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By all societal standards, Kelly is what you would call an elite. She came from an upper class family. As an undergrad, she was top of her class. She completed her PhD in science at the tender age of twenty-five, and her postdoc at thirty. She had an impressive publication record, and was teaching classes at a reputable Canadian university. The only problem was that she was not tenure-track, and she would likely never get a tenured position.
More than half of all Canadian undergraduates are now taught by contract faculty. Almost all of them have an impressive academic track record, and are overqualified, overworked, underpaid, and undervalued. They have no job security, and are all working to simply make ends meet, in the hope of scoring a permanent faculty position, which, sadly, only a handful will ever be offered. Kelly was one of these candidates.
It had been three years since she started teaching at the university. She was in charge of planning, organizing, and teaching four courses at the meager salary of a little more than $21,000 a year, just enough to survive. However, with only a month notice, the faculty decided to cut one of her courses from the curriculum. Not only would she have wasted all of the time she had put into preparing the course, for which she was not remunerated, but her financial security was now in imminent jeopardy as well. So, she sought a meeting with the dean of her faculty, in the hope of reinstating the class.
She had seen Dean Lewis giving speeches to the entire faculty on numerous occasions, but she had never spoken to him directly. He was a tall, Caucasian, married man in his late fifties. He was charming, and presented somewhat of an imposing figure, which was rather fitting for his job. So, she sought a meeting with the Dean. Surprisingly, it only took an email to schedule the appointment, which was to take place the coming Friday afternoon at 4:30pm.
Kelly arrived fifteen minutes early to the meeting on Friday, and waited outside the Dean’s office, as instructed by the secretary. The waiting room was rather business-like. It had a white-tile floor, white walls, and rows of fluorescent lights that gave the room a very cold atmosphere. By 5:30pm, everybody had left the office, except for Kelly, who was still waiting. She was beginning to get frustrated, but she was determined to speak to the Dean. Finally, the Dean opened the door to his office, and without uttering a word, simply gestured with his hand to Kelly to follow her. ‘What a douche,’ thought Kelly.
As she walked into the Dean’s office, it was as if she had entered another world. The room was warmly lit from the lamps by the wall. The floor was carpeted, and the walls were paneled in wood. The furniture, library, and desk were all made of polished wood of dark mahogany color. The Dean made his way to his desk, and motioned for Kelly to close the door and sit on the chair opposite him.
“You came to ask me to reinstate the class that was just cancelled. Before you speak, I need to let you know that I cannot do that. The university is under budget constraint, and I must make the difficult choices,” the Dean said, looking directly into Kelly’s eyes as she was sitting down. That took Kelly by surprise. She did not know how to react, but she knew she had to break out of her petrified look, with her eyes and mouth wide opened. Meanwhile, Dean Lewis sat comfortably with his back resting on the chair and his legs crossed.
Before she could say anything, Dean Lewis continued, “Kelly, I can’t reinstate your class, but I have read your dossier, and I can make you a tenure-track professor. But of course, everything comes with a price. From now on, until you get your tenureship, you will have to spend at least one night a week with me. After you get your tenure, you are free to break this relationship if you want.”
“What guarantee do I have that I will get tenure?” Kelly responded.
“You don’t. But I can guarantee you this; you won’t get it unless I help you. I could promise you two things, though. One, I will fight tooth and nail to get you the position. Two, this position is now vacant, and needs to be filled by the start of the next academic year. The candidate needs to be selected by the next semester. In order words, should you agree to our contractual agreement, you would only need to see me once a week for a few months.”
“This is blackmail!”
“No, Miss Kelly, this is not. Blackmailing is when you force someone to do something against their will, and a failure to do so would lead to undesirable consequences. This is an offer. Of course, I don’t expect you to make your decision now. Go home, and take the weekend to think about it. Should I not hear any answer by Monday, I would assume the answer is no. I will pretend this meeting never happened, and we would go about our business as usual.”
The rest of the evening, as well as the weekend, went by in a blur for Kelly. She contemplated the ‘offer’, and considered just quitting science and academia all together. But she had invested too much of her time, energy, and effort into her career. She kept replaying the conversation, especially the part where Dean Lewis praised her.
