"Wait a sec...what's this?" Chloe said to herself as she saw a recently added post in the university's course information forum. The headline read "Well Paid Research Junior Required For Biomedical Professor". Clicking on the link she read the post, her interest growing more and more piqued. It ran as follows:
"Professor Andrew Dalkeith is conducting research on cross-hybrid mitosis genetic manipulation and stem cell resilience. He is willing to pay his preferred student research junior $60 per hour to help run his experiments over Friday and Saturday night this weekend, hours 11pm -- 4am. Contact Professor Dalkieth on ext. 475 or send the access code for your online university profile via the cited link below. Students with nursing majors will be preferred."
Chloe didn't hesitate. She clicked on the link and posted the requisite coding for her university profile (which included her academic credits, contact details and the obligatory photo ID), all the while trying to calculate in her head the dollars on offer. The answer of $600 meant she could probably afford to pay for next semester's textbooks (and then some) without having to pull any extra shifts at the old folks home. That certainly gave her a sense of relief. Then, as soon as the good feeling came it disappeared. "Everyone will want this job...shit!" Riding the waves of excitement and cynicism was something Chloe hated, so to try and clear her mind of it she went over to her closet and pulled out a secreted box of chocolates. "Mmmm...That's yummy." Chloe giggled as she popped one of the cream centred candies in her mouth. "I'll get that position...he'll have to choose me."
Sitting back down at her desk and staring again at her PC Chloe reviewed the post again, then opened a new tab on her Firefox browser. She looked up some more details about Professor Dalkieth, because she believed that if she was goingt o have any chance of securing the casual work she should find out some more about her potential boss. On the Biomedical Department's web site she found the Professor's home page. There was a photo of him, and Chloe was pleasantly surprised to see he didn't look like the old geek who he could have been. Short blond hair, a bit of a beard and moustache, green eyes (almost big and puppy-like she reflected), average height and build and of course in a white lab coat, Chloe thought he was at least friendly looking. His academic resume went for almost three pages and she didn't look into it too much. She saw some references to mutant recombinant DNA and citations relating to government authorities (including NASA), but that stuff was kind of irrelevant. Chloe's aim was to try and size up from Dalkieth's photo and any personal stuff on his web site (which was minimal at best...a reference to golf as a hobby and a recent trip to Sydney Australia was all he had), so if he interviewed her she had some idea as to how pleasant or how grueling he would be.
As it was getting late Chloe decided to power down her computer and try and get some sleep. The taste of the chocolate was slowly fading as she changed out of her jeans and t-shirt. Chloe was a very pretty 23 year old, with mid-length honey blonde hair, mischievous eyes, a grin that had broken hearts when she was in senior high school and a slender body that have all the right curves and shapes. She knew guys looked her at a lot, but since the business with her last boyfriend she'd steered clear of anything beyond friendship. She had her imagination, a certain device buried deep under the socks and panties in her top dresser drawer, and other more mundane stuff to keep her happy sexually, and besides university and part-time work were both sufficiently strong deterrents to her libido. It was getting late, Melinda was not going to be home for hours yet (if at all) so Chloe threw on a night shirt, tugged down her panties and put them in the laundry basket at the foot of her bed, and then climbed under the sheets. A flick of the light switch brought immediate darkness to the young student nurse's room and before she'd thought two or three more times about the $600 dollars she could get from Professor Dalkieth she feel into a deep, full sleep.