Thread: Not So Snow White (Mr Quixotic & Aurelia)

Deep blue eyes, wide open with surprise, met brown ones, and the Dean was unable to do anything but remain motionless and watch the woman sashay to his desk. Faint, tinny sounds of women chattering and giggling seemingly came from somewhere outside, and it was only when Hunter realised that the source was his laptop speakers, that he became aware the computer must not have shut down, and he lurched forward. However, it was too late. By the time his fingers reached the button, she'd perched by his desk, and leaned over to see, clear as a bell, the half-naked college students on the monitor. His face was red and his Adams apple bobbed up and down as he forced his gaze to hers, and attempted a smile. Pretty, aren't they? It hit him that the woman, Ms White - now where had he heard that name before? - had come alone, and his discomfort, though not his embarrassment, eased somewhat. If she'd intended to have him arrested, then would she not have not been accompanied by the authorities? Hunter's blossoming suspicions were confirmed when she mentioned a trade of some sort, and he exhaled a sigh of relief. Feeling more comfortable, Hunter swivelled in his seat, and took the opportunity to appraise the woman's body when she paused to take stock of herself in the mirror. He usually preferred them younger, but this one was quite attractive. For her age. His gaze lifted back to an appropriate level when she turned to once again focus her attention on him, and he fell back in his chair, crossed one leg over the other, and tried to appear totally at ease. His pretence of nonchalance was belied by the way his jaw dropped, and he almost fell from his seat when she spelt out the deal. Hunter Forsyth blinked rapidly, and his head shook side to side. 'Whaaa? You want to turn your own...? His tone was one of incredulity, and he'd began to rise from his seat without being aware that he was doing so. I can't.... The Dean had made it halfway way out of his chair, when his entire body stiffened, and his movements ceased, as if he'd just turned into stone. With a leg bent at the knee, foot two inches from the floor, eyes wide open and locked on Evelyn, an arm extended outward, and the other behind his back, Hunter Forsythe had just remembered where he'd heard Ms White's name before, and who exactly her daughter was young, sexy, I-wish-she-were-a-cheerleader-so-I-could-watch-her-shower-naked, Sofia White - and he'd had an epiphany. Why the hell hadn't he thought of this before. Alcohol, drugs, a hot bitch who'd fuck on request, and college boys who liked to boast about their exploits, and the important people they knew. It might just work . His demeanour had totally changed by the time he regained control of his limbs, and made it to his feet. Hunter Forsythe smiled at Evelyn as he approached. I assume you're not looking to be nominated for a Mother of the Year award, but I won't ask why you'd want to whore out your own daughter. It must be a difficult thing to take when children start to outshine their parents. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all, and all that. Hunter's gaze briefly lowered to Evelyn's cleavage, and a smirk crept onto his face when he pulled his eyes back to hers. Or so I hear. Excuse me. Hunter gently brushed against Evelyn as he revealed the safe, and entered the combination. The lock clicked, the door opened, and he continued to speak as he reached inside. You really are an evil woman Ms White, but you have me over a barrel, how could I possibly refuse. To have my extracurricular activities made public is unthinkable. Graham Spencer would have a field day. Hunter shook his head, as if shocked at the very concept, and withdrew his arm from the safe. In his hand he held a package, about four inches long and two inches thick, wrapped in brown paper - a Christmas gift from his anonymous benefactors. He threw it in the air, then let it smack down into his palm, as if to test it's weight, and turned to face Evelyn. Just to be clear, we are speaking of the same Sofia White, are we not? Hunter shut the safe door. A gorgeous young creature, who studies criminology or the like. Never causes trouble, and is a credit to the college? The Dean clicked his tongue as the woman herself had done only moments before, and his tone became one of mock disappointment. Such a pity if a large quantity of drugs were to be discovered in her possession. Immediate expulsion, and of course, I'd need call in the Police drugs are not tolerated on this Campus. Her whole life destroyed, in an instant. Hunter Forsythe shrugged. After she was released from prison, the poor girl would be lucky to find a job pumping gas at minimum wage, and would most likely need revert to spreading her legs for a living. His eyes had begun to gleam with amusement, and something else. A hint of the same evil he'd seen in Evelyn. How does that sound to you, Ms White? I promise, if you keep up your end of the bargain, I'll keep up mine. By the time I'm done, there'll be a picture of Sofia next to the word slut in the Dictionary, and you'll be rich. Now, can you do me one favour? Hunter cocked an eyebrow, and pressed the package into Evelyn's hand. Ensure she gets this, you probably have better access to Sofia than I do at the moment. Maybe slip it into her book-bag, or such. Then give me a call. I'll have the Campus police detain her for questioning immediately. By me, of course.