‘I still remember the first time I laid eyes on you. You were so full of hope. I know your academic profile, and I must say, I am impressed. It’s a shame that the academic world can be so unfair and cruel. I want to help you, Kelly.’
She was determined to succeed, even at the cost of her dignity, so she agreed to the offer. Several days later, she received a package at home. Inside the package, she found a black choker necklace; an elegant black see-through bra, decorated with red flower motifs; a red garter belt; and a black, sheer, thigh-high stocking with red hems. There was also a card with instructions in it.
‘Wear a trench coat if you have one, a long overcoat if you don’t. Wear only what is inside this package underneath, and nothing else. Wear high heels.’ And under these instructions were the time and address of the place of the encounter. There was also an electric key. She would later find out that the key was to get access to the elevator in a luxurious condo complex downtown.
Kelly was rather relieved that the meeting place was inconspicuous. The parking lot was at the basement of the condo complex, so Kelly was able to drive in, park, and make her way to the elevator without anybody seeing her.
As the elevator carried her up to the condo, thoughts were racing into her mind, overwhelming her with emotions of guilt and shame, but she was determined. ‘It’s only a few encounters, there are only so many weeks left in the semester. I would never have to do this again with this asshole,’ she kept telling herself. Walking around with nothing but a trench coat over her practically naked body also did not help with the situation. She kept looking over her shoulders to see if anyone recognized her.
When she finally arrived at the door and knocked, the door only opened after what felt like an eternity to Kelly. Standing in front of her was Dean Lewis. He was as imposing and intimidating as usual, but looked different. He was wearing a fitted white shirt, with the first three buttons from the collar undone, and marine, silk-looking pants, hemmed right above the ankle, which fitted him like a glove.
Without uttering a word, he motioned Kelly to come in. She obliged, and as she entered, she scanned the condo. What caught her attention was the ceiling to floor windows that took up a whole wall, overlooking the city as the sun set. It was almost dusk, and the room was filled with a vibrant orange light.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? You can only look out from these windows, not in,” Dean Lewis said, while looking out the window. He then remained silent, with his hands in his pockets, his eyes looking out intently, while the dying sunlight bathed his face. With both hands held tightly together, and her head bowed, Kelly observed Dean Lewis at the corner of her vision.
She loathed this man for putting her in this situation, and reducing her dignity. Yet, at that moment, she admired him. There was an aura of imposing confidence radiating out of this man. The fact that he was tall, with an athletic build, and drop-dead gorgeous, obviously added to his appeal. Kelly felt intimidated, so small and powerless next to him.
Suddenly, Dean Lewis turned to her. “Take off your coat,” he ordered.
That took Kelly by surprise. That moment of serenity shattered completely. She awkwardly took off her coat, looked around, and walked clumsily in her high heels to the sofa to put it down. She then crossed her arms and turned half way, so that her side was toward Dean Lewis. She was sharply aware of her attire, wearing nothing but a lusty, see-through bra, garter belt, stockings, and high heels, not to mention the choker necklace. It made her feel like a slut.
“Put your hands down,” he said, in an authoritative tone. Kelly did as she was told, but not without hesitation. Her head still bowed low with hair over her face. Dean Lewis walked slowly toward her, hands still in his pockets. He circled around Kelly, deliberately, looking at her intensely, up and down. She felt she was being consumed whole by his gaze. He stopped in front of Kelly, and with his right hand to her chin, gently lifted her head up, so their eyes met. He then pushed the long, silky blond hair covering her face, back behind her ears.
He moved closer, and said, “Keep your head high, your back straight, walk toward the windows, and put both of your hands on the glass,” though this time with a gentler tone. Slowly, Kelly walked toward the window, trembling as she did. She was so scared and uncomfortable, but to her astonishment, she also felt a tinge of excitement. She quickly brushed that feeling away, telling herself that this was only a transaction, that she would not let herself feel even an ounce of pleasure. When she finally made her way to the window, she pressed her hands against the glass, and again bowed her head down.
