Walking across campus, Kimmy sat down briefly on a bench to look through her backpack for her cell phone. Her boss Mike said she still had a job but would have to make it up to him by taking extra shifts for any dancers who were sick or didn't show, which meant checking in early and often. She asked about the dissatisfied customer, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome, but Mike told her not to worry about it. Flipping it on, she checked her voicemail and smiled as she listened to the message her father had left. I love you too, she thought. After calling Mike and discovering her night would be free, she walked towards the Student Union Building.
She couldn't wait for Spring Break, she thought to herself. She needed a break already and it was only January. She had papers coming out of her ass and if one more professor mentioned that she needed to stop writing so "journalistically" she'd scream. Turning the corner, she noticed her Chemistry professor, Prof. Erichson. He was laughing with a man she couldn't see. The stranger looked slightly familiar to her from the back though.
When she drew nearer, Professor Erichson looked up, smiled and acknowledged her presence with a friendly wave. "Hello Miss Cummings." Kimmy walked over towards him and smiled shyly and waved back. Just then the other man turned and all oxygen left her body when she recognized Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. He recognized her too, if the narrowing of his eyes was anything to go by.
"Please meet Professor Rafa Mondragón, visiting from the Barcelona Business School," Professor Erichson politely introduced. Smiling stupidly, Kimmy took the hand Prof. Mondragón offered. He squeezed her hand warmly and held her gaze, observing her pale face.
"Professor Mondragón is a professor of Economics and will be giving a series of lectures this week. I know you haven't picked a major yet Miss Cummings, perhaps you'll find his area of expertise of some interest," Prof. Erichson continued, unaware of the tension between Kimmy and Prof. Mondragón
"Yes, I have a lecture in about 20 minutes. At the Arts Building, room 124. You might find it of interest Miss Cummings," Rafa invited, giving her a look that said he expected her to be there whether she wanted to or not.
"Yes .. Yes. I think I'll do that. Room 124?" she agreed quickly. He nodded and watched as she walked away. Two nights ago she had left him with a hard cock and he had not forgotten that. When he and a few of his visiting colleagues had stopped for drinks at a local strip joint, he didn't think he would feel compelled to sample the local meat there. Miss Cummings was a welcome surprise, he mused, watching her walk away. If she failed to show up at the lecture, he didn't doubt he'd be able to locate her easily with the help of his good friend Professor Erichson.
Entering the classroom, he noticed the room contained about twelve students and five professors. He didn't see Miss Cummings, but he knew she'd be there soon. She had six more minutes. Walking towards his student assistant, Patrick, he checked the power point presentation, making sure the slides were in order. He chatted amicably with the people in the room and carefully watched the door as more people continued to flood the classroom. Finally seeing the object of his desires walk in, he relaxed and smiled and joked with the crowd.
Kimmy took the seat closest to the door and quietly sipped her coffee. She doubted business or economics would ever be her major or area of study, but she was a businesswoman, she reflected wryly. He politely nodded to her and she nodded back, getting comfortable in her seat. He was a very handsome man. He had dark, almost black eyes, intense in their scrutiny. He was probably very smart, well, he had to be of course, he was a professor. He stood about 6 ft 2 and had very broad shoulders. He either worked out or was supremely blessed with a naturally gorgeous physique. His dark, brown hair curled softly and she remembered how soft it was against her neck when she'd danced for him. He had a dominant streak a mile wide too, she guessed. His voice was deep, hypnotic almost and she observed all the females in the room carefully ogling him.
Kimmy sat throughout the whole lecture, watching him. She wanted him and she knew he wanted her. Why else would he invite her here? Somewhere around the middle of his talks, she adjusted her bra, showing off black lace. She played with the strap, teasing him. He simply looked at her and continued speaking. He was strong, she grinned.
After the lecture, she waited in her seat. It seemed like hours before people cleared out and he was left alone, with her. Walking to her seat, he sat on his hunches, his eyes almost level with her eyes. "So, what do you think? Does modern economics hold the key to your university career? Hmm? Want to take a stab at the nature of trade?" he grinned.
Kimmy laughed, "No... well, I think I do well enough with trade in my own way," she joked rising from her chair. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and picked up her empty coffee cup. A young man who had been present earlier re-entered the room. Rafa chatted quietly with the young man he called Patrick and gathered his things, his papers and briefcase. Patrick gathered the computer and power point machine and wheeled the table out of the room. Prof. Mondragón walked back towards her.
"Tell me something Miss Cummings," Rafa began, taking her arm, "are you interested in spending the remainder of the day and night with me? I can promise you, I will make it worth your while," he smiled.
"How worth my while," Kimmy grinned.
"Well, I will double what I was willing to pay the other night, plus I have a few friends, colleagues that would be interested in occupying your time as well. They would pay top dollar, a lot of money Miss Cummings," he tempted, smiling. Kimmy only saw 40 percent of the money her clients usually paid and was wildly excited about spending the night with this sexy man.
"It's a deal Prof. Mondragón," she quickly agreed. His arm encircled her waist as he walked her to his rent-a-car.
"No. You will not call me Professor Mondragón. You will call me Daddy," he whispered against her ear. He opened the door for her and watched as she hurriedly got inside his car. He wanted to get her back to his hotel room and quickly plan the evening. She would be his beautiful Theresa for one night. His daughter. He would get to live out his darkest fantasy.
Her legs parted slightly, she squirmed in her seat. By her increased breathing, he could tell that she was excited, aroused. Good, he wanted her that way. She would not be getting any relief for a few hours.
Driving up to the hotel, he got out and quickly handed his keys to the valet. Not bothering to open the door for Kimmy, she got out and followed him inside. She had to move quickly to keep up. The reception area of the hotel was busy, people walking in pairs, some just checking in. She had driven by this hotel many times, but had never been inside and she was struck by its pretty, clean appearance.
Stepping inside the elevator, Rafa neither looked nor spoke to her. Once they were inside his room, he gestured to the bar and asked her if she wanted anything to drink. It was a large suite, the bedroom obviously in another part of the room. It looked more like someone's living room than a hotel room. The one's she'd been inside had beds, maybe a chair and a desk, a television and bathroom and that was it.
"No, I'm fine," Kimmy answered, curious about his strange mood.
