Chapter 4 - Part 1
Anthony sat at his desk in his office like any other Monday. The weekend had come and gone without him hearing anything from Eleanor. The police hadn’t knocked at his door; no charges had been filed against him. Marla still welcomed the change in his behavior and didn’t doubt him at all. And at this very moment Ms. Green, a secretary for the mathematics department, had knocked on his office door and entered the room without the slightest idea of what had happened here last Friday. Was it really that easy to have sex with a student, and more than that, to abuse her even, without any consequences looming on the horizon?
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Abuse.” The word itself still resisted him; he could hardly bring himself to think it, much less attach it to his own actions. But after what he had done to Marla, he could no longer deny that there was a part of him capable of exploiting Eleanor’s vulnerable position.
There was no trace of Friday’s events left in his office. The semen that had dripped to the floor he had quickly wiped away. The toppled-over monitor was back in its usual upright position. Picking up the seminar papers scattered on the floor had taken him barely a minute. Even the obscenely expensive first edition of Bertrand Russell’s and Alfred North Whitehead’s
Principia Mathematica had survived its fall from the shelf unscathed. Only his wife’s eyes appeared to judge him through the crack in the glass of the photograph on his desk.
But no one who had visited his office since then had noticed anything out of the ordinary. To Anthony, however, the room kept whispering an indelible echo of his past actions directly into his ear. The memory accused and seduced him at the same time. He wanted nothing more than to forget what had happened, to return to his normal life. At least that was what he tried to tell himself. But the truth was that he longed for the pleasure of fucking Eleanor on his desk. The memory of how he had lifted her skirt was tainted with guilt, yes, but even more so did it make him feel alive. He felt invigorated like he hadn’t since his youth.
“Mr. Robertson, did you hear me?”
He had observed the movement of Ms. Green’s lips but his brain had refused to translate the sound of her voice reaching his ears into comprehensible information.
“I’m very sorry. Would you mind repeating what you just said?”
Ms. Green looked slightly irritated. She didn’t seem angry, just surprised at his lack of attention.
“Of course. So, a friend of Claire’s called on her behalf to say she was sick. Honestly, I’m a bit worried. If she has someone else call for her, it might be something serious. But that’s all I know and I don’t want to speculate. On a more positive note, the contract for Ms. Price is ready. I’d need your signature here, and then Ms. Price would just need to come by the department office to sign it as well.”
Anthony nodded and took the contract from Ms. Green. Claire’s unusual cancellation worried him too. He couldn’t recall her ever calling in sick over the past two years. He signed the contract, expecting Ms. Green to leave his office now. Instead, she stayed and gave him an expectant look.
“Is there anything else?”
His voice was friendly.
“The contract, Mr. Robertson. Could you hand it back to me?”
He had left the contract on his desk as if it belonged there. But it was common practice that new student assistants picked up and signed their copy of the contract at the department office. Anthony, however, wanted to use the contract as a pretext to invite Eleanor back to his office.
“Oh, I’ll meet with Ms. Price after my lecture tomorrow anyway to talk about her application for a scholarship. If she’s coming to my office anyway, I thought it might be easier if she signed the contract here as well.”
Ms. Green frowned. What he said was plausible - on the surface. There was no real reason to deviate from the usual procedure. Theoretically, Eleanor could even pick up the contract today if she wanted to. But even if she didn’t, she could just as well make a quick detour to the department office after their meeting ended. His offer to keep the contract in his office simply didn’t save as much time or organizational effort as his words seemed to imply.
“As you wish… But I would appreciate it if you would tell Ms. Price to stop by the office after your meeting. Usually, we get to know the new assistants a little when they pick up their contracts.”
Ms. Green didn’t contradict him directly, but her insistence on seeing Eleanor after their meeting stripped the logic behind keeping the contract in his office of its last shred of validity. He gave Ms. Green a kind smile.
“Of course. She seemed very excited to start working with us. I’m sure she’s already looking forward to getting to know everyone here.”
Ms. Green smiled back at him, nodded, and left his office. Anthony sighed, his eyes fixated on the contract on his desk. His mouth watered.
Tomorrow she’d be here again. She’d lean over the table, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear just like her mother used to do. And when she’d be about to sign the contract he’d be there, behind her, ready to make his move. He’d lift her skirt, tear off her panties, and with one mighty push feel her again, her youthful cunt clamping down hard on his cock. He’d love it, the feeling of those tight walls desperately trying to close around his shaft, but unable to do so as he’d pry her open again and again.
Taking her from behind, the thought alone was intoxicating. He could already see it, the shaky signature she’d put on the contract under the tremors of his heavy thrusts, her barely legible name an everlasting monument to his dominance over her. She’d not just be wet this time, but dripping for him. He’d come quickly, filling her once more, but it would only be the beginning. He’d pull out, still fully erect, and ram his well-oiled cock deep into her virgin ass, neither giving her nor himself a moment of rest.
He’d savor fucking her painfully tight ass, silencing her inevitable moans with his hand pressed over her mouth. Every brutal thrust into her shredded rectum would send vibrations through her body, making his cum drip out of her abused cunt. In the end, he’d gift her a second load, burying her body under his, pressing her down against his desk, tits first. He’d come long and hard, his cock finally satisfied, yet still pulsing in her tight little shithole.
His fantasies about Eleanor had grown increasingly unrestrained. When he had begun fantasizing about her two months ago, his conscience had kept his daydreams in check, taming them or stopping them outright. But whatever scruples he still had, they had long since been reduced to shy observers of his depraved thoughts, barely daring to raise their voices anymore as he rubbed his painfully erect penis through his pants. He absolutely knew what turning his fantasies into reality would do to Eleanor. But he had…
raped… and traumatized her already. And once she’d be back in his office, alone with him, he wouldn’t be able to resist these impulses, he knew that. Why bother entertaining a guilty conscience that would fail at stopping him anyway?
He had accepted that he was capable of abusing one of his students and that he’d do it again. If that was inevitable, logic then dictated that he should derive the maximum amount of pleasure from raping her again. The last desperate remnant of his conscience sent a quiet appeal to the analytical mind he was so proud of. The concept of the sunk cost fallacy flickered through his thoughts for a moment. But the logical refutation of his justifications had stopped affecting him long ago. His conscience fully surrendered to desire when the cock he had freed from his pants spurted jet after jet of hot sperm against the underside of his desk.
After relieving himself and getting rid of the evidence of his release, he was finally able to compose an email to Eleanor without his thoughts drifting into fantasy.
“Dear Ms. Price,
I’m pleased to inform you that your employment contract for your position as a student assistant at the department is ready to be signed. Please accompany me to my office tomorrow after the Linear Algebra lecture. I would also like to use this opportunity to continue our discussion about potential scholarships that could help with your financial difficulties. Please take a look at the attached materials in advance. They cover...”
He attached several documents and links with information on scholarships Eleanor might be eligible for. He finished the email in the same polite, formal tone he had used throughout.
“…
Kind regards
Anthony Robertson”
He was about to click send when he suddenly hesitated. If Eleanor walked with him from the lecture hall to his office tomorrow, then they would ride the elevator together. Fucking her in the elevator was one of his recurring fantasies. He knew the risks. But everything he was doing with her was risky. Anybody could have walked into his office the first time he had fucked her. He took another look at the email he had written. If she wore tight jeans like she usually did in his lectures, he’d never be able to finish inside her before the elevator reached the thirteenth floor. He’d barely have time to pull her pants off her. He added one more line to his email before sending it.
“…
Please wear the skirt you wore for our last meeting.
Kind regards
Anthony Robertson”
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