Dean Lewis walked slowly toward her. She could hear the footsteps, and feel his presence getting closer. He stopped only inches away from her. For a moment, she was wondering what he was doing, until she saw the white shirt fall to the floor beside her.
His fingers slowly and gently pushed her hair from one side to another, and brought it over her right shoulder, from behind. He leaned closer, resting his face behind her left ear, and took in a deep breath, savoring that delicious smell emanating from her body. Kelly closed her eyes, raised her head a little, and unwittingly let out a quiet, and soft moan.
Dean Lewis then spoke gently, “I still remember the first time I laid eyes on you.” Kelly remembered that speech all too well. She kept replaying it in her head. It was those words that reminded her that she was actually a competitive candidate, and that she deserved a tenure track. It also reminded her the reason why she was in the condo. It was for the sole and unique purpose of completing the transaction in hope of getting a tenure track position. But to her surprise, that wasn’t what Dean Lewis had in mind to say.
Very gently, Dean Lewis whispered to her ear, “I remember thinking to myself, what a gorgeous and elegant woman you were. You make me weak, Kelly. You see, you keep bowing your head, when in fact, I am the one who should be on my knees. You have no idea the kind of power you have over me. You should feel empowered. I need you, Kelly. I can no longer satisfy myself with only having you in my fantasy.”
Those words had a powerful effect on Kelly. A few simple sentences, and she immediately felt so much more confident with her naked body, forgetting that she was actually being coerced to be in this situation. She wanted to turn around and face Dean Lewis, but his powerful hand, now wrapped around the back of her neck, pushing her gently forward, prevented her from turning.
She felt his other hand holding her hip, positioning her. As if driven by instinct, Kelly parted her legs slightly, and arched her back, pushing her hips backward towards him. The tip of his cock was slowly toying at the entrance of her sex, which was now completely drenched, and slowly, he slid his cock into her pussy. By now, any hesitation that Kelly may have had completely abated. She wanted it. She needed it. They stayed in that position, Dean Lewis slowly driving his cock in and out of her, not for very long though, for she quickly built an orgasm and came.
Dean Lewis then turned her around to face him. She was delighted, as she was finally able to see and relish his body. He pushed her gently backward. Kelly wanted to embrace him, but at the same time, wanted to keep a distance, in order to enjoy the beautiful view before her. While not cut like a movie star, he had an ample chest, with not much abdominal fat. Clearly, he worked out on a regular basis.
Kelly continued to move backwards until her back reached the wall. Dean Lewis moved in to give her a passionate kiss, plunging his tongue inside her. Then, with one swift motion, he reached his hands behind her and lifted her up in the air. She instinctively clamped both her hands around his neck, holding him tightly to her, and wrapped her legs around him in order to not fall. She had a tight grip on him now. Pressed against the wall, Dean Lewis was now fucking her while standing.
It didn’t take long before she came, and right after her orgasm was over, Dean Lewis carried her over to the couch by the wall, his cock still in her pussy. He then kneeled down, and put Kelly down in such a way that her upper back was pressed against the wall, while her lower back was pressed into the back of the sofa. Her arms stretched out to either side, holding on to the couch, but what was supporting her were the muscular forearms Kelly was now sitting on.
Dean Lewis stretched both of his arms out and below Kelly’s thighs, grasping the back of the couch for support. Kelly was now completely exposed, legs spread wide, and her arms on either side of the couch for extra support. Dean Lewis, remained still for a moment, feasting on the view, and then moved his hips closer, bringing his cock to her opening. He entered slowly, and gave a few gentle and delicate strokes. Then he started pounding away. With each thrust, a slapping sound filled the room, along with her loud moans.
Within seconds, Kelly felt her orgasm build up again, and in a few short minutes, she came violently again. This time, her whole body shivered uncontrollably. Her arms gave way and she collapsed. Dean Lewis helped her fall to her side, and she fell asleep from exhaustion, completely satiated sexually.
