Lost Girls (27 page)

However there
was one man who did appeal to her, a rising star professor in his
mid forties. He drove a hot red sports car, dressed well and
obviously had good taste. He was also obviously married, as a
couple times she had seen him walking around affectionately holding
hands with an older woman, at least his age, starting to show a bit
of wear and tear.

This woman was
stylish, like she came from moneyed stock, and was well groomed.
But it seemed like age was not her friend, whereas the Professor
was genuinely good looking. That may give her an opening.

Amanda managed
found out the timetable for one of his courses, a fairly small
class with only 25 other students. So she went along and sat up the
back, deciding to ask him for a private meeting as he was leaving
at the end of the lecture.

That was her
first break, she did not have the marks but he arranged an
appointment to see her. She spent a day learning all she could
about his subject field, and then turned up on the day modesty
dressed but with enough on show to make him aware of her
femininity.

She constructed
a hard luck story about how things had gone badly for her last
year, things outside of her control. Now she was back on track and
was really interested in this subject.

It must have
worked because the next week her name got added to his course
admissions.

She knew she
had to move slowly at first, apply herself and get knowledge in
this field as a diligent student for a few weeks before she made
her first moves in her other main game.

After a month
in the course she stayed back one day at the end of a lecture to
ask him a serious question. She dressed modestly apart from a low
cut top. As he sat at his desk working through the detailed answer
to her question she bent forward, writing notes as she spoke.
Carefully she positioned herself so, as she wrote, he had a close
up view into her open topped halter in which her breasts were well
outlined. They were directly in front of his eyes. She knew it was
working as several furtive glances were directed that way.

Determined not
to overplay her hand on day one she asked whether it was OK, once
she had worked through some examples on her own, for her to come
back to see him next week after class, so as to check her answers
and see if her understanding of the questions were correct.

She could tell
his interest to see more of her was aroused. He checked his diary
and said. “Next week I have a social engagement after this class,
however we could do it the following day if you like. My last class
ends at five. So I could see you here just after the end of class.
I am planning to work back for a couple hours to catch up on a few
things.

The day
arrived. It was a hot, late spring day. Amanda decided that a light
and filmy summer dress, cool and almost see through with back
lighting was the best thing to wear. That way, when he was sitting
at his desk and she was standing in front of it, her body
silhouette would be impossible to miss.

She tossed up
what underwear to put on, whether to skip it altogether so the
outline was most revealing. She experimented, looking at herself in
the mirror with only the light from the window behind. In the end
she decided to skip the bra, that way her breasts and nipples were
very visible in side silhouette, and from the front the curves and
spaces of her hips, legs and thighs were highlighted for him to
see.

On her bottom
she wore brief black lace knickers. Their colour, which contrasted
against her pale skin, could not be missed and as she stood in
front of him. She knew that from there she would be showing almost
everything except the small parts her knickers covered.

She would use
the heat of the day to apologise for the lightness of her dress,
knowing this would draw his attention to it even more. She timed
her arrival for 15 minutes after the lecture finished, figuring
that this would give time enough to slow students to leave, but for
it to be unlikely that he would have gone off somewhere else, just
in case he had forgotten the appointment.

She saw he was
still sitting at his desk near the front of the room as she came
in. It was dark and cool at his end of the room away from the
windows. She approached from the front of a big bank of windows
which cast light from directly behind her.

He looked up at
her footfalls. She paused to convey a level of anxious timidity,
saying, “Sorry to keep you waiting. It is so hot out there. I hope
you don’t mind my wearing a light summer dress; it was too hot for
jeans.”

As she spoke,
standing a body length back from his desk, she made a little
luxuriant stretch, half raising her arms with her legs apart. She
could feel her dress hem slide up to her mid thighs as she raised
her arms above her head.

She spoke in
her throatiest voice, “It is so lovely here in the cool, it feels
good to have that cool air wash over me.”

She knew in
that instant he had seen a full view of her almost naked body
shimmering through the dress, it felt like she had sent a little
current of electricity to him as his body reacted.

She now came
right up to the front of his desk, putting her written sheets to
the front of his work papers.

“I hope it is
still OK if I ask you to check these,” she said.

His eyes went
down to her work. As they did she turned her profile sideways,
moving half a step across to the side. She leaned in towards the
front of the desk, knowing that way that her breasts were clearly
seen side on, illuminated by the light of the window behind her.
She felt them hanging forward from her body. She held her pose for
a few seconds, surreptitiously watching his eyes being drawn to
look at her.

She
straightened, pulling her body taut and pressing her nipples out
against the filmy dress, knowing they were now the focal point,
saying. “Sorry, I must be blocking your light.” She walked behind
him and stood leaning over his should, allowing the curve of one
breast to slide against the top of his shoulder, moving it slightly
to maintain contact and increase his awareness. It also heightened
her own arousal.

She knew from
her biology studies that her body was pumping out pheromones which
were going straight from his nose to his brain. In this position
they stayed for a few minutes, he forcing himself to read her work
though it was clearly a struggle.

He pushed back
against her, making full contact with his shoulders and both of her
breasts, a seemingly deliberate motion. He appeared to be about to
speak.

She pre-empted
him. “Thank you for taking the time to read my examples, your
kindness really means a lot to me.”

She rested her
hand on his shoulder. As if abstractedly, she ran her fingers
through his hair.

He spoke with
difficulty, “Actually you seemed to have really grasped the key
concepts.” He paused as if to try and go further before the
situation overwhelmed him. Now she felt his hand go around her
waist then begin to caress her buttocks.

