Thread: Professor Dilemma {Niklaus Wirth & Enigma_x}

Ava had been completely stunned by the way her professor had gripped her chin, coaxing her gaze toward his. Shed never had a professor whod been so willing to put hands on her, of course, besides Mr Bishop. The touch caused a mix of emotions, one to suddenly strike out and others that made her wonder what itd be like if he had leaned forward, just a bit. His words almost fell on deaf ears, but at the moment he mentioned calling back Mr Bishop, Ava had expressed her discontent at the mere idea of having him around her. As hed released her, the female remained sat as she watched him walk around to his desk. He was handsome, young by lecturer standards. Ava was in her mid twenties, she doubted he was more than ten years older than her, maybe a little if it was the case. Her thoughts of him were soon interrupted as he questioned her intentions for the job. His accusation hit a sore point for her. Of course she wasnt. There were several reasons, one of which was avoiding Mr Bishop at all costs, besides, she wanted to do well in this class. Ava had several firm retorts but she ignored the blatant snipes she could deliver and simply returned to her marking without saying a word. Thank you, Was all she could muster when he agreed for her to come back and do the work after classes. It was only when he asked about Mr Bishop that she realised she hadnt formed a strong basis for her lie. Well I sometimes I do some filing for him. A few things here and there. Once again, her tone was rather solemn. Ava was flicking through several papers when he announced he was leaving. The thought of him going was disconcerting. Unsettling. Not because he was her protector, but because she knew with another member of staff there she was safe. Of course, there was a hint of affection toward him, no doubt if he knew then hed be all for stopping it. The only thing that prevented her from telling him was how hed see her simply manipulated into doing lewd acts to an old, unattractive man for his silence. No doubt hed move for her to be removed from the school. Mr Wirth wasnt known for being soft, not in any sense. So why would he take mercy on her? Not to mention itd be her word against a well known and well respected lecturer. The next few classes were dragging. There was a horrible knot in Avas stomach regarding the moment the last bell rung. No doubt Mr Bishop would be texting her in a flurry, so she decided itd be best if she confronted him. Despite having put up with the blackmail, she was at breaking point. After all, who would be able to continue it? It was too much. All she had to do was tell him that she was working with Mr Wirth, so she couldnt do as hed asked. As the day pressed on, her plans to confront him turned into her giving him a quick text. As shed expected, an array of threats soon came through. The female gave a soft sigh as she chose to ignore the incoming messages to focus on her classes. As the last bell rang, she collected her bag and folders, hurrying out of the class with a mass of students, hoping to get lost in the crowd. Despite the situation, she still felt rather happy to be spending the late afternoon with Mr Wirth, he was a far better option than Bishop. Not to mention he wasnt painful to look at. As she was making her way down toward his office, she noticed Mr Bishop coming toward her. A flurry of curses slipped her lips as he blocked her way forward, seemingly waiting for other students to clear out of the hall before gripping her upper arm and hurling her toward an empty classroom. This was not our deal, He snapped coldly, his gaze was full of malice. It was a look shed seen one too many times. I have to pass my classes! Mr Wirth asked me to come back after school hours to finish work I was unable to do. It was clear that her words didnt get through to him. A sharp, sting of pain rippled through her right cheek. That, she hadnt expected. The female gazed toward the red faced man as he leaned in toward her. Youre nothing more than a cheap whore. If youre thinking about cutting our deal, you should know Ive been recording every single thing youve been doing on your knees. You leave this deal Ill share it with the whole school. As if giving her time to deal with the full situation, he stalked off toward his classroom. Ava simply stood motionless, frozen almost. He could be lying, but she doubted it. He was a smart man he knew how to get what he wanted. After five minutes, she finally began to move. The red tint on her cheek was ever so slightly visible, not that she was thinking about that issue. Now she was concerned with a whole range of issues he could cause. Pornographic videos of her on the internet, now that could give her a lifetime of problems. This was getting far too serious, shouldnt she have called the police? Her mind reeled with possibilities as she made her way toward Wirths office. It seemed she was already twenty minutes late. How had the time passed? Slowly, she edged her way into the office, the door slightly creaking upon her entrance. Im sorry Im late... I ran into another professor who wanted to get some homework I forgot to hand in. It wasnt a full lie, but it still clearly wasnt the whole truth. Her skin was usually pale and rather porcelain, except her right cheek. The mark still remained. Swiftly, she pushed that aside and settled at the desk opposite his own, gathering up the last paper she was working on before whipping out her trusty red pen to begin marking. Her whole attitude was different to this morning, she was meek and almost hesitant to speak. Something had clearly affected her enough to cause her to revert to a rather submissive state. Finally, she managed to work up the courage to ask what shed been considering for some time. Professor, Ive found two students who share the exact same answers and most of the working. The female rose from her seat and made her way toward the taller male, placing the paper down on his desk. Slowly, she bent slightly to lean ever so gently against the desk as she flicked to various pages. Theyve clearly copied, the working out is almost identical, even the errors. Her gaze swept up toward him, her shirt somewhat hanging open. She certainly didnt realise it the thought wasnt even in her mind. No doubt it was revealing the white lace cupping her bruised, ample breasts. The bruises werent just limited to one area, if he looked down far enough, hed see a fair mount of markings over her chest. I assume this means they have to come see you? The female rose, glancing at the papers for a moment as she rested her hands on her curvaceous form. She should have known the protocol, but her mind was failing to function. All she could imagine was how her life was so close to falling apart. It was clear as her hues glazed over a slightly watery appearance as she glanced away from her professor. Im sorry, Ill sort it out. Ill check the handbook, She murmured, gathering up the papers and making her way back to the desk. There were so many emotions welling up inside of her. Anger, fear, sadness. It was hard to keep check on all of them. As she sat back at her desk the female couldnt help the tears rolling down her cheeks, warming her face as she stared toward the work before her. Another text beeped from her phone. Almost immediately she checked it, seeing an image pop up in an email. Son of a bitch, The female snapped viciously, hurling her phone across the room as she pulsed with rage. The image was exactly what she feared. Bishop making sure that she knew he was serious. It was an image of her on her knees, lips around his dick. The mere glimpse of it made her want to vomit. I cant do this anymore, The female huffed, immediately grabbing her bag and beginning to pack her things. How could she fight him? She could get evidence on him, but when would it end?