Chapter 3: The Professor's Slave
"You can't be serious?!" Beth asked incredulously. "Your father wouldn't really stop paying for your education, would he?"
"Oh yes he would," replied Marcie. "My father is a man of his word. If he said he'll stop paying if I don't get 3.0 or better on the classes he picked out, then that is exactly what he will do."
Beth still couldn't believe what Marcie was saying, and so asked, "There's no way to change his mind?"
Marcie shook her head, and remarked, "Nope. Not unless I can come up with a better excuse than I was too busy being your sex slave to study for my math tests."
What she said wasn't entirely true. Being Beth's slave was taking up a lot of her time, but it wasn't the sole source of the problem with her grades. She was officially Beth's slave, but she was often lent out to the other sisters as part of their support network. Beth figured that like Nancy, all of her sisters would be willing to let Marcie lick their pussies; she was right. It only took a month into the school year for all of them to surrender to Marcie's advances.
When this started off, Marcie was only interested in doing it because Beth wanted her to. Also, her nature was always to help people, and if her sorority sisters enjoyed having their pussy's licked, then it was in her character to do what they desired. She could never say that she enjoyed licking them, but she did like that they enjoyed it. She also liked experiencing the different taste of each girl had. They all had a completely unique flavors, and she figured she could identify each one by their taste alone.
What was particularly unusual, though, was that she did not care much for her own pussy to be licked. She liked it all right, but her preference was having Beth use her favorite toy on her, and Beth always rewarded her handsomely for performing her duties. When she was between another girl's thighs, she would imagine Beth taking her from behind at the same time. These fantasies got so vivid she would sometimes come while just licking the girl in front of her.
On the other hand, when Beth was fucking her, she would imagine it was some guy doing her. As Beth had said, having sex with girls was building her sex drive, and it made her far more aware than ever of the boys she was encountering in school; this was the real source of why her grades were slipping.
She had never touched a cock before, but now they occupied an incredible amount of her time. In class her favorite activity was not focusing on the lesson presented, but imaging what it would be like to suck the cock of every boy in class. Then later, alone in her room, she was always searching the Internet for videos of women sucking men's cocks.
What really struck her as ironic, was the notion that Beth believed that having sex with her sorority sisters would help her keep from having sex with guys. It was in fact having the opposite effect. Before this all started, she had no problem keeping her thoughts off boys, but now she was besotted with them. She now felt that at any time she could succumb to one of them in an instant.
This distraction was already having a big impact on her grades in general, but when this was coupled with her innate aversion to the subject of math, a poor grade was inevitable. Yet when the math class started, she thought she had lucked out. The professor turned out to be a woman that was well known to be a strong feminist whom she thought she could count on to help her get by. But as time went on, it was clear she would get no breaks from Ms. Jenkins. She even seemed particularly hostile to her.
What was especially heartbreaking for Marcie was that Sandra Jenkins, her math professor, looked and sounded like her favorite actress, Kathleen Turner. She must have watched
Undercover Blues
a hundred times as a teenager, and always loved how she balanced her life as a wife, mother and spy. While she couldn't see herself as a spy, she still looked upon such a life as an ideal to aspire to, or to at least have her self-confidence to deal with the adversity she saw thrown her way. But now, a woman that appeared to embody the very traits she adored, was about to give her the grade that would see her lose her father's support.
"You're making this into a lot bigger deal than it needs to be," said Beth. "I'm sure we can arrange a student loan for you."
"It's not just the money," replied Marcie. "I really do care about my father's opinion of me. No matter what happens, I'm going to have to explain myself, and I'd like a better story than the truth."
"You know..." said Beth. "I think Ms Jenkins is a lesbian..."
"I don't think so," contradicted Marcie. "I'm pretty sure she's married." She didn't like where she knew Beth was going.
"That doesn't mean anything," continued Beth. "I'm quite certain that a while back one of our sisters got her grade boosted by putting out for her. I think it was Victoria from '05."
"So what exactly are you suggesting I do?" Marcie asked incredulously. "Just offer to lick her pussy?"
