Chapter ONE
Excuse me! Sorry, please move! I said move!”
Evelyn spoke as she weaved her way through the busy hallway, bee-lining straight towards Professor Laufeyson’s office.
She had been absent not once, but three times the past two weeks for each one of their meetings, and she could feel that his patience had long vanished.
Until now, being a TA for his calculus course had been smooth sailing - contrary to what she thought previously.
When Evelyn opted to take calculus the previous semester, she had already braced herself for failure. Math had never been her strong suit, barely passing even the most basic of classes despite her studious nature.
But under his tutelage, Evelyn had unexpectedly grown a deep love for the subject - and the professor himself.
In class, while professor Laufeyson could be unbearably strict most times, he never failed to find innovative ways to make each lecture fun and engaging. Not only that, he was extremely patient with her when she came for extra help during his office hours. She had even breached his lunchtime on multiple occasions, and not once did he turn her away.
That was why after passing his course with flying colors, Evelyn decided to apply for the TA position as soon as it opened. Admittedly, she had grown attached to the man; not only was he knowledgeable in mathematics, but with subjects ranging from history, literature - anything she could possibly think of.
But now, as she raced towards his office, she steeled herself for a harsh tongue-lashing from her scary professor. One thing that professor Laufeyson hated the most, was tardiness. He had been lenient with her thus far, and Evelyn feared he would think she was taking advantage of his good-will.
Reaching the door to his office, she swung it open in haste.
And there he sat, his mere presence exuding authority. One long elegant leg crossed over the other as he flipped idly through a book, unperturbed by her sudden entry. He was even more intimidating with his sharp manner of dressing; White dress shirt pressed to perfection, covered by a dark, slim- fit suit vest. Evelyn was a sucker for men in suits, and her professor wore them like no other.
She scuffled inside, closing the door behind her. Evelyn made sure to check if it was closed correctly - perhaps due to its age, the door refused to click most times.
After doing so, she walked to stand in front of his desk, shuffling awkwardly on her feet as she waited for him to speak.
It took several beats of silence before she finally heard his cold voice, “ Enlighten me...what day is it, Miss Monroe?”
Shit...what was today? “Uhm...Taco Tuesday..?”
He looked up from his book to give her a sharp look, “Is this a joking matter to you?”
“N..No..Nope! Uhm...I don’t- what... what was today suppose to be again?” Really Evelyn? Taco Tuesday? That’s the first thing that came to mind?
Sighing, her professor pinched the bridge of his nose before lifting a sheet of paper into view with two fingers.
Teaching Assistant Evaluation Form: Midterm Progress
" I am highly disappointed in the effort being displayed thus far, Miss Monroe. Out of all my other TA's, I expected much more from you."
Evelyn gaped stupidly at the paper in his fingers, and then began to panic internally. She had no idea TA’s had midterm evaluations, so she did plan on slacking a tiny bit until finals rolled around.
As an art major, taking three studio classes began to take its toll - so much that even professor Laufeyson became an afterthought. But now faced with the danger of failing, she would have to re-organize her priorities.
“I understand that you have a lot on your plate this semester. However, I would advise that you treat all responsibilities with equal priority.”
“Yes...I’m sorry sir, I promise to make up for all the lost time…”
The look he gave her after she said those words made her extremely uncomfortable. Sharp, and burning with intensity. Uh...did I say something wrong?
Having noticed that he must’ve looked off, he turned his head abruptly back to his book.
“Actions speak more than words, Miss Monroe. Now sit. You have much to make up for.”
And so, for the next three hours, Evelyn worked hard in the suffocating silence of his office grading one too many papers. Her professor never talked much, granted. But he wasn’t usually this quiet with her.
Over the past three months as his TA, they had developed a sort of... companionship. If you could call it that.
She was intimidated at first- and still is, but he was surprisingly easy to converse with. After she assisted him with whatever he had on his plate, they would usually fall into casual conversation, and talked about all manner of things that inevitably drew them closer.
