Whenever a girl like Samantha set her eyes on someone, it was practically a done deal. With her fiery red hair and piercing blue eyes, she was simply irresistible.
It was no wonder she was the darling of the sorority. She always raised the most money for fundraisers too. That striking beauty she had. That witty personality. That natural glow she possessed.
The juxtaposition of Samantha was that she preferred women to satisfy her seemingly insatiable lust. Her favorite was first-timers. Women who had never been with other women before. Samantha was obsessed with that feeling. That rush she got from being the first to open up another woman to sapphic pleasures. She would sweet talk her way in, use her charm and beauty, then trade pleasure for pleasure.
In the middle of the current semester, she had decided that her next target would be the history teacher. Oh yes, she had set her sights on Professor Greene. What made Professor Greene such an attractive target was that she always presented herself in a well-mannered and educated way.
Just the kind of thing Samantha was craving for.
As Samantha sat in the back of the lecture hall for History 235, she meticulously formulated her plan while the professor was giving a presentation to nearly a hundred students. The professor used slides from a small projection booth in the back of the large hall, where all the lights were turned off. Every so often the professor would have to walk to the small booth and change the slides in order to carry on with the lecture.
It was then that Samantha had finalized her seduction strategy.
On that particular day, Samantha wore leggings and her hair was a sexy mess, because she didn't give a shit that morning. Either way, she always looked effortlessly gorgeous. Most importantly, she was wearing her large red sorority sweater, which was perfect in order to set the plan in motion.
Class was over and the students made their way out. Samantha stayed behind while the professor collected the slides in the back of the room. That was when Samantha made her approach.
"Fascinating stuff," Samantha complimented. "Who knew the Renaissance period produced so much romantic artwork?"
Professor Greene smiled, "I didn't know much about this until I went to college, either."
"Then we have a lot in common."
"Seems like it," the professor politely agreed and gathered all her slides.
It was time for Samantha to make her move. "Speaking of which, we're doing more charity work for the sorority. I'd love to have you join us."
"Oh? How can I be of service?"
"Well, we're having a dunk tank," Samantha said, batting her eyelashes and giving her red hair a quick toss for added effect. "You know what that is, right?"
Professor Greene laughed. "Oh no! Not this again. I've had my fair share of dunk tanks over the years."
"Yes, but ours is going to specific charities."
Samantha listed the charities which went to various local programs. Clearly it was having an influence on the professor.
"How can I refuse?" Professor Greene smiled.
"Great! I'll let the girls know that you'll be one of the professors this year. I'm sure your students will be thrilled."
"I hope this event happens before grades come out. Or else I'll have a long line of students waiting to dunk me in a cold pool."
Samantha waved her hand. "The event is in two weeks. I'll guide you through the whole thing. Consider us
charity buddies
."
"Hmmm...I like the sound of that."
"But of course, being partners implies a give-and-take," Samantha added. "So I'd be happy to return the favor, in exchange for your participation."
"Anything in mind?" Professor Greene asked.
"Yes, actually there was something. During class, you seem rather -- how should I say this --
overburdened
by the fact that you have to constantly walk across this big lecture room to change your slides."
"I wouldn't say that I'm overburdened by it. It's part of the job. Unfortunately I don't have an assistant for that sort of thing."
Samantha nodded and smiled. "Exactly."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Why not? I sit in the back anyway, right next to the projection booth. And I have plenty of experience being a teacher's pet, believe me. Plus, you're helping out our charities. I have to repay you somehow."
Professor Greene gave a sincere look of approval. "That's very sweet of you, Samantha. Really, it is."
"So you'll accept my trade?"
"What was that term you used?
Charity buddies
? Sure, it sounds like a fair trade. Just send me an email letting me know when I'd have to show up."
They agreed on the details and things couldn't have worked out better. They grabbed their things and left the lecture hall together, making small talk in the process.
