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."