But now...she could sense that he just was watching her, and she could barely concentrate on grading due to nerves.
Evelyn raised her head from the papers to chance a glance at her professor - and sure enough, he was staring at her with furrowed brows, and narrowed blue-green eyes.
What.. what’s his deal? He’s acting so weird...
Evelyn cleared her throat stiffly to breach the silence, “Uh… is everything okay?”
He shot her the unfriendliest look she had ever seen on his face, but spoke in a calm voice that did not match it, “You pull three no-shows, show up late, and then have the audacity to ask if everything’s okay? "
Welp...guess I shouldn’t have asked...
He closed the lid to his book a bit too harshly, causing Evelyn to jump slightly in her seat at the sudden sound.
“You’ve done enough, you may take your leave.”
Evelyn glanced down at the pile of papers she barely managed to make a dent in, “ Oh..but-”
“It is lunchtime, and I’d like to eat in peace. Now please leave.”
At his stern command, Evelyn gathered her things quickly before walking to the door. She glanced over her shoulder to look at her professor one more time, guilt weighing down her heart as she watched him gather the large pile of ungraded exams in front of him.
While she was a student in his class, professor Laufeyson always went above and beyond to make sure she knew the material, and spared no effort in tutoring her when she asked for help. He was a busy man, so he rarely showed any other students the same courtesy.
But her lack of effort and laziness not only gave her a poor grade, but unnecessary stress to the person she admired the most.
Evelyn walked around campus aimlessly with a heavy heart, before deciding to head inside a nearby cafe across the street from her university.
She loved the place - it had a cute little reading corner at the back, and she would always order a huge slice of lemon cake to eat while she studied.
And at the thought of cake... Evelyn was suddenly struck with an idea. She recalled, during one of their many casual conversations, that he mentioned having a bit of a sweet tooth.
Even if she couldn’t make up entirely for her poor work ethic, she could at least treat him to a nice, big slice of cake as a start.
After studying for a few hours, she went up to the counter to order the biggest slice of lemon cake they carried.
It was around six in the evening by the time she left the cafe, the skies now a dark purple hue as she scurried across campus with a large cake box.
The cake’s size was a bit overkill - but like her mama always said, ‘go big or go home’.
She just hoped he was still there around this time. More than likely he is, with the amount of work she left behind.
Evelyn entered the now empty building where his office was situated, taking care to walk as slowly as possible. She could be a bit clumsy when she was nervous, and at the moment her heart was beating a mile a minute.
Just give him the cake, apologize again, then head on home. No biggie.
He was really pissed with her earlier on though, and she hoped he cooled down considerably since then to accept her gift graciously.
As she slowly approached the office door, Evelyn paused.
Eh... the heck is that sound?
She walked closer to the door, and the sounds grew louder as she did.
Whack! Whack!
Slap!
Slap!
Evelyn was beyond perplexed. What in the world was he doing in there to make that sound?
She was about to knock, when the sound of her professor’s velvety voice through the door caused her to go stock still.
"I am highly disappointed in you, Miss Monroe. Who told you to come?"
Evelyn shivered at the tone of his voice, her eyes growing wide.
How...how did he know I was here? And why’s he talking like that?
She plagued herself with so many questions that she felt herself turning silly.
''But... I suppose you've been a diligent, good girl. You may come now, Evelyn. Come for me. "
What the...I guess he wants me to come in then?
Without further confirmation, Evelyn twisted the knob to swing the door open.
“Uhm… I’m sorry for - Holy SHIT!”
Little did she know… it wasn't the 'come in, have some tea!' type of come, but the sexy, kinky kind.
Evelyn all but threw the cake inside the room with a surprised yelp, shocked at the sight that now tainted her poor virgin eyes.
Her beautiful professor... whom she secretly admired… was currently balls deep within a fortunate female victim - paddle in hand as he fucked her mercilessly against the obviously sturdy surface of his mahogany desk.
