It was late Friday night after a smashing victory for the varsity football team. Everyone had gone home, and Jeff Holden was alone on campus. He had decided to stay late and get some papers graded in the quiet of the night, no one to bother him. Those research papers were really a bitch to grade, and he needed the uninterrupted time. Since he was already there for the game, it was convenient just to stick around afterwards. Finally, he'd had enough of reading through the papers and was ready to get home. He checked his watch. 'Saturday morning, actually,' he thought.
He jiggled the door as he walked out of the building, making sure it was locked behind him as he left, heading toward the parking lot. The moment he walked around the corner of the building, he saw the graffiti in the beautiful old red brick. They had struck again.
'Shit, those little bastards.' Whoever it was, they had managed to evade getting caught for months. This was probably the fourth incident. 'At least they're creative,' he thought. The picture wasn't bad, and it was sexually graphic. It was almost art. 'Maybe we should be keeping an eye on the art students.' Shaking his head, he reached into his pocket for his cell phone to call it in. That's when she walked around from the other side, the evidence in hand.
Jeff stared at her in disbelief, still grasping the phone. He hadn't even had a chance to dial. He slipped the phone back in his pocket. "Kristine?" He couldn't believe it. He looked at the girl standing before him, and she seemed to be in shock, not moving a muscle. This was a star student. A senior, getting ready to go to an Ivy League school. Probably headed for valedictorian. Her future secure. And now suddenly not so secure. She knew it.
"Mr. Holden, I..." she began, and stopped. There was no way to explain.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw some shadows ducking and running, and within moments he heard a car start and drive off. Apparently her accomplices had just abandoned her to her fate. Jeff looked at her, standing there in her little minidress and barefoot. Long beautiful tanned legs. So sweet. He'd seen her earlier that night at the game, and she'd been wearing heels. 'Explains the loss of the shoes,' he thought. 'Hard to commit a crime in heels.' He felt his cock grow hard, and he cleared his throat.
"What the hell are you doing, Kristine? Do you know what you've just done to your future?" he questioned harshly. His disappointment was evident.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart was racing. He was the last person in the world she wanted to be the one to catch her. Her advisor, the one who had helped her get to the top of her class. Her mentor. 'Her crush.' She swallowed hard and shook her head. There was nothing she could say.
"We are going to have to make some kind of decision here." He pulled his keys out of his pocket and looked around the dark parking lot. No one had seen them, except for the rest of the guilty party. "Let's go to my office. We can talk about this."
She nodded and walked through the door Jeff opened for her into the dimly lit hallway, and he closed it behind him and locked it. Turning around he had a nice view of her walking ahead of him, her sixties style dress barely covering her ass. Long brown hair flowing down her back. 'So fucking beautiful.' She'd given him so much grief over the last year, thinking about those long legs and tight little ass. 'So wrong.' He adjusted himself, cursing the raging hard-on in his pants. 'So tempted to do something about it.'
She stopped at the door of his office and waited for him to unlock it. They walked in and he shut the door, then he turned to look at her, trembling before him.
"I think we should try to come to an understanding that doesn't involve you losing everything you've worked for," he began. "So let's make a deal. I'm not even going to ask the question why. And I'm going to keep this to myself. But you're going to have to give me the names of your buddies. I want to know who was involved."
She stubbornly crossed her arms and shook her head, "No way, Mr. Holden. Anything but that. I won't be a snitch."