"Pepsi okay?" Eleanor asked.
"And if I reply no, that I want a Coke?" the Professor asked, having done that to a waitress on occasion just to see her reaction. This time it was to gauge her response, to assess whether Eleanor was potentially submissive.
"I could run to the store and get you one?" Eleanor asked, surprised and a bit intimidated by the Professor's question.
"Would you, please?" Crystal asked, leading the girl along.
"Sure," Eleanor agreed, thinking it was a rather ridiculous request, but since the professor was doing her a huge favour, it was the least she could do.
"No, it's okay, I was just pulling your chain," Crystal smiled, as Eleanor had begun to put her shoes on, "a Pepsi would be fine," she finished her experiment thinking happily,
That certainly answered my question!
"Okay," Eleanor asked, feeling like a fool for thinking the Professor actually wanted her to go all the way to the store for a Coke. She went to the kitchen, grabbed a can of Pepsi and poured it into a glass with ice.
Crystal was still dissecting the opening paragraph when Eleanor returned with the Pepsi and a bag of chips.
Crystal accepted the Pepsi and said, "Your thesis is strong, but you're lacking that 'wow' opening."
"What do you mean?" Eleanor asked.
"Well, the Professor reads hundreds of papers in a year, so it becomes a rather monotonous task for her," Crystal began, although the inside scoop was that Prof Ham's student teacher did most of the grading, "you need to make your paper stand out, particularly at the beginning."
"Oh, okay," Eleanor said, recalling Professor Watson belabouring that point back in first year English... but most of the other Professors didn't care about an eye-catching opening, so she'd stopped putting the effort in.
"So the paper is about the importance of nurses going above and beyond in their nurse-patient relations," Crystal summarized.
"Yes, if you can build rapport with your patients, they will feel more comfortable and thus become more likely to heal," Eleanor amplified, a theory she believed. Too many of her fellow nursing students saw nursing as an attractive job mainly because it paid fairly well, while Eleanor saw it as a calling. She had wanted to be a doctor at first, but wasn't academically strong enough, so nursing was her fall-back choice. Even so, she intended to be one of the best.
"I agree with you," Crystal said, before adding, "so let's test that theory."
"How?"
"Well, as I read this paper, let's pretend I'm the patient and you're my nurse," Crystal suggested.
"Okay," Eleanor agreed, not seeing the point but going along anyway.
"So how do you achieve a good rapport with a patient?"
"You build a relationship with them," Eleanor explained. This was a subject near and dear to her heart.
"Good. How?"
"By talking with them."
"About?"
"Get to know about their families, their lives," Eleanor explained, getting excited. Her research had shown that patients are more comfortable if they trust their nurse, and yet in recent years, statistics have shown a decline in that trust. Thus she had made it a point during her internship for all her time spent with patients to concentrate on drawing them out about what mattered to them.. The approach presented risks to her own wellbeing... she had twice lost a patient and because of her caring involvement it had devastated her each time... yet she considered her own distress to be a price worth paying, and she dealt with some of her pain by knowing that at the very least she had helped her patient's final days be better.
"Interesting," Crystal nodded, before suggesting, "let's live out that philosophy."
"How?" Eleanor asked.
"While I read this, I'll be the patient and you play the caring nurse," Crystal said. "Pretend you like me."
"Okay, but I won't have to pretend very hard," Eleanor chuckled, even though she thought this exercise was a bit unorthodox and impractical. But it was true that she'd always been attracted to Professor Watson, if only in a respectful sort of way.
"Good," Crystal nodded, as she began reading the first proof. After a couple minutes she asked, "Would you ever give a patient a foot rub if she needed one?"
"Although that's not my assigned job, if no one more suitable were available, I would likely do that for her," Eleanor replied earnestly, having actually done it once for an elderly woman.
"This patient could definitely use one," Crystal informed her. "I was in heels all last night at a function."
"Oh," Eleanor said, surprised. She wasn't sure if Professor Watson was serious, but figured it was the least she could do since she was critiquing her entire twelve-page paper for her.
Crystal didn't push it, she just continued reading, sensing from her experience in seduction that Eleanor would obey.