"For the record, I want it known that in spite of your tone, you didn't reject it out of hand." Beth paused for a second. "First of all, you can't be blatant about it. You just need to let your beauty work for you. Dress in something sexy, but not slutty. Then, when you are talking to her, don't say something like you will do anything to get your grades. That's too obvious. Just talk about how important it is for you to get a better grade.
"You could make a play for feminist unity. You know... appeal to her sense of helping a fellow woman who is trying to make it in this male dominated society. You could even try telling her the truth. Maybe explaining to her how your father will cut you off might work. The important thing is you need her to believe she has you over a barrel, so you can get her to offer a transaction of some nature."
Marcie looked off into space, and said, "I can't believe I am considering this."
"Looks to me like you have no choice," said Beth.
"I don't see how this can work," Marcie continued. "She treats me like she hates me."
Beth exclaimed, "Well that seals it! There's no way anyone can hate someone as sweet as you. She must be turned on in a big way to hate you. Trust me. She's yours."
The next day, Marcie was wearing one of her favorite dresses. It wasn't all that sexy, but it was very pretty. It was light green with a well-fitting top that accentuated her chest, and a flowing skirt that just reached her knees. She finished the look with light brown flats that showed off her legs, because they highlighted that they needed no enhancement. There was no way anyone could say her look was provocative, yet it showed her off splendidly.
Her math class was the first period and she knew Mrs. Jenkins didn't have another for a couple of hours. She herself didn't have any problems being late to her next class, Creative Writing, because she was doing quite well in it.
As the other students were filing out of the classroom, she followed Sandra into her adjacent office. "Professor Jenkins?" Marcie asked as she entered the room in order to get her attention.
Sandra wore a black dress that was cut like something Grace Kelly would have worn in her movie career days. It was sleeveless, but with a high collar, and a hem that fell full down to her knees. Her dirty-blond hair was wrapped up in a tight French braid. As she approached her desk, she looked over her shoulder to see who had called for her. "Yes Marcie," she said skeptically.
Marcie could already sense a certain amount of hostility from Sandra, so she was very nervous about how to continue. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about my grade. Do you have a few minutes?"
Sandra was now sitting in her office chair, but didn't motion for Marcie to sit down in any of the others in the room. "Sure Marcie. I have a few minutes, but I don't know what you're concerned about. I believe you're on track to receive at least a 2.5, which should be more than adequate for a student such as yourself."
Marcie didn't detect any condescension in her tone, but the words Sandra chose conveyed that message anyway. She tried to put as brave a face on as she could when she replied, "Normally it would be, but I have a unique case. My father expects me to receive at least a 3.0 on certain courses that he has picked out for me, or he'll stop paying for my education. I was hoping... "
Marcie trailed off hoping that Sandra would fill in the blanks, but she was obviously in no mood to play along. "Hoping for what?"
With the ball back in her court, she decided to follow some of Beth's other advice. "Surely you must know how difficult it is for a woman to make it in a world controlled by men." Sandra's eyebrows shot up as if she were shocked by what she was hearing. Marcie could sense this was going really badly and tried to recover. "We women need to stick together. I'm sure you've faced discrimination. Right?"
"Wow," Sandra replied rather flatly. "You really have no clue about the kind of woman I am. Do you?" She leaned forward and placed her arms on the desk. "Yes. I have had to overcome a lot of prejudice to reach the position I have attained... no thanks to women like you.
"Let me make myself very clear on something. When I hand out a grade I never consider what a student deserves. I don't care what adversity they have had to overcome to achieve what they have. Each and every grade I have given has been based on what they have earned – nothing else.
"And you should be grateful for it too. If I were to give you the grade you deserved, you would be receiving a zero. You are so obviously here for the grade and not the knowledge. It sickens me to see clearly bright women dismiss the world that would open to them with the knowledge that math can give them."
Ms. Jenkins paused for a second, and then continued, "You should thank your lucky stars that the only criteria I use to grade someone is based on their understanding of the curriculum, and if that grade gets you kicked out of here, good. The fewer women there are who are just coasting through college, the better things will be for us who take our education seriously. Good day." Marcie could tell she was dismissed. Not just from Sandra's tone and words, but also from the way she proceeded to go through the papers on her desk.