Kelly would continue to see Dean Lewis secretly, and after several months, Dean Lewis held up his end of the bargain. Kelly eventually became a tenure track professor at the university. True to his word, Dean Lewis stopped communicating with Kelly… until Kelly asked to become Dean Lewis' personal mistress.
More than half of all Canadian undergraduates are now taught by contract faculty. Almost all of them have an impressive academic track record, and are overqualified, overworked, underpaid, and undervalued. They have no job security, and are all working to simply make ends meet, in the hope of scoring a permanent faculty position, which, sadly, only a handful will ever be offered. Kelly was one of these candidates.
It had been three years since she started teaching at the university. She was in charge of planning, organizing, and teaching four courses at the meager salary of a little more than $21,000 a year, just enough to survive. However, with only a month notice, the faculty decided to cut one of her courses from the curriculum. Not only would she have wasted all of the time she had put into preparing the course, for which she was not remunerated, but her financial security was now in imminent jeopardy as well. So, she sought a meeting with the dean of her faculty, in the hope of reinstating the class.
She had seen Dean Lewis giving speeches to the entire faculty on numerous occasions, but she had never spoken to him directly. He was a tall, Caucasian, married man in his late fifties. He was charming, and presented somewhat of an imposing figure, which was rather fitting for his job. So, she sought a meeting with the Dean. Surprisingly, it only took an email to schedule the appointment, which was to take place the coming Friday afternoon at 4:30pm.
Kelly arrived fifteen minutes early to the meeting on Friday, and waited outside the Dean’s office, as instructed by the secretary. The waiting room was rather business-like. It had a white-tile floor, white walls, and rows of fluorescent lights that gave the room a very cold atmosphere. By 5:30pm, everybody had left the office, except for Kelly, who was still waiting. She was beginning to get frustrated, but she was determined to speak to the Dean. Finally, the Dean opened the door to his office, and without uttering a word, simply gestured with his hand to Kelly to follow her. ‘What a douche,’ thought Kelly.
As she walked into the Dean’s office, it was as if she had entered another world. The room was warmly lit from the lamps by the wall. The floor was carpeted, and the walls were paneled in wood. The furniture, library, and desk were all made of polished wood of dark mahogany color. The Dean made his way to his desk, and motioned for Kelly to close the door and sit on the chair opposite him.
“You came to ask me to reinstate the class that was just cancelled. Before you speak, I need to let you know that I cannot do that. The university is under budget constraint, and I must make the difficult choices,” the Dean said, looking directly into Kelly’s eyes as she was sitting down. That took Kelly by surprise. She did not know how to react, but she knew she had to break out of her petrified look, with her eyes and mouth wide opened. Meanwhile, Dean Lewis sat comfortably with his back resting on the chair and his legs crossed.
Before she could say anything, Dean Lewis continued, “Kelly, I can’t reinstate your class, but I have read your dossier, and I can make you a tenure-track professor. But of course, everything comes with a price. From now on, until you get your tenureship, you will have to spend at least one night a week with me. After you get your tenure, you are free to break this relationship if you want.”
“What guarantee do I have that I will get tenure?” Kelly responded.
“You don’t. But I can guarantee you this; you won’t get it unless I help you. I could promise you two things, though. One, I will fight tooth and nail to get you the position. Two, this position is now vacant, and needs to be filled by the start of the next academic year. The candidate needs to be selected by the next semester. In order words, should you agree to our contractual agreement, you would only need to see me once a week for a few months.”
“This is blackmail!”
“No, Miss Kelly, this is not. Blackmailing is when you force someone to do something against their will, and a failure to do so would lead to undesirable consequences. This is an offer. Of course, I don’t expect you to make your decision now. Go home, and take the weekend to think about it. Should I not hear any answer by Monday, I would assume the answer is no. I will pretend this meeting never happened, and we would go about our business as usual.”
The rest of the evening, as well as the weekend, went by in a blur for Kelly. She contemplated the ‘offer’, and considered just quitting science and academia all together. But she had invested too much of her time, energy, and effort into her career. She kept replaying the conversation, especially the part where Dean Lewis praised her.
