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

Hunter Forsythe smiled at the roll of the women's eyes, caused, he assumed, by his depiction of her daughter. The Dean thought that Evelyn herself would have been a hot piece of ass back in her day, which was possibly the cause of her obvious dislike of Sofia. Oh well, age caught up to everyone, didn't it? Hunter looked in the mirror and lifted a hand, now free of the package he'd removed from the safe, to run his fingers through his hair. No more grey had appeared since he'd checked five minutes ago. Only five minutes? It felt like a lifetime had passed since Eve had knocked on the door. Finished with appraising himself, he flicked another piece of lint off the breast of his jacket and returned his attention to Mrs White. He did his best to remain still, and not squirm out of reach when she patted his shoulder. A cocked brow, pursed lips, and roll of the eyes accompanied the dripping sarcasm in his tone. It's been my pleasure, Evelyn. Her mention of fun reminded him that she'd interrupted his favourite time of the day, and he waved her off quickly when she reached the door. Of course, if we're going to do this properly, I'll need to provide evidence of Sofia's fall from grace. So I hope you don't mind if I film? He smiled, then slumped into his seat as she exited. A shiver coursed through his body one of excitement at the potential of what this new development could bring, mingled with fear at the trouble Ms White could cause. He'd be having nightmares about that evil grin. Hunter sighed, picked up the half-full water glass which sat on his desk, finished it one gulp to soothe his dry throat, and allowed his eyes to drift to the monitor. The girls had changed and were on their way out to the field. Damn-it. Now he'd have to wait another hour. At least that gave him time to contemplate the situation he found himself in. The first thought that crossed his mind was to use Snow himself, but he almost immediately dismissed the idea. He doubted that would help with his little 'medical problem', and it would be humiliating. Hunter closed his eyes. What to do with her, where to start? Anyone who entered would most likely assume Hunter to be in a trance, or meditating, as he ran those questions over and over through his mind. He didn't know who was responsible for the drug trade, but he was sure he could guess the Fraternity involved. Delta Tau Fucking Chi. The all-male Fraternity occupied a rented house just outside the University grounds, and had been the subject of numerous complaints during the Dean's tenure, however no-one had been willing to provide the testimony required in order for him to take disciplinary action. They were difficult to infiltrate, and unless you were a part of their crowd or issued a special invitation, it was virtually impossible to gain access to the Frat House. The ring-leaders, Stephen Drummond and Doug Rawlings, were cunning enough to remain behind the scenes and assigned the majority of the grunt work to their little Freshman pet, Stuart Thomson. Hunters lips curled to form a smile as he decided that's where he'd start. What eighteen year old boy wouldn't rat out his friends in exchange for free pussy? The Dean's eyes flew open, and he jumped from his seat when the phone buzzed. Evelyn? His body straightened and his arm shot out. Before he even had time to issue a greeting or utter a word, Eve spoke, She's yours, and the line went dead. Forythe paused, and bit his lip. Then he hit the cradle to obtain a dial done, and entered the number for the security office. As he'd hoped, Fat Albert answered the call the man owed him a favour. Campus Police were engaged to protect the students, not steal their panties, and when Hunter had discovered his employee's peccadillo - coincidentally Albert had snuck into the Women's changing rooms during cheerleading practice as Hunter watched - he'd been able to sympathise, and after a search of the Security man's personal locker had revealed enough underwear to open his own store, assured the man his job was safe. It had occurred to Hunter that the information could be put to use at a future time, and his instincts had proved correct. Hunter Forsythe placed the phone down after a brief conversation, and glanced at the clock. Ms Sofia White would be arriving shortly. Fat Albert, although of Italian descent rather than African American, resembled the cartoon character. Around thirty-five years of age, he had wiry dark hair, and was as wide as he was tall. A roll of blubber hung out of the waistband of his blue slacks, and wobbled with each step, and the buttons of his sweat-stained XXXXXXXXL white, buttoned dress-shirt - 'Campus Police' epaulets on each shoulder - threatened to pop off from the strain of the gut bulging against the fabric. A black, extendable baton and a set of handcuffs hung from his utility belt, and slapped against his meaty thighs as he waddled towards the classroom where Hunter had advised him Sofia could be found. Sofia. Her first lesson of the day was almost over, but it wouldn't be her last. Albert pushed open the door, in an attempt at stealth, but by the time he squeezed himself fully through the entrance, his exertions had drawn the attention of most of the class. Can I help you? Albert glanced at the Lecturer, nodded, then began to scan the room, and wheezed through shortened breath. Ms Sofia White. Please show yourself, you need to come with me.