Fong, McElvin and Baugh, she breathed a sigh of relief, that bitch Middleton wasn't on the list, this might be possible, no she looked at the list again, this would be easy. Valerie McKenzie was pleased, this bunch of tin pot, pencil twiddling, academic cretins wouldn't stand in the way of her march to power, it might not be entirely how she would like to do things, but she knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it, and god help anyone who dared to stand in her way.
Valerie had been at university for four year now and was ready to take her natural, god given place in the world of work, indeed Baughton, Masters and Schofield - a firm of elite economic advisers and corporate powerbrokers had offered her a role as junior consultant conditional on her obtaining an upper second class degree. True, it was probably a rather fetching and tight fitting blouse that had earned her the place, plus a little flashing of stocking tops, and perhaps panties too when she had, oh so accidently, had to bend down to pick up a dropped badge during her interview, but she knew she was worth it, that and so much more.
For a woman whose friends said she would make Lucretia Borgia seem like the Singing Nun, this had sent her into overdrive. Academically, she was unexceptional, but when it came to realpolitik she was brilliant, bordering on terrifying, however, an upper second was way beyond her grasp, this would require some serious work. The course was split into two, half coursework, half exams; the first part would be easy, charm then threaten one of the witless geeks in her class, be they male or female, she really didn't care, but the exams would take more work.
It didn't take her long to find her target, a week or so or studying the geeks on the front row in every lecture, she zoned in on Brendan Norris, to his friends Brendan was a kind, gentle and brilliant individual, who was almost the quintessential geek. Tallish, slim, bordering on thin, with short cropped hair and a manner of speaking that was awkward at best, at worst almost impeded, but Brendan knew his subject and he loved it.
The same could not be said for Valerie, she was tall, with shoulder length curly blonde hair and a figure to die for, 34C breasts and a truly magnificent ass, she was the fantasy of everyone in the faculty, more so, the whole town. She was more than aware that she struck lust into the hearts or men and fear and awe into those of women, and took great delight in exercising this, sometimes for practical purposes, sometimes for pure spiteful enjoyment.
After lectures one afternoon she honed in, shyly approaching Brendan and asking for his help and advice on their latest essay, " No problem Val, anytime", Val! god she detested being called that, but put on her most charming smile, "Maybe I could come to your room this evening then Bren?" she replied. For Brendan the stimulation was incredible and his brain almost fused, a strained "Sure" being the best he could manage in reply.
She would have to be careful now, Norris had probably never seen a woman naked outside a computer screen, move too quick and he could humiliatingly blow his load before she could get him inside her, then there would be no semen, no proof and no ability to blackmail. Worst still, the feckless idiot would probably top himself afterward and she'd have to start all over again, an ungrateful bunch his type were.
For her charm offensive she picked her outfit carefully, a white tight fitting blouse, short black skirt and deep red satin underwear, with matching stockings and suspenders, a bottle of wine would be required to keep him from ignition until the critical point. She knocked on his door and Brendan answered visibly gulping when he saw her, "Come in Val, you look ... great". Val, he had called her that again, oh he would pay, "Hi Bren" she charmed, leaning across to kiss him on the cheek and making sure he got a good eyeful of her cleavage.
Valerie was able to feign interest into the finer points of the theories of Keynes for about half an hour before going on the attack, "blimey it's hot in here" she said, daintily unbuttoning one then two buttons on her blouse. "Would you like me to o-o-open the window" Brendan stammered. Valerie stepped up close to him, her chest making contact with his, and staring into his eyes she muttered in a sultry voice "Would you like to see some more". Brendan was well past the ability to speak and his anxious nodding led to the rest of the blouse being opened.