‘I still remember the first time I laid eyes on you. You were so full of hope. I know your academic profile, and I must say, I am impressed. It’s a shame that the academic world can be so unfair and cruel. I want to help you, Kelly.’
She was determined to succeed, even at the cost of her dignity, so she agreed to the offer. Several days later, she received a package at home. Inside the package, she found a black choker necklace; an elegant black see-through bra, decorated with red flower motifs; a red garter belt; and a black, sheer, thigh-high stocking with red hems. There was also a card with instructions in it.
‘Wear a trench coat if you have one, a long overcoat if you don’t. Wear only what is inside this package underneath, and nothing else. Wear high heels.’ And under these instructions were the time and address of the place of the encounter. There was also an electric key. She would later find out that the key was to get access to the elevator in a luxurious condo complex downtown.
Kelly was rather relieved that the meeting place was inconspicuous. The parking lot was at the basement of the condo complex, so Kelly was able to drive in, park, and make her way to the elevator without anybody seeing her.
As the elevator carried her up to the condo, thoughts were racing into her mind, overwhelming her with emotions of guilt and shame, but she was determined. ‘It’s only a few encounters, there are only so many weeks left in the semester. I would never have to do this again with this asshole,’ she kept telling herself. Walking around with nothing but a trench coat over her practically naked body also did not help with the situation. She kept looking over her shoulders to see if anyone recognized her.
When she finally arrived at the door and knocked, the door only opened after what felt like an eternity to Kelly. Standing in front of her was Dean Lewis. He was as imposing and intimidating as usual, but looked different. He was wearing a fitted white shirt, with the first three buttons from the collar undone, and marine, silk-looking pants, hemmed right above the ankle, which fitted him like a glove.
Without uttering a word, he motioned Kelly to come in. She obliged, and as she entered, she scanned the condo. What caught her attention was the ceiling to floor windows that took up a whole wall, overlooking the city as the sun set. It was almost dusk, and the room was filled with a vibrant orange light.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? You can only look out from these windows, not in,” Dean Lewis said, while looking out the window. He then remained silent, with his hands in his pockets, his eyes looking out intently, while the dying sunlight bathed his face. With both hands held tightly together, and her head bowed, Kelly observed Dean Lewis at the corner of her vision.
She loathed this man for putting her in this situation, and reducing her dignity. Yet, at that moment, she admired him. There was an aura of imposing confidence radiating out of this man. The fact that he was tall, with an athletic build, and drop-dead gorgeous, obviously added to his appeal. Kelly felt intimidated, so small and powerless next to him.
Suddenly, Dean Lewis turned to her. “Take off your coat,” he ordered.
That took Kelly by surprise. That moment of serenity shattered completely. She awkwardly took off her coat, looked around, and walked clumsily in her high heels to the sofa to put it down. She then crossed her arms and turned half way, so that her side was toward Dean Lewis. She was sharply aware of her attire, wearing nothing but a lusty, see-through bra, garter belt, stockings, and high heels, not to mention the choker necklace. It made her feel like a slut.
“Put your hands down,” he said, in an authoritative tone. Kelly did as she was told, but not without hesitation. Her head still bowed low with hair over her face. Dean Lewis walked slowly toward her, hands still in his pockets. He circled around Kelly, deliberately, looking at her intensely, up and down. She felt she was being consumed whole by his gaze. He stopped in front of Kelly, and with his right hand to her chin, gently lifted her head up, so their eyes met. He then pushed the long, silky blond hair covering her face, back behind her ears.
He moved closer, and said, “Keep your head high, your back straight, walk toward the windows, and put both of your hands on the glass,” though this time with a gentler tone. Slowly, Kelly walked toward the window, trembling as she did. She was so scared and uncomfortable, but to her astonishment, she also felt a tinge of excitement. She quickly brushed that feeling away, telling herself that this was only a transaction, that she would not let herself feel even an ounce of pleasure. When she finally made her way to the window, she pressed her hands against the glass, and again bowed her head down.
Dean Lewis walked slowly toward her. She could hear the footsteps, and feel his presence getting closer. He stopped only inches away from her. For a moment, she was wondering what he was doing, until she saw the white shirt fall to the floor beside her.
