"Dean Brennan will see you tomorrow at two, don't forget."
"Wait a minute; you're talking about Catherine Brennan, right?" I got this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Yes, she is the current dean of students and a member of our board of regents." The assistant abruptly hung up in my face as I nearly pissed myself in the back of that taxi. I'd never met her in any capacity before that afternoon in my kitchen and she probably would have introduced herself formally if I hadn't already been strung out and stressed from my situation with her daughter Carry Anne and two of her grandchildren. Fear washed over me along with the memories of exposing myself to this powerful woman who could destroy my future and freedom at the same time. I'd pounced on her partly as payback to my ex-girlfriend and anger at the crazed antics of her granddaughter, Courtney McIntyre. Every bone in my body seized up as I saw my college education flash before my eyes.
BEGINNING of VOLUME 3
BAD M.I.L.F Volume 3-The New Batch Ch. 1
I'd been up most of the night worrying about my collegiate future dosing off three hours before sunrise. I awoke midday with a migraine wondering if security would be waiting to place the cuffs on me after everything, I'd done to the matriarch days prior had me considering a jaunt to the airport and my parent's home. The thought of explaining my predicament was daunting enough that I nixed the idea altogether as I showered. I cursed myself as I got ready, putting on a casual suit afterwards for a meeting that was still an hour away. She had introduced herself cordially enough after being found inside my kitchen, but I was having none of it. Her granddaughter had already done a number on me, so I wasn't having it, thinking the woman was a part of some conspiracy. I pressed the matter for lack of a better term, ending up screwing the older woman to distraction until Courtney appeared interrupting what probably would've lasted well into the night. I hadn't thought much about it after because of back to back episodes with Chrystal and Carry Anne. I packed the items left behind by Courtney into a bag before catching a ride over to the Dean's offices. I was determined to find some inner clarity before the meeting with Catherine but found it awkward shaking my apprehension. There were already people there, even a guy with his attorney. Two security officers were speaking heatedly with a group of students in a huddle making me wonder just how crazy things had gotten outside my campus apartment.
"Hey cutie, what's up?" I looked up from my inner thoughts finding a woman standing there I'd doubted existed until that moment.
"You?" She looked familiar.
"Malaya Padilla, nice to meet you, brother." She was Filipina, still appearing like some nerdy, librarian chick with a thick pair of horn-rimmed glasses. Malaya was wearing a business suit and some Mary Jane-type shoes at the bottom of shapely legs.
"We know each other, right?"
"Depends, are you litigious?" Malaya scooted into a seat beside me, a little closer than I would have preferred, but I wasn't intimidated.
"No more than anyone else; so, I feel like I know you from somewhere, what's up with that?"
"We know one another in the most biblical of terms; ten minutes of which I spent distinctly riding your impressive cock."
"Well, for your information Malaya, I was stoned."
"Oh yes, a potent designer mixture of my own design; its great for parties, but then you already knew that, huh?"
"Bitch." Her casual attitude was striking.
"Relax, I'm not sloppy enough to fuck with somebody without insurance; check it out." Malaya produced her I-phone leaning forward showing me a video file of Courtney sucking me off. My face was in frame as I climaxed hard in the nineteen-year-old's mouth.
"What do you want?!"
"Alibi."
"Huh?"
"Somebody asks, we were fucking that night; plain and simple narrative."
"Seriously?"
"I have some other stuff you might not like; just say we were fucking if anybody asks. Don't think about it, just say we were doing it."
"Whatever."
"So, that is a yes, right? I don't have to go public with this shit and you can keep everything you've got. I'm just trying to keep things under the hat, brother and you really don't want this shit going public, right?"
"Okay, just leave me alone, please."
"So, that's a yes, right?"
"Y-E-S." I phonetically spelled it out, just wanting Malaya to go away. She was a non-entity as far as I was concerned.
"Thanks cutie; you're so nice. Maybe we can get together some time when I'm free." She was all smiles, giving me a kiss on the cheek before walking down the hall towards the dean's office before returning minutes later.
"Dean Brennan will see you now."
"HUH?!!"
"Dean-Brennan will see-you NOW." She emphasized as I recognized her voice from the call, I'd received on the phone earlier as we traversed the short corridor together.
"So, you were supposed to be watching Courtney during her weekend campus visit and you just plain fucked it up, huh Malaya?"
"Hardly, the girl is an entitled poser; but we share an appetite for unmitigated chaos. Imagine my surprise when I arrived at your flat to find the clueless nitwit playing with your oh so manly cock? Can't lose a prime position here on campus because of Dean Brennan's gullible granddaughter."
"I get it."
"Of course, you do, cutie." Malaya pinched me as I stepped into the office.
It was the first time I'd ever been to the dean's office as I generally kept a low profile on campus. I was pretty much an amended shut-in owing that behavior to a single-minded educational focus. My peers had me pegged into the bookworm slot when I'd was halfheartedly kidnapped friends determined to get me laid. My subsequent meeting with Chrystal had led to this moment as I was about to meet some kind of judgment at the hands of her grandmother, Catherine Brennan. This office was deep, rectangular and furnished with comfortable, yet dated pieces that spoke to her storied tenure on the college. I was surrounded on either side by huge, stocked bookshelves.
"Yes, I understand your feelings on the matter perfectly and will take that under consideration." Catherine was sitting behind this large oak desk covered with a large number of student files that presumably belonged to other suspected students. She was facing away from me peering from an antique chair out of the window at the campus proper.
"A vendor is being vetted for the restoration, but I must register my reservations about the matter if some members of the student body felt strongly enough about the issue to take to defacing the monument." I could hear someone yelling on the other end of her receiver.
"Wednesday then, eighteen holes over the matter and the tarp stays over the statue. We will make our best efforts to find those responsible and expel them from this institution." My heat leapt into my throat as I wondered if the "fix" was in. Malaya's actions would seem to dictate that course of action by a powerful woman embarrassed at being turned out. Carry Anne had probably placed that bug in her ear after finding me with her teenage daughter. In that instant, I was determined not to make it easy for Catherine to dispense with me.
"Oh." She looked genuinely surprised finding me there as she turned in her chair.
"Yeah, I'm there too, Catherine." I reclined in the seat trying to appear unfazed by my situation. I also wondered how the chair she was sitting on supported her massive ass.
"Yes, this is awkward indeed."
"Tell me about it."
"My office handles these matters in tandem with our security staff; there was no way I could avoid it even if I wanted to young man."
"So, what are the other big wigs going to say when they find out Courtney is responsible for this mess?"
"Uhm, we can't be certain of that for sure; there's going to have to be a long, protracted investigation of the matter at hand. My granddaughter isn't even on the list of suspects."
"But I am, Catherine?!"
"It was unfortunate, but your apartment door bore a spray-painted mark that was found at several other vandalized locations around the campus."
"That was put there by your granddaughter, Courtney; but then again, you already know that, huh Catherine?"
"It seems there is some unmitigated hostility in the air."
"More big words, but it's all plain black and white when you look at it from the outside. Guess that's why you scooped Courtney up and bounced while I was asleep, huh?"
