The Professor's Girl

by Rose, Renee

  “Besides,” he said, “I don’t think you’re ready to learn how to swallow.”

  She giggled, because he was right, as usual.

  He laid her on her back and grabbed a condom, then pulled off his shirt and climbed over her, the condom between his teeth. Tearing it open, he put it on and gently rubbed the head of his cock over her swollen slit.

  Her pussy opened to welcome him and she moaned with pleasure as he filled her with his hardened length.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked her pelvis to meet him, wanting to take him deeper inside her.

  “Lucy...you are so...hot,” he growled.

  She gave a cry of encouragement. “Yes! Oh God…”

  “I’m going to come,” he said between clenched teeth as he pumped into her and stayed, jerking.

  She came too, pulling him deeper with her legs, shuddering beneath him.

  When they finished, he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, where she snuggled against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beat. He fell asleep and because she wanted to spend the night, because she wanted to pack all her things and move in with him and never leave, she forced herself to climb out of the bed and leave.

  Chapter Five

  Todd arrived early to the lab. He didn’t have Lucy’s number in his phone, or he would have called her as soon as he woke to discover she had left. He looked it up in her employee file and programmed it into his phone. He was about to dial it when he saw the door swing open and she entered.

  Ryan and Ding were already in the lab, talking loudly about the students they T.A’ed.

  “Hi, Luce,” Ryan called out.

  “Good morning,” she chirped. She wore another flippy skirt and her legs looked delectable.

  He watched through his window as she crossed the lab and put her things down at her station. He had a feeling she was deliberately not looking into his office. When she finally did, he raised his eyebrows and beckoned to her.

  She came in. He crooked his finger at her and swiveled in his chair, pointing to the floor right in front of him. She walked around his desk and stood in the indicated place, looking over her shoulder at the boys in the lab and the open door.

  “Good,” he said. “I’m glad you chose to wear another skirt.” Without waiting a beat, he reached up inside her skirt and yanked her panties down to her ankles. Sitting back, he held out his hand. “Give them to me.”

  Her face turned red, her mouth dropping open. “W-what?”

  “As you recall, I will be punishing you for your shenanigans last week. I believe last Monday was the day you showed up in a short skirt and tank top.”

  A flustered surprise crossed her face.

  “Come on, you didn’t think I failed to notice, did you? We had to mop the drool off the lab floor when you left. Sexy scientist.”

  She continued to blush, a small satisfied smile curving her lips.

  “So give me the panties. Your first punishment is that I will require you to wear a short skirt with no panties every day this week.”

  “What?” She shot a look over her shoulder again. “No. I have to teach today!”

  He shrugged with his most unsympathetic look. “Better not sit much or you’ll give your students a real thrill.”

  She put her hands on her hips, but smiled. “I thought my body belonged to you. Shouldn’t you be trying to protect it, or something?”

  “I am. By teaching you a lesson in modesty. It’s a Ericksonian approach—I’m prescribing more of the behavior that offended me.”

  She looked slightly disconcerted, as if trying to determine whether she had truly bothered him.

  He gave her a wink to reassure. “The panties. Now.”

  She bent over, then snapped back up, realizing she might be exposing her ass to the window. Carefully squatting down, she stepped out of the panties and surreptitiously handed them to him.

  “Great. Now that we have that taken care of, I have another bone to pick with you. When did you leave my place?”

  She gave an awkward laugh. “About midnight.”

  “On foot?” he demanded.

  “Well, I had to walk back here to get my bike, and then I rode home.”

  “So you walked here, at midnight, in the dark, and then you rode your bike home?”

  “Yes, professor.”

  He shook his head. “Unacceptable. First of all, you don’t take off without leaving a note or saying goodbye, that’s just plain rude. Secondly, walking around campus at night is dangerous and so is riding your bike at midnight.”

  “But I always ride my bike home at night—it’s not a big deal.”

  “Okay, you used to ride your bike home at night. And I just made a new rule for you. No more.”

  “So what am I supposed to do if I work late in the lab? Spend the night here?”

  He lifted his eyebrows. “Don’t get sassy. You will call me and I will pick you up and drive you home.”

  She opened her mouth and then seemed to think better of her defense, because she closed it again. “Okay.”

  “Okay, what?”

  “Okay, professor?”

  He nodded, and picked up a piece of blank copy paper, placing it on his desk opposite him. Tapping it, he said, “I will not walk or ride my bike alone at night. Write it.”

  She slouched. “I’d rather have a spanking,” she said in a low voice.

  He smirked. “I’d rather give you one. But you have several coming already this week so you should consider yourself lucky I’m letting you off this easy.”

  She rolled her eyes and sighed, walking to the chair opposite his desk and picking up his pen. “How many times?”

  “Fill the page.”

  His phone rang and he picked it up. “Daniels.”

  “Hello this is Patty, from GenStint, returning your call about the cells?”

  He sat up straight. “Yes.”

  “I’m sorry, but we are on backorder of AANP human cells. I should have it back in stock within fourteen to eighteen days which means I can have it at your lab in three weeks.”

  He sighed and shoved his hand through his hair. “Three weeks? Are you serious?”

  “I’m sorry, Professor Daniels. Do you still want to place the order?”

  “Yes, I will place the order.”

  “Your total will be two thousand, nine hundred and ninety eight dollars. Do you have a purchase order number?”

  “No, I will put it on my credit card.” He read the numbers off, trying to ignore Lucy, who had stopped writing and sat frozen, staring at him. He tapped her paper and frowned.

  She dropped her head, but he could tell she was still listening.

  He finished the call and hung up.

  “How much did it cost?” she asked quietly.

  “It’s not your concern.”

  “Why did you pay for it with a credit card? Doesn’t the grant cover it?”

  “I don’t know, maybe,” he said impatiently, the stress of his project delay making him short-tempered. “But I can’t wait around for three days to get a purchase order.”

  Lucy’s eyes were round.

  He sighed again and stood up. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be short with you. How are you coming on your paper?”

  She stood up and handed it to him, looking sheepish. She had written the sentences in huge handwriting, so the entire phrase appeared only twice. “You didn’t say how many times, you just said to fill the paper,” she said, looking adorable in her naughty little girl act.

  He couldn’t help but smile, the stress receding. “You’re lucky I know you have better things to do. Like writing your proposal.”

  She beamed her heart-melting smile at him. “Thank you, professor.”

  He winked again and she turned to go. “Oh, Lucy?” He called her back.

  “Yes, professor?”

  “Tomorrow you will bring me the hairbrush you brought to the lab last Tuesday.”

  He watched the smile
waver on her face. She swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

  Lucy threw on a lab coat to teach her class. Her students probably weren’t carrying mirrors on their shoes to look up her skirt, but she felt nearly naked with her panties off. When she returned to her desk, she did not work on her thesis proposal. Instead, she called the other two biotech companies to see if they had the human cells Dr. Todd needed. No luck.

  Her thoughts churned. There had to be an answer.

  She sat down to work on her thesis proposal, but she couldn’t think, her mind kept turning over the situation—the expense she had caused Todd, and the time.

  She went for a walk to clear her head in the late afternoon and when she returned, the lab had emptied. She went to the freezer and opened it, searching for any vials she might have missed. Of course she found nothing. She stood, chewing her lip. For some reason, she could have sworn seeing another vial of human cells. Had it been a different semester? Before she worked for Dr. Todd? She tried to recall.

  It hit her—it hadn’t been in Dr. Todd’s lab, it had been in Dr. Fedderson’s. She remembered thinking it was odd, because Fedderson worked on mice cells, not human. She jogged down the hall and tried the lab door, but found it locked. She wondered if she could talk a janitor into letting her in. They knew her by now, because she spent nearly all her waking hours there. But whether they would break the rules and let her in a lab to which she did not possess a key, she did not know.

  She found Manny, the regular janitor outside the women’s restroom. “Uh, Hi Manny,” she said.

  “Do you need in here?” he called out from the end stall.

  “Um, no, actually I need a big favor. I left some cells I need for an experiment in number 203, and it’s locked.”

  He looked at her with brows drawn together. “Well, I’m not supposed to let anyone into the labs,” he said.

  “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just that I really screwed up—I killed all the cell cultures in Dr. Todd’s lab so now I have to start over, and if I don’t start tonight, we’ll lose another day.”

  “You need into Fedderson’s lab?”

  “Yes,” she said, sensing he was caving and trying not to look too eager.

  He sighed, shaking his head as he reached for his large keyring on his hip. “Thank you so much,” she gushed, walking beside him. His shoes squeaked on the linoleum tiles, playing rhythm to the jingle of his keys.

  He unlocked the door and she zipped in. “I’ll just be a minute. Or I can be sure to shut it when I leave.”

  “Yep. It’s locked, so all you need to do is shut the door when you go.”

  “Thank you, Manny, you’re the best.”

  He gave his head a martyred shake and sighed as he walked away.

  She put on latex gloves to keep her skin from burning and rushed to the cold nitrogen freezer. All kinds of vials stood in racks inside and she began pulling them out to examine.

  Mice cells, all of them. Disappointment nearly bowled her over. Slowly, she began to replace them where she found them, but one stuck to her glove and when she tried to get it off, it stuck to her other glove.

  Get off me, she hissed at the stupid vial, ready to throw it down and stomp on the dumb thing.

  When she finally managed to get the vial back in its rack, she saw it. There, in the back of the rack, lay the vial of human cells. The vial had been turned around, so she had not seen its label before. She snatched it out and would have kissed it except it would rip off her skin from the cold.

  She neatly replaced the vial rack. She didn’t know to whom the human cells belonged but she figured if they put up a fuss, Dr. Todd could replace them with the ones he would receive in a few weeks. In the meantime, she could get his research study back online.

  She carried the vial back to Dr. Todd’s lab and started up the water bath to bring it to temperature. As part of the grant, Dr. Todd had purchased metallic bath beads to sit in the bath, rather than water, making it easier to prevent contamination.

  She put on a new pair of latex gloves and took a breath to calm herself. She needed to do everything exactly right. She began by sterilizing the area, then laid out everything she would need, then sterilized again.

