The events in this chapter follow on seven months from those in the previous one, whilst each should (hopefully) stand on their own two feet you may enjoy reading the first two chapters if you haven't already.
It was interview day for Valerie McKenzie and she had prepared herself as meticulously as ever, not for her the endlessly studying of textbooks, but a much more Machiavellian approach; body and mind would have to be used in harmony to achieve the goal. It was a tough ask, no doubt about it, she had wound up with scores in the lower 50s, when what she needed was lower 60s. Whilst these interviews were usually used to split marginal cases, she had asked for one specifically, having to threaten the faculty secretary that she could take her husband from her at the drop of, if not a hat, then a stocking.
Thinking back to that brought a wry smile to her face, though this soon turned sour when she remembered how it was that she had missed out on those 10 extra points. Forty five from fifty in the essays would have left her needing only 15 from the exams, whilst she was no Adam Smith, this was easily within her range and after 4 essays, carefully prepared by the terrified Brendan, she was easily within striking range. Typical then that he had had some sort of break down or seizure and been taken off for psychiatric care, much to the dismay of the economics faculty at losing its most promising student. If she had known then what she knew now she would have kicked him harder and more often, before bagging herself another witless geek.
Still, that was in the past now and her luck had changed as she gazed at her own radiance in the mirror. "Mirror, mirror on the wall" she thought to herself as she applied a truly spectacular scarlet lipstick. It well matched what lurked beneath the tight fitting blouse and skirt, bolstering her 34C chest with her hands she began to focus on her targets.
It was an all male panel first of all, that fucking bitch Professor Middleton wasn't there, it was probably her who had marked down her exams she thought. Still, she could play the helpless female, before transforming into the lustful vamp and mow them down like rabbits in her two most perfect headlights.
Fong, McElvin, Baugh she thought again; Dr Baugh had probably never seen a grown woman naked, he would be easy, she just needed to be sure he didn't explode too soon. Professor Fong had probably been in the faculty when twigs were used as currency, he'd be hard work but would still be one for the pot she thought. McElvin was difficult, a family man, with no obvious sign of emotion, she wondered if he even had a dick, he might have children, but his wife had probably had it away whilst he was upstairs writing up lecture notes and listening to Prog rock she thought.
Yes, McElvin might take some work, but she wanted it, fuck, she was entitled to it after four years of listening to their pointless crap, and this was a mere stepping stone on a greater path. Valerie dreamed of the glittering spires she would look down upon in years to come and those who would tremble before her. Tomorrow belonged to her, and these fuckwits were not going to get in her way.
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"Miss McKenzie please" announced Professor McElvin, Valerie arose from her seat and followed him into the office where McElvin took his seat at the left hand end of the panel of three, Professor Fong in the centre and Dr Baugh to the right.
"Sit down please Miss McKenzie", Valerie leant forward, as she sat down, ensuring the panel behind the desk got a fine view of her cleavage, the intake of breath from Baugh was noticeable.
"I have to say, this is most irregular Miss McKenzie" McElvin announced. "Your mark has been reviewed and confirmed, yet I understand you are not happy with this?"
"Yes" Valerie replied, fluttering her eyelids, to show the deep coal coloured mascara. "You, see, I err, err"
"Yes?" inquired McElvin sharply
Valerie dropped her gaze to the floor and softly said "I had, errr .... women's problems". Thank god for the vagina, womb and ovaries, Valerie thought to herself. Whilst that pathetic floppy appendage men had could only land them in jail, the female equivalent were the ultimate get out card, for pretty much anything at all up to and including, well, pretty much anything really.
Baugh paled visibly almost leaping back into his chair.
"Oh, I see" said Professor Fong gently , "Well in that case and given the excellent marks in your essays, I think an exception can be made in your case, don't you think Gene?" McElvin nodded slowly.
"Thank you" said Valerie, "I'm much better now" she added, glancing up and circling her lips with her tongue, whilst crossing her right leg over her left. Would Baugh and possibly Fong be able to see all the way up there to the crowning glory? She certainly hoped so.
"Miss McKenzie" interrupted McElvin, "I understand you believe you're worth an Upper second, that's a big call from someone who was at the bottom end of the Lower second range, state your case"
Maybe there was an opportunity to shortcut, Valerie thought "Well, the faculty needs more female graduates and ...."