Eleanor approached Professor Watson's feet but wasn't sure where best to position herself to administer this foot rub, as the professor's feet were already on a stool. She considered sitting on the stool and placing the feet in her lap, but that seemed weird... although this situation was already definitely weird... so she knelt on the floor in front of the professor and awkwardly reached for her nylon-clad feet where they were. To her surprise, her stockings were extremely soft, completely different from the scratchy ones she herself was wearing (usually she took the uncomfortable things off before she even left the hospital, but she had forgotten her jeans at home when she left this morning... it was only a four-hour shift). She said, as she massaged the sole of the professor's foot, "These nylons are so soft, Professor."
"They are Wolfords," Crystal explained.
"What are Wolfords?"
"The best brand of sheer classy stockings available, that I order from England," Crystal bragged, the only kind she wore. Yes, they were expensive, but they were sexy, and drew in some of the straight girls, so they helped enhance her overall seductress package.
"They're super soft," Eleanor said, as she continued to rub the professor's foot.
"I know," Crystal said, this not being the first time her sheer stockings had drawn a straight girl in without their even realising it. After a pause, she added, "You would love wearing them: they completely change your level of confidence."
"Really?" Eleanor asked, loving how soft they were, but not connecting that with confidence.
"Oh yes," Crystal nodded, looking down at the subservient young girl, "Confidence is based on many things, such as academics, looks and friends, but to me it's also about what you wear."
"Well, these scrubs and Walmart pantyhose sure don't help," Eleanor joked.
"No, they definitely don't scream sensuous woman," Crystal agreed, as she then announced, "Actually, I have an idea."
"What is it?" Eleanor asked.
"Keep massaging my foot, including each toe and up to my calf while I finish reading your thesis, then I'll share my idea with you," Crystal said,
"Okay," Eleanor agreed, never feeling more awkward in her life, and yet kind of curious what this idea was.
Crystal, a great multi-tasker, having graded many papers while receiving a foot massage or even getting her pussy licked, read the paper while enjoying the soothing massage.
Eleanor did as instructed, massaging each toe individually, massaging the sole, the ankle and up to the calf. The entire time she couldn't believe she was doing it, yet she was also surprised she kind of enjoyed it, especially the couple of times Crystal gave a slight moan of pleasure... not in any sexual way, just one of relaxation and some tension being drawn away.
Crystal instructed, as she kept reading, enjoying the massage and using it as a foundation for the seduction to come, so she herself could come, "Now massage my other foot."
"Okay," Eleanor agreed, moving to the other foot and replicating the thorough massage.
As Crystal finished reading she decided to up the ante for a moment, so she parted her legs rather generously, although not quite lewdly, to reveal two things: first that she was wearing thigh highs, plus if Eleanor looked closer she would see she wasn't wearing any underwear.
Eleanor was working her hands up to the calf when Professor Watson shifted her legs, and Eleanor couldn't help but notice her nylons weren't pantyhose, but something sexier. She'd occasionally seen this type of hosiery online and in the rare porn video (she didn't watch a lot, but she did on occasion when she needed to rub one out). Somehow this just seemed natural for a woman like Professor Watson... she always dressed classy: nice outfits, nylons and heels... always fashionable... it made her wonder if she wore this type of nylons under her professional attire... somehow she thought she would.
As Crystal typed in a dozen comments, Eleanor didn't mean to, but she looked up and let out a slight gasp. She found herself staring at the Professor's vagina, and she saw that it was completely shaved. She tried to look away, knew it was inappropriate to stare, yet she couldn't remove her gaze.
Crystal noticed the prey staring at her pussy and smiled to herself as she finished typing her final comment. "You okay?" she asked, and watched the girl's cheeks go ruby red.
Eleanor stammered, praying the Professor hadn't noticed she'd been staring, "Y-y-yes, my hands are just cramping a bit."
Crystal said, "You may stop, then."
"Thank you," Eleanor said, then realized she'd just thanked her for permission not to massage her anymore.
Crystal got up, went to her purse and pulled out a brand new pair of stockings. She returned to the young girl and said, "So here is my idea..." she began, "...it's to let you try on a pair of Wolfords."
"You carry them in your purse?" Eleanor asked, thinking it was a dumb question, since she'd just watched the professor pull the package out of it.
"Never leave home without an extra pair," Crystal advised, which was true. "I hate runs."
"I do too," Eleanor agreed, as the Professor handed her the package.
"Here, try these on," Crystal offered.
"You sure?" Eleanor asked.
"Sure," Crystal nodded, giving a playful laugh. "I buy them in bulk."
"Oh," Eleanor asked, still tentative.
