Charles had fucked Sara again twice more before she left.
The first time, after dinner, he was more urgent and took her to please himself and his mood, doggy-style and roughly. By then he'd found out all he needed to know from her about the management of her college, and he was beginning to look forward with renewed determination and energy to his forthcoming meetings with the principal. He'd also neglected Sara's very shapely arse somewhat in their first encounter, and he enjoyed putting this right.
Afterwards, though, he was gentle, and held her in his arms as they both fell asleep. He'd woken first, too, and she didn't know it but he'd spent an enjoyable few minutes simply admiring her innocent and relaxed sleeping face and body before he roused her, softly stroking her naked shoulder.
He'd whispered a few words in her ear, and then disappeared under the duvet to feast on her pussy. Finally he came slowly back up her body, dwelling on her breasts with his tongue and hands, before taking her for a third time, pushing his thick, erect cock hard and deep into her, relishing the way her soft tits bounced in time to his rhythm and her open face lay back against the sheets, framed by her unkempt hair.
Later, when they were both dressed and ready to leave, he kissed her briefly on the mouth and gave her bum an affectionate slap.
'Thank you for a lovely time. You're a fantastic young woman, and very good for an old man like me.
'I'd enjoy fucking you again sometime, but I also think you can make more of your life than just living off your sex. Provided you complete your studies successfully, if you'd like a job in London, once you graduate give me a call and I'll see what I can do: I'm always looking for interns and PAs, especially attractive female ones, and I pay sufficiently well that sleeping with me occasionally is no hardship for anyone and there's no need to escort on the side.' He smiled at her, and she nodded to show that she understood.
'I might do that,' she smiled back, and was genuine. 'I've actually quite enjoyed myself too.'
'I must warn you though: don't call me if you drop out of your course or fail. I mean what I say about living off sex alone -- it's a temptation but it won't last -- and I want my protégés to succeed and have good lives. Think of my offer as an incentive to work a bit harder. I won't give two chances.'
Her face clouded briefly at the idea of her studies, but an underlying deep glow remained -- a night of having her body worshipped, her bank account filled and her mind stimulated was difficult to forget that quickly. She smiled, nodded, and turned to go -- not quite fast enough to avoid feeling Charles grab a final squeeze of her arse through her dress. She turned her head back to him and grinned.
Charles watched her go and wondered if he'd see her again. (He would, as it turned out, and the story didn't conclude quite as happily as he'd hoped, but that is for another time).
Three days later, after many meetings and hours poring over account books and records, Charles sat opposite the principal of Sara's college in two of the easy chairs set out in her rather grand office. He knew from the personnel records that the woman facing him was almost 50, had never married, and was originally from Holland, although she'd been in the UK for more than 25 years. She looked considerably younger though, with an attractive face and long blond hair, part-plaited in an almost hippy style, and a figure that was on the lean side of full, with modest breasts implied by her loose-cut blouse. Her legs were hidden beneath a full-length skirt.
"So..?' she started.
'So... I think we may be able to do business,' responded Charles, 'but I don't think you're necessarily going to like my terms.'
'I'm listening,' she was indeed looking him directly in the eye.
'In purely commercial terms, this business is in deep trouble,' he said, 'but I know this is no surprise to you. You're heavily in debt, the income doesn't cover your costs, and you have a hefty tax bill next month.'
'But we have a plan which, if you fund us, will see us return to profit within three years.' She pointed to a folder on the table beside him.
'Yes,' he said, 'but unfortunately, you're asking me to rescue you based on a business plan which is full of holes. Your assumptions on new students are a fantasy, and there are no new ideas in there which will either reduce your costs or make this place more attractive.'
He paused, but she remained both silent and expressionless.
'...and there are a few very material things you aren't telling me, too, aren't there?'
'What do you mean?'
She was a good actor, he noted.
