Thread: White's quick connects (seeking Females)

Lengths one must go for secrets.... Blackmail, multiple male roles, drugs, adultery, dark elements are optional Seeking male or female roles... Intro post.... Normally, Lance Wilkerson was someone who could appreciate the need to keep a secret. As the son of a man who had been a rather high powered mutual funds manager, he understood the need to keep certain facts to one's self. Whether that fact was about business or real life, there were some things you just didn't want other people to know. Such as the extra-curricular activities of one of his students. Well, not his student. But he planned on changing that in a manner of speaking. Thumbing through the photos on his phone, he saw the one that showed what he was looking for. A picture of her, doing something that an important politician's daughter should not have been doing. Something that many students at post-secondary indulged in, and even something Lance himself had indulged in although it wasn't his thing. Losing some semblance of control due to heavy drinking on occasion ? Sure, assuming he had a long weekend or a week off. He'd only come into any job hung over once, and then never again. But drugs? Not his thing. Especially with what he'd found now. Putting the phone back into his pocket of his jeans, he grabbed his notebook, shoving it into his bag. Old habits as a student died hard, and even as many of his peers had ditched their backpacks for briefcases or just laptops Lance's was in his bag, he had kept the large, dark browngreen backpack that could still hold a ton of shit. Especially textbooks, one that his 'boss', Professor Grimes, was going to reference during class today. Lance would mostly be listening and helping to reinforce Grimes' points a strange look for a young man at six foot two and close to two hundred pounds almost a head taller then the man he answered to. Not the job he expected to have at twenty five years old. But a change in his father's fortunes meant Lance had to work for a living, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He kept it bottled up, smiling as he snuck in the back door to the open lecture hall, taking his seat in one of the front rows. He didn't dare cast his gaze towards the person he'd be speaking to after class the one who would be the outlet for his frustration. Lance settled into his seat, having thrown on a brown short sleeved collared shirt to go with his beige shorts. The lecture went on uneventfully, and Lance chimed in a couple of times, reminding the class about papers that were due, and also saying he was going to hand their written exercises back once he'd had a chance to mark them. He made a joke about Grimes being a figurehead, and the affable brown haired Caucasian professor - all of fifty three years old - laughed in response, the class indulging him with a few chuckles. It was a joke he'd used before, but not with this class. Still, once the class was over Lance deliberately moved towards where she was sitting. JANE DOE? Do you have a minute? Before last weekend, he barely knew anything about the young, attractive female student, until he'd looked closer at her last name. And until he'd seen her at the party doing something she shouldn't have... Last edited Jun 6, 2019