She said, “I am
glad you like it, but I am finding it very hard to think about my
writing, when you put your hand there, it feels so incredibly
delicious.”

She put both
arms around his neck from behind and pressed her full body against
his shoulders while she ran both her hands through his hair and
down the front of his chest, nibbling his ears as she did.

From there it
was a cascade of hands touching, lips connecting and clothes
discarded until they were naked together on the floor.

After it was
done they dressed. She decided to play the bashful maiden once
more. “I am always a sucker for serious handsome men in suits. I
did not mean it to come to this but you looked so sexy sitting
there I just could not help myself.”

“Me either,” he
nodded, ruefully. “I am not in the habit of seducing students. But
when I saw you with the light behind something just came over
me.”

She said, “Well
don’t feel bad, I really liked it. I hope we can do it again some
time. That would be really special. Though here is probably not the
best place in case someone walks in.”

So they started
their weekly assignments, mostly on a Thursday afternoon when he
had established a tradition of working late; now little work was
done. The next week it was in his office with a locked door. The
week after was in a hotel room near the University. By the fourth
week she was ready to take it to the next stage.

By this time
Amanda had mapped out his life and assets in their post lovemaking
conversations. He was clearly still attached to his wife and felt
guilt at what he was doing, but found himself powerless to stop the
affair.

From her point
of view he was a mediocre lover and, while he gave her little
gifts, perfume and minor jewellery, they were of no great value.
She wanted something substantial as the end result of this affair.
She knew to get this she needed some bargaining chips.

For the fourth
week she arranged to meet him at a friend’s place, someone who was
conveniently out of town for a week. Amanda had suggested she use
the place for a night or two to improve security, so she had left
Amanda the keys giving her unfettered access.

Amanda set it
up the day before, packing up all her friend’s personal effects and
substituting things of her own, a framed photo of her with her
father from last year, a similar one of her and her mother from a
couple years earlier and a third one of her with both her Mum and
Dad when she was little. She added a couple nick-knacks to give a
personal feel.

Hidden in room
corners she carefully placed cameras giving views from two angles
in the bedroom, and another camera giving a view of the lounge in
the living room to capture the preliminaries. She checked the
recordings but the noise volume was low so she added separate audio
recordings in both rooms. All were set up to run with a single
quick flick of a switch on his arrival. When ready she showered
quickly, put on a bathrobe, sprayed herself with perfume and part
dried her hair, knowing her nakedness underneath would quickly
arouse him.

Now all she had
to do was to wait for him to buzz the apartment entrance door and
her to let him in. She set up two wine glasses on the lounge table
and poured herself two inches, a nerve steadier.

The doorbell
buzzed and she spoke through the intercom. Come on up, second
floor, first door on the right after the stairs.

She greeted him
with a kiss on the lips, and brought him to the couch where she
poured his wine. As he sipped she let the bathrobe slide part open
over her thighs. Now his hand was caressing her all the way up,
pushing the robe aside as he stroked her intimately. She glanced at
where the camera was positioned, knowing it had got a full view.
Then his mouth was on her nipples and working down to the bottom of
her naked belly.

She pulled his
head back. “The bed will be more comfortable, let’s go in
there.”

He picked her
up and carried her through the door, setting her down beside the
bed while he took off her bathrobe then stripped off his own
clothes. Now he was on top of her grunting and groaning. She looked
up at the two tiny camera lenses and smiled, thinking,
This is
perfect
.

Then before he
could come she flipped his body under hers and worked herself up
and down over him like a gymnast while he smiled unknowing at the
camera, his face clear for all to see.

That night
after he went home to his wife she replayed it all, both the video
action and the sound. It was perfect; game, set and match to Amanda
in Round 1 against Mr Professor.

She thought she
should feel sorry for him about what was coming his way. But all
she felt was contempt. It would be easy from here. It would cost
him big time if he wanted to keep his job and his marriage. Plus
she felt entitled to have him pay her to use her body, he was an
ordinary lover and there had to be other compensations.

She skipped
seeing him for a week, wanting to heighten his desire and anxiety.
In the interim she had two copies made of the video and audio
recordings. She also had three little sample bottles which held
three cotton buds with his DNA. They were taken from his sperm
which filled the condom he had removed and left in her bin. Her
sample collection procedure and bottle labelling was also on video
tape lest he try and claim they had not come from her.

The next week
she agreed to meet him in his office an hour after the lecture
finished, wanting to ensure that on this day there were no
uninvited guests.

As he was
pouring her a drink she placed the USB stick with the video
recording in his office TV and switched it on. When the memory
stick was installed she watched as the file loaded then pressed the
play button. His back was turned.

She called to
him, “You might want to look at this.”

He turned to
see Amanda sitting on the lounge as a back view of a man showed
with him sliding apart her robe and moving his hand and mouth over
her body. There was a period of silence as his mind slowly absorbed
the evidence.

He was shaking
his head in horror and disbelief.

She decided to
play with him before her ultimatum, now opening her top and baring
her naked breasts.

“Do you
recognise these?” she said, with her sweetest smile, “They are here
now for you to play with, though now the price has gone up. Tonight
is your last free taste. From next week the price will be $10,000 a
month, payable at the start of the month, all in cash of
course.

“That will give
you access to continue this fun one night a week. If the money does
not come on the due date I will be sending one of these little USB
things to the University Chancellor and the week after another to
the local paper. I think it is obvious what follows from
there.”