Evelyn spoke as she weaved her way through the busy hallway, bee-lining straight towards Professor Laufeyson’s office.
She had been absent not once, but three times the past two weeks for each one of their meetings, and she could feel that his patience had long vanished.
Until now, being a TA for his calculus course had been smooth sailing - contrary to what she thought previously.
When Evelyn opted to take calculus the previous semester, she had already braced herself for failure. Math had never been her strong suit, barely passing even the most basic of classes despite her studious nature.
But under his tutelage, Evelyn had unexpectedly grown a deep love for the subject - and the professor himself.
In class, while professor Laufeyson could be unbearably strict most times, he never failed to find innovative ways to make each lecture fun and engaging. Not only that, he was extremely patient with her when she came for extra help during his office hours. She had even breached his lunchtime on multiple occasions, and not once did he turn her away.
That was why after passing his course with flying colors, Evelyn decided to apply for the TA position as soon as it opened. Admittedly, she had grown attached to the man; not only was he knowledgeable in mathematics, but with subjects ranging from history, literature - anything she could possibly think of.
But now, as she raced towards his office, she steeled herself for a harsh tongue-lashing from her scary professor. One thing that professor Laufeyson hated the most, was tardiness. He had been lenient with her thus far, and Evelyn feared he would think she was taking advantage of his good-will.
Reaching the door to his office, she swung it open in haste.
And there he sat, his mere presence exuding authority. One long elegant leg crossed over the other as he flipped idly through a book, unperturbed by her sudden entry. He was even more intimidating with his sharp manner of dressing; White dress shirt pressed to perfection, covered by a dark, slim- fit suit vest. Evelyn was a sucker for men in suits, and her professor wore them like no other.
She scuffled inside, closing the door behind her. Evelyn made sure to check if it was closed correctly - perhaps due to its age, the door refused to click most times.
After doing so, she walked to stand in front of his desk, shuffling awkwardly on her feet as she waited for him to speak.
It took several beats of silence before she finally heard his cold voice, “ Enlighten me...what day is it, Miss Monroe?”
Shit...what was today? “Uhm...Taco Tuesday..?”
He looked up from his book to give her a sharp look, “Is this a joking matter to you?”
“N..No..Nope! Uhm...I don’t- what... what was today suppose to be again?” Really Evelyn? Taco Tuesday? That’s the first thing that came to mind?
Sighing, her professor pinched the bridge of his nose before lifting a sheet of paper into view with two fingers.
Teaching Assistant Evaluation Form: Midterm Progress
" I am highly disappointed in the effort being displayed thus far, Miss Monroe. Out of all my other TA's, I expected much more from you."
Evelyn gaped stupidly at the paper in his fingers, and then began to panic internally. She had no idea TA’s had midterm evaluations, so she did plan on slacking a tiny bit until finals rolled around.
As an art major, taking three studio classes began to take its toll - so much that even professor Laufeyson became an afterthought. But now faced with the danger of failing, she would have to re-organize her priorities.
“I understand that you have a lot on your plate this semester. However, I would advise that you treat all responsibilities with equal priority.”
“Yes...I’m sorry sir, I promise to make up for all the lost time…”
The look he gave her after she said those words made her extremely uncomfortable. Sharp, and burning with intensity. Uh...did I say something wrong?
Having noticed that he must’ve looked off, he turned his head abruptly back to his book.
“Actions speak more than words, Miss Monroe. Now sit. You have much to make up for.”
And so, for the next three hours, Evelyn worked hard in the suffocating silence of his office grading one too many papers. Her professor never talked much, granted. But he wasn’t usually this quiet with her.
Over the past three months as his TA, they had developed a sort of... companionship. If you could call it that.
She was intimidated at first- and still is, but he was surprisingly easy to converse with. After she assisted him with whatever he had on his plate, they would usually fall into casual conversation, and talked about all manner of things that inevitably drew them closer.
