It had been over a week and still he couldn't get Ms. Caramel out of his head. Now he'd have to face this fantasy two times a week and look her in the eye!
Adena, for her part, stopped short of her destination and turned to the ditz with a look of vile disgust. "If you know what's good for you, little girl, you will NOT say ANYTHING like that again." She then turned around and took a seat in the first row, directly in front of little Miss Hilton.