His fingers slowly and gently pushed her hair from one side to another, and brought it over her right shoulder, from behind. He leaned closer, resting his face behind her left ear, and took in a deep breath, savoring that delicious smell emanating from her body. Kelly closed her eyes, raised her head a little, and unwittingly let out a quiet, and soft moan.
Dean Lewis then spoke gently, “I still remember the first time I laid eyes on you.” Kelly remembered that speech all too well. She kept replaying it in her head. It was those words that reminded her that she was actually a competitive candidate, and that she deserved a tenure track. It also reminded her the reason why she was in the condo. It was for the sole and unique purpose of completing the transaction in hope of getting a tenure track position. But to her surprise, that wasn’t what Dean Lewis had in mind to say.
Very gently, Dean Lewis whispered to her ear, “I remember thinking to myself, what a gorgeous and elegant woman you were. You make me weak, Kelly. You see, you keep bowing your head, when in fact, I am the one who should be on my knees. You have no idea the kind of power you have over me. You should feel empowered. I need you, Kelly. I can no longer satisfy myself with only having you in my fantasy.”
Those words had a powerful effect on Kelly. A few simple sentences, and she immediately felt so much more confident with her naked body, forgetting that she was actually being coerced to be in this situation. She wanted to turn around and face Dean Lewis, but his powerful hand, now wrapped around the back of her neck, pushing her gently forward, prevented her from turning.
She felt his other hand holding her hip, positioning her. As if driven by instinct, Kelly parted her legs slightly, and arched her back, pushing her hips backward towards him. The tip of his cock was slowly toying at the entrance of her sex, which was now completely drenched, and slowly, he slid his cock into her pussy. By now, any hesitation that Kelly may have had completely abated. She wanted it. She needed it. They stayed in that position, Dean Lewis slowly driving his cock in and out of her, not for very long though, for she quickly built an orgasm and came.
Dean Lewis then turned her around to face him. She was delighted, as she was finally able to see and relish his body. He pushed her gently backward. Kelly wanted to embrace him, but at the same time, wanted to keep a distance, in order to enjoy the beautiful view before her. While not cut like a movie star, he had an ample chest, with not much abdominal fat. Clearly, he worked out on a regular basis.
Kelly continued to move backwards until her back reached the wall. Dean Lewis moved in to give her a passionate kiss, plunging his tongue inside her. Then, with one swift motion, he reached his hands behind her and lifted her up in the air. She instinctively clamped both her hands around his neck, holding him tightly to her, and wrapped her legs around him in order to not fall. She had a tight grip on him now. Pressed against the wall, Dean Lewis was now fucking her while standing.
It didn’t take long before she came, and right after her orgasm was over, Dean Lewis carried her over to the couch by the wall, his cock still in her pussy. He then kneeled down, and put Kelly down in such a way that her upper back was pressed against the wall, while her lower back was pressed into the back of the sofa. Her arms stretched out to either side, holding on to the couch, but what was supporting her were the muscular forearms Kelly was now sitting on.
Dean Lewis stretched both of his arms out and below Kelly’s thighs, grasping the back of the couch for support. Kelly was now completely exposed, legs spread wide, and her arms on either side of the couch for extra support. Dean Lewis, remained still for a moment, feasting on the view, and then moved his hips closer, bringing his cock to her opening. He entered slowly, and gave a few gentle and delicate strokes. Then he started pounding away. With each thrust, a slapping sound filled the room, along with her loud moans.
Within seconds, Kelly felt her orgasm build up again, and in a few short minutes, she came violently again. This time, her whole body shivered uncontrollably. Her arms gave way and she collapsed. Dean Lewis helped her fall to her side, and she fell asleep from exhaustion, completely satiated sexually.
Kelly would continue to see Dean Lewis secretly, and after several months, Dean Lewis held up his end of the bargain. Kelly eventually became a tenure track professor at the university. True to his word, Dean Lewis stopped communicating with Kelly… until Kelly asked to become Dean Lewis' personal mistress.
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