But now...she could sense that he just was watching her, and she could barely concentrate on grading due to nerves.
Evelyn raised her head from the papers to chance a glance at her professor - and sure enough, he was staring at her with furrowed brows, and narrowed blue-green eyes.
What.. what’s his deal? He’s acting so weird...
Evelyn cleared her throat stiffly to breach the silence, “Uh… is everything okay?”
He shot her the unfriendliest look she had ever seen on his face, but spoke in a calm voice that did not match it, “You pull three no-shows, show up late, and then have the audacity to ask if everything’s okay? "
Welp...guess I shouldn’t have asked...
He closed the lid to his book a bit too harshly, causing Evelyn to jump slightly in her seat at the sudden sound.
“You’ve done enough, you may take your leave.”
Evelyn glanced down at the pile of papers she barely managed to make a dent in, “ Oh..but-”
“It is lunchtime, and I’d like to eat in peace. Now please leave.”
At his stern command, Evelyn gathered her things quickly before walking to the door. She glanced over her shoulder to look at her professor one more time, guilt weighing down her heart as she watched him gather the large pile of ungraded exams in front of him.
While she was a student in his class, professor Laufeyson always went above and beyond to make sure she knew the material, and spared no effort in tutoring her when she asked for help. He was a busy man, so he rarely showed any other students the same courtesy.
But her lack of effort and laziness not only gave her a poor grade, but unnecessary stress to the person she admired the most.
Evelyn walked around campus aimlessly with a heavy heart, before deciding to head inside a nearby cafe across the street from her university.
She loved the place - it had a cute little reading corner at the back, and she would always order a huge slice of lemon cake to eat while she studied.
And at the thought of cake... Evelyn was suddenly struck with an idea. She recalled, during one of their many casual conversations, that he mentioned having a bit of a sweet tooth.
Even if she couldn’t make up entirely for her poor work ethic, she could at least treat him to a nice, big slice of cake as a start.
After studying for a few hours, she went up to the counter to order the biggest slice of lemon cake they carried.
It was around six in the evening by the time she left the cafe, the skies now a dark purple hue as she scurried across campus with a large cake box.
The cake’s size was a bit overkill - but like her mama always said, ‘go big or go home’.
She just hoped he was still there around this time. More than likely he is, with the amount of work she left behind.
Evelyn entered the now empty building where his office was situated, taking care to walk as slowly as possible. She could be a bit clumsy when she was nervous, and at the moment her heart was beating a mile a minute.
Just give him the cake, apologize again, then head on home. No biggie.
He was really pissed with her earlier on though, and she hoped he cooled down considerably since then to accept her gift graciously.
As she slowly approached the office door, Evelyn paused.
Eh... the heck is that sound?
She walked closer to the door, and the sounds grew louder as she did.
Whack! Whack!
Slap!
Slap!
Evelyn was beyond perplexed. What in the world was he doing in there to make that sound?
She was about to knock, when the sound of her professor’s velvety voice through the door caused her to go stock still.
"I am highly disappointed in you, Miss Monroe. Who told you to come?"
Evelyn shivered at the tone of his voice, her eyes growing wide.
How...how did he know I was here? And why’s he talking like that?
She plagued herself with so many questions that she felt herself turning silly.
''But... I suppose you've been a diligent, good girl. You may come now, Evelyn. Come for me. "
What the...I guess he wants me to come in then?
Without further confirmation, Evelyn twisted the knob to swing the door open.
“Uhm… I’m sorry for - Holy SHIT!”
Little did she know… it wasn't the 'come in, have some tea!' type of come, but the sexy, kinky kind.
Evelyn all but threw the cake inside the room with a surprised yelp, shocked at the sight that now tainted her poor virgin eyes.
Her beautiful professor... whom she secretly admired… was currently balls deep within a fortunate female victim - paddle in hand as he fucked her mercilessly against the obviously sturdy surface of his mahogany desk.
