Liam knew he owned the school. He was the best football player this small local college had seen in years and there was even talk of him trying to go pro. He had his pick of all the girls on campus; life was good. Except for one little problem. His US History professor was tough. He didn't even help the athletes out. In the tiny town in the south, most of the athletes were white, so there was no talk of any racial discrimination by this professor, but he discriminated against guys who were young, talented, handsome and played sports. He had forced Liam and his buddy John to get a tutor. He figured the tutor would just write his papers for him, but the Professor had chosen the most uptight girl on campus, Cynthia Higgins. Cynthia was one of about twenty black kids on campus and she never did anything fun. Liam had looked her over a few times, she wasn't bad looking, but she kept herself completely covered, not really his style. The first time they had met for tutoring he had tried his best southern charm. He knew he was a good looking guy: 6'3, broad shoulders, dark blond hair with blue eyes. He never failed.
"Ok, so turn to page thirty." She said in her clipped northern tone.
"Hey you want to come to party with us later?" Liam smiled at her. John nodded. Liam took her in. Her black hair hung around her shoulders, smooth and straight, her skin was a warm brown that glistened. She seemed to have a decent body; her sweater revealed a nice pair of breasts and the knee length skirt made him wonder if her well shaped legs led to a well shaped ass.
"We are not here to talk about parties. Turn to page thirty." Liam grimaced a little, so he would have to work harder...
As it turned out, no amount of charm or bribes to cool parties would work with Cynthia. She continued to make them do readings and write things. When it came time for the midterm Liam had had enough.
"Listen Cyn," He had started calling her that even though she had repeatedly objected, "We have a game in two days and we need to focus. I and I assume John," He turned to look at his nodding friend, "Cannot sit and write a stupid paper on French resistance to the war."
"Revolution." She corrected.
"Whatever. Can't do it. So why don't you knock out two of these papers and put our names on them and be done with it. I mean, it really isn't like you have a life outside of school anyway." He smirked at her. Cynthia cut her almond shaped eyes.
"You may think I don't have a life and you also may think I cheat, but I don't. Either do your paper or don't, not my problem but I'm not doing it for you." She slammed her text book, "And honestly, I'm sick of the two of you. You walk around here like you are God's gift and don't do work and screw around with everything you see in a skirt. You are disgusting and worthless. I'm done tutoring you." She stood up looking over their heads and marched out of the library.
John looked at Liam, "Bitch." He said as he let out a breath.
"What do we do to girls like that Johnny?" Liam clapped him on the back.
"What?" John ran a hand through his short dark hair.
"Teach them a lesson."
Liam and John formulated their plan that evening. They called Cynthia and apologized asked her to come to Liam's apartment to help them work on their papers. She had resisted a lot, but when Liam threw in that he would tell the Professor how great of a teacher she was, she gave in, he knew she wanted to be a TA in that class after she graduated.
Cynthia showed up at 7:30 sharp wearing her normal sweater and skirt routine. Liam opened the door for her.
"Hey Cyn thanks for coming." He shut the door behind her and locked it.
"It's Cynthia. Where's John." She put her textbook on the table.
"Oh he's right back here in my office room. It's where I do my work." He held his hand out to show her down the hall. "First door on the left." He smiled
"You have an office?" She muttered as she went into the room.
John was sitting on the bed waiting.
"Hey Cyn come on in." He laughed.
"This is not an office." She turned to leave, but Liam stopped her, pushing her further into the room.
"Sorry Cyn, change of plans."
He threw her on the bed.
"Tie her hands up." He told John.
John wrapped the ropes around her small brown wrists with his large white hands. He laughed as she squirmed against Liam and his weight. She didn't stand a chance. She was 5'6, a little tall for a girl, but she couldn't have weighed more than 130 lbs. He and Liam both stood 6'3 and though John was a little skinnier than Liam, they were both strong.
"Please stop this, I'll do whatever you want, I'll write your papers." Cynthia said as she tried to squirm away from them.
"Too late, we thought of something more fun!" Liam pulled her perfect little skirt off and opened his mouth in surprise. "Cyn my god, a thong!" He slapped her bare, brown ass hard. She let out a small scream of shock.
"Oh we can't have her screaming Johnny." Liam pulled the black thong off and tossed it to John who shoved it between her plump lips.
