Authors note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Introduction:
Welcome to Rutwell College.
A place of learning. A stepping stone for all who enter its halls in the great journey of life.
For over two centuries, students at Rutwell have found themselves growing, stretching their limits, encouraged to try new experiences, to embark on paths they never considered before.
In these lecture halls and libraries, this haven of scholarship, the faculty find fresh minds to mould, empty vessels looking to be filled. Youth and experience coming together in creative and unexpected ways with astonishing results.
As the motto of the college says, 'Mens Aperta, Corpus Saturatum'... 'Open Mind, Sated Body'.
Chapter 1:
The image of the screen continued to flicker, the two viewers shifting uncomfortably in their chairs as they watched on.
The scene had been playing out for about twenty minutes now and seemed to be drawing to a close. A young, very attractive brunette was lying on a bed, staring up at the ceiling when the camera recording it all looked to have been fixed in place. Naked and sweating, her slender frame writhed in ecstatic abandon. A dark-skinned individual was the conjuror behind the pleasures that had the young woman mewling with delight. His identify was a mystery, a red ski mask obscuring his face from the moment he'd walked into the camera's field of vision. Eventually the two viewers were 'treated' to the finishing strokes of the pornographic drama, the black male pulling out an impressively sized member, depositing wads of semen on the stomach of the young woman.
The screen blinked into blackness as an older white woman, perhaps fifty years of age, leaned forward to turn it off. Her once blonde hair had now become snow white and she wore it in a short sensible pixie cut with a side swept fringe. The change in her natural hair colour was one of the few signs of her age, her skin remaining relatively wrinkle free bar a few at the corners of her mouth and eyes that the other person in the room felt were more the result of her stern demeanour rather than the steady advance of time.
That other person now sat back in his chair, surreptitiously adjusting his pants so as to not reveal the results of the highly charged sex scene on his now erect cock. Calvin Weeks was the head of security for the Rutwell college campus and had in fact been hired by the woman sitting opposite him, Ms. Thompson, an administrator in Admissions. An incident involving his daughter who was also a student at the college had brought the two of them into contact and the result had been Calvin being taken on.
(See Rutwell College Chronicles Ch. 02).
The handsome black man raised an eyebrow now that the show was over, silently questioning why he'd been asked to sit quietly through it all.
"Disgusting I know," Ms Thompson finally broke the silence. "Still, I felt you needed to see it so as to fully understand my concerns."
"Concerns?"
"The... ahh... the young woman who took such an active role is Megan Richards, a student here.
(See Rutwell College Chronicles Ch. 01).
The film was discovered on a memory stick in the Audio-Visual department by a lecturer there. Thank God they had the sense to bring it to my attention immediately." Whatever else Calvin might think of this woman, he'd never fault her commitment to the college and the students attending it. He knew very little of her personal history, although he was aware that even though she styled herself as Ms. Thompson she was in fact married. There was some talk around the faculty that her husband had long suffered from a debilitating illness. Whatever strains and pressures that might have caused, she never gave less than a hundred percent to her job and as a man who prided himself on having a professional work ethic, Calvin could only feel respect for her.
"A student involved and evidence found on campus, that suggests the second individual is also a student?"
"Yes, my thoughts exactly Mr. Weeks. That young Megan was aware she was being recorded is undeniable," they had both seen the young brunette smiling at the camera. "The fact that one of these... sex tapes... is potentially floating around is intolerable. You are probably not aware, no reason you should be, but her parents are very prominent in the legal profession and if this was to get out into the realm of the general public, I don't doubt but they'd hold this institution to account."
"Yes, that's the way of things now isn't it. Find someone else and set the blame at their feet, in this case, the college."
"But I, we, won't let that happen, will we Mr. Weeks?"
"As you say Ms. Thompson. As you say. So, you want me to track down this other person, make sure that any and all evidence is destroyed?"
"Exactly that. However, given the sensitivity of what occurred, perhaps if you could leave Megan out of things?"
"Well, that makes things more difficult but I'll try without her involvement for the moment, if I don't get any leads, you may have to change your mind."
"Thank you, Mr. Weeks," Ms Thompson rose smoothly to her feet and extended her hand. "I knew I could rely on you."
"Pleasure, Ms Thompson." Calvin shook her hand. Every time he met her; he found himself struck by the contrasts in her. Physically she could bring stirring emotions out in him, her statuesque five-foot ten-inch figure with gravity defying bosom screamed 'amazonian queen'. But her business-like manner and robotic adherence to rules often left him cold. He wasn't the only one on campus to feel that way, her nickname of 'The Ice Queen' was well known. He plucked the memory stick from the port on the laptop and left to begin his enquiries.
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Calvin had already formulated a plan of action before he left Ms. Thompson's office. He'd noticed the file on the memory stick had a date and time associated with it. The fact that it had been discovered in the Audio-Visual department led him to suspect that the camera used in the making of the sex tape had been acquired there as well. That college property had been utilized in this manner would no doubt enrage Clara Thompson even further. Which was why he hadn't mentioned his suspicions, not until he had some concrete proof in the matter.
There was one student in the equipment room of the AV department when Calvin strolled in. Unlike the rest of the campus police, Calvin didn't wear a uniform, his position as its head allowed him some leeway on the dress code. It also helped to put people at ease when he spoke to them. A hoodie and jeans were a lot less intimidating than a formal uniform and badge.
"Can I hel... oh, Mr. Weeks, what are you doing here?" The young man's face was drawing a blank until he limped away from the projector he was working on, a bulb in his hand. Calvin remembered him now, a mugging victim from about six months before, just as Calvin was starting in on his new job. Some junkie from the city had figured on the campus being full of easy marks. This particular 'mark' was called James Logan, a teaching assistant, and in the course of the robbery he'd been pushed off the sidewalk, taking a nasty clip from a passing car. Calvin wasn't sure if the limp was permanent but it had jogged his memory.
"James, how are you? Been a second."
"As you see me. Mending a little bit more every day."
"Glad to hear it. Listen, I need some help tracking down AV equipment. Anyone taking anything from here needs to sign it out right?"
"Absolutely, absolutely. There are thousands of dollars' worth here, can't have every wannabee Scorsese from the film department dipping in for cameras or mics. We'd have no way of tracking them down otherwise."