In any other life, Samantha could be a spy. A secret agent. Maybe an assassin of sorts. Maybe even a serial killer, though she hoped not. The point was, she had the skills for these sorts of thing.
What was the harm? Nothing. There was only pleasure for all involved, and that was how she rationalized this to herself.
Phase 1 was complete.
***
Later in the sorority house, Samantha laid on the couch daydreaming while a fellow sorority sister was watching an episode of Homeland. They were both barefoot and scantily clad and makeup free. That was the kind of sorority they were. Open about everything and totally relaxed. Just like real sisters.
"Can you believe how lucky we are?" Samantha opined. "I mean, we should appreciate all this. Safety. Life. It's all so precious."
Laura kept her eyes glued to the tv. "Sure, of course."
"Are you even listening?"
"Uh huh."
Samantha glanced at the tv. "Ironically you're watching Homeland while I'm contemplating world peace."
"Is something on your mind?" Laura said, pausing the show.
Samantha rolled over on the couch, laying on her side to face her friend. "Who would you say is your biggest conquest on this campus?"
"Sexually?"
"Yes, sexually."
Laura thought for a moment. "Bobby Westson. Captain of the football team. I snatched him away from Emma Canty. But that was a one night fling. Unfortunately it never led anywhere."
"How about with another girl?"
Laura thought again. "You remember Tiffany, right? The girl who graduated last year."
"Oh yes, very pretty blonde."
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm just thinking," Samantha said with a half shrug. "How about a mature older woman? Would that be a bigger conquest than a college girl, you think?"
"Definitely. Why?"
"I'm thinking about a plan," Samantha vaguely replied.
"Are you about to sleep with a hot older woman or something?"
Samantha gave a sly expression. "A professor."
"No shit. You're kidding. A guy professor, I'd have to imagine, since they'll fuck any female student. So I've heard, anyway..."
Samantha shook her head. "Nope. A female professor."
"Who?"
"Professor Greene."
Laura roared with laughter. "You're hot, Sam. But you're
not
that hot. No one is that hot."
"Why?"
"Because it's Professor Greene. I mean, does she give off lesbian vibes to you?"
"Not overtly," Samantha acknowledged. "She's way too professional for that."
"Exactly. Even if she's tempted, she's so...so prude. She teaches history for fuck's sake."
"So?"
"So, she'll never go for it. No matter what you do. Besides, she's such an academic and rules-based person. No way she'd take this sort of risk."
"She won't get fired if no one knows about it. Who's going to tell? I won't. She won't either."
Laura burst out laughing again. "She wouldn't risk her job for you, no matter how sexy you are."
"Not even if I opened my legs for her?"
Laura shook her head. "Not even if she saw those bright red pubic hairs of yours. Look, Sam, I get it. You want to fuck a professor. It's a hot fantasy, I know. Set your sights on a man. Your odds of success will be 100%, plus you'll get an A+ in the course. Guaranteed. How do you think I passed ACT 328 even though I barely showed up?"
"It seems you underestimate my abilities," Samantha winked, taking this as a challenge. "I have a strong intuition for these sorts of things. I know I can get her. All I need is the right plan."
"Well, if you figure it out, do me a favor and write a manifesto. I'd love to know your process."
With that, Laura went back to watching tv, while Samantha rolled over again, staring at the ceiling while thinking about the plan's details.
***
After exchanging email messages and having brief meetings with the professor, the plan was in full swing. It was the day of the sorority event and several other professors had agreed to participate in the pool dunk, where students would pay money for a chance to dunk their mean teachers. Everything was for charity and it was all in good fun.
Samantha finished getting dressed before the activities, wearing a small sorority tshirt and jeans. She was barefoot at the moment as she touched up her makeup and tied that long red hair in a ponytail.
On her bed were three stacks of cash. Each stack contained $2,000 in freshly printed hundred dollar bills. It was her own money that she had recently withdrawn from the bank. She wasn't a wealthy student by any means, but her dad was kind of rich and it had been a good year.