  She placed the reagents in the bath to bring them up to 37 degrees Celsius. Working carefully and methodically, she put growth media in each cell culture dish, added the cells and put them in the incubator with the carbon dioxide going. By midnight she had finished and everything looked good.

  She considered staying in the lab all night to work on her thesis for the morning deadline, but remembered Dr. Todd’s requirement to bring the hairbrush.

  She walked to the parking garage, thinking about the professor’s admonishment not to walk on campus alone at night. But she didn’t want to call him to pick her up, because she didn’t want to explain why she’d been in the lab so late. She wanted to surprise him tomorrow.

  She drove home and made herself a cup of coffee, sitting down in front of her computer to finish her thesis re-write.

  At four in the morning she went to bed after placing the wooden hairbrush in her purse and inspecting her bottom in the mirror. She still had a few marks from the night before. She sure hoped she hadn’t bitten off more than she could chew with this relationship.

  Todd walked into the lab with a spring in his step, looking forward to the plans he had for Lucy that night.

  She and Ryan had already arrived and they stood near the incubator, looking in. He walked over. “What are you doing?”

  “Oh, just checking out your new cell cultures,” Ryan said with his trademark cocky casualness.

  He looked in the incubator at the dozens of cell culture dishes. “What’s going on?” he asked Lucy.

  She beamed, swaying back and forth in delight. “I may have found some cells from Dr. Fedderson’s freezer.”

  His jaw dropped. “What?”

  She nodded happily.

  “Really? When? After I left yesterday?”

  She grinned. “Yep.”

  “Lucy, I could kiss you!”

  It was a poor choice of words to use in front of Ryan, because her face suddenly went pink, and their eyes caught, tangled in mutual desire.

  He looked away with effort. “Well, thank you. I’m overwhelmed. So tell me about it. How did this happen?”

  She shrugged. “Well, I thought I remembered seeing an extra bag in a freezer, and finally I remembered where.” She beamed at him.

  He blinked in amazement. “This is wonderful. Did you look at the cells under the scope? They looked fine?”

  “Yes. They look okay. I checked them last night after I centrifuged, and again this morning and they appear to be growing/multiplying.”

  He really did want to kiss her. He wanted to throw Ryan out of the lab, lock the door and have his way with her. He shook his head. “Nice work, Lucy. Really nice work. I will cancel the order from GenStint.” He walked to his office, hoping Lucy would follow and Ryan wouldn’t, but doubting such a thing were possible. Ryan would want to insert himself into any kind of excitement.

  He didn’t lock his office door because they locked the lab and only his researchers had the key. His door stood open as usual, but on his desk lay a wooden hairbrush beside a cup of coffee from Starbucks. He smiled.

  Sitting down at his desk, he called and cancelled the cell order and opened his email. Lucy had sent him a message at four in the morning with her revised proposal. He walked to the door. “Lucy,” he called to where she still stood, shooting the breeze with Ryan. “I got your email with your thesis proposal. Come here for a second.”

  She excused herself from Ryan and came into his office.

  He wished he had closed the blinds yesterday. Doing it now would make Ryan suspicious. He made a note to close them when he could do so without calling attention to it.

  “Panty check,” he said softly.

  She looked over her shoulder. Ding had entered the lab and he and Ryan stood talking together. She lifted the hem of h
er skirt and flashed him.

  He caught his breath. The sight of her bare pussy sent a jolt of lust straight to his cock. “Good girl,” he murmured. “And thank you for these,” he said, indicating the coffee and the hairbrush. “I see from the time you sent your email, you were up very late. I want you to go home and take care of yourself. Have a nap, take a bath, eat a nice meal. No more work for you today. You’ve been a very good girl and you deserve some rest. Tonight I want to see you at my house at six p.m. sharp. Understand?”

  She beamed. “Yes, professor.”

  Ding popped his head in the door and Lucy began to back out. “Okay, thanks, professor.”

  “Thank you, Lucy,” he said. “I mean it,” he called after her when she turned away.

  She stopped and threw a megawatt smile in his direction. He warmed to his toes. To have a girl like Lucy Larson under his thumb was a dream come true for him.

  He opened the attachment in her email and read through her proposal. Noting a few minor edits and one area that needed a little more explanation, he sent it back to her, suggesting she make the corrections and then forward it to her entire advisory team.

  That evening, he went back and forth on his plans for her. On one hand, he’d planned to spank her with the hairbrush. He hadn’t intended it to be a serious spanking, and yet he found it hard to imagine punishing her at all when she deserved only reward after her efforts the night before. But then he realized she must have been in the lab late at night. And it didn’t sound like Ryan or Ding had been with her. Which made him wonder if she had broken his rule about walking around campus alone at night already.

  In the end, he bought a dozen roses, attached a little note of praise to each one and scattered them throughout his house. One said, “Nice work on your thesis proposal.” Another read, “I love your flouncy skirts.” Still another read, “Thank you for getting the new cell cultures” and so on. He met her at the door with the first one.

  She covered her face with one hand as she took it, clearly not used to receiving gifts. “You didn’t have to…” She opened the note, which read, “You are my sexy scientist.” She giggled.