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  Her whole plan seemed to fall apart when he said that. She scrambled to think of Plan B. “I'm sorry, Michael."

  "We will discuss that later. What can I do for you?"

  "I just want to talk about my thesis. I have some questions on the approach. I was thinking about bringing in the multiplier effect of money, but I'm not sure if it is appropriate or would be effective in the situation.” She clamored to sound like there was a reason for this, even though she knew that it would fit the paper precisely.

  "It's funny that you mention that. I have been trying for six years to do an economic study of Cuba's socialist's government. While they never turn me down, they postpone it every year. Lately, I don't even consider it, having a secondary study for the summer. This year I expect nothing to change. Fidel is aging, sixty-five this year, but he will probably live to be a hundred. Your theories would fit nicely into that study.” Michael didn't fail to notice Monika bent over his desk before sitting down, the same two buttons left open, but her breasts almost spilled out of her lacy, white bra. In spite of Dana's expert mouth, his cock grew to attention again. “And yes, it would fit nicely with your thesis.” Though he expected she already knew that.

  She sat down, but not before she gave him an eyeful of her tits, almost afraid that one would pop out onto his desk. “Yes, I heard about that study. That's why I applied to be one of your TA's. That and I could be very useful in helping you with your class load.” And I would love for you to fuck my brains out, and give me a load of your cum, she thought to herself.

  "Yes, I saw your application. You are one of my most promising students.” He paused for a moment to let her savor the compliment. “But your competition is just as gifted. It takes a special girl to become my TA. She must have a special willingness. A girl that is willing to give all of herself.” He moved his chair back so he could see her legs as she sat in front of him.

  He had moved back to see her legs, her hands moving down to lightly run over her knee cap to keep his attention. She uncrossed her legs, leaving them slightly parted, her hands drawing up her skirt so carefully but not to look so bold. “I will put my body and soul in this job, Michael. If you let me.” She sucked in her breath as she said it, slightly emphasizing the word body, hoping it didn't sound desperate. Or whorish.

  He picked up some papers as if he were contemplating what she had said. “Very well, Monika.” He dropped a pen on the floor, watching as it rolled down toward her as if it had a mind of its own. He didn't move to get it, waiting instead for Monika.

  "Let me get it,” Monika standing up. She bent over, turning sideways so he got a good glimpse of her ass. It was one of her best features, and she never failed to use all of her assets to her advantage. She bent over, not bending her legs but bending at her waist, feeling her short skirt riding up, sure that her thong was revealed, at least partially. Her breasts fell, almost spilling out of her bra, but she slowly picked up the pen, pausing before standing up.

  Michael's cock grew harder as her skirt rode up and her luscious ass flesh was partially revealed. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but that would be giving in to her. No, he still wanted her to work for it. She finally stood up, handing him the pen as she sat back down. She didn't cross her legs, this time her legs parted wider. She was pulling out all the stops to seduce him.

  "As I was saying, I consider you one of the prime candidates, but there is much more to the selection process. First, there is a personal interview with me. And then the final two are interviewed by not only me but some of my colleagues. I am successful because of my close relationships with my colleagues, and I do everything to maintain that. My TA must also have that same close relationship, so that individual has to be able to work intimately with them.” He chose his words carefully, not failing to see that Monika picked up immediately on it.

  So maybe the rumors are true. Monika wasn't sure how she would handle that, but she would think about it later. For now she would accept it and continue aiming for her goal of becoming his newest TA. “You will find me very accommodating, Michael. I am intelligent, personable and one of your most promising students. You will find that I am an asset that you can depend on this summer no matter where the study is.” She stressed the ass, in asset, seeing the way Michael looked at her ass.

  "Very well, you will be my last interview.” He took a small piece of paper, scribbling down his address on it. “Seven P.M. tomorrow night.” He paused for a moment as he handed her the paper. “It is at my home where my TA's do most of my research work, the office being too cramped and the computers too outdated to do my research justice.” He saw her look. “That's not a problem, is it, Monika?"

  "No, Sir,” she shot back. His house. Would we be alone? She could only hope, though it did scare her a little. But that made her wet as her mind raced though the infinite possibilities.

  "And don't be late again! We still have to resolve your indiscretion of today.” He reached over, his hand falling on one naked leg, almost hearing her gasp in pleasure when he touched her skin. He squeezed her leg, his hand moving just up from her knee to touch her inner thigh, her legs still parted. “I hope that you are accommodating.” He felt her legs part wider as if giving him all the access he wanted, but he pulled his hand away, leaving her sitting there with her legs spread.

  She was sure that she had cum when he touched her, her legs spreading on their own as she felt his large, hot hand squeezing her flesh. God, she wanted so bad to push her pussy onto his hand. She hated when he moved his hand away, looking down to see how obscenely her legs were spread. She closed her legs, blushing as she looked up. “I'll be on time, Michael.” She got up, turning her back to him, her heels clicking as she walked to the door, swaying her ass exaggeratedly. She didn't look back until she was already down the hall. She took her first breath again. She had done it. Or at least she had gotten into the finals for TA. If she became his TA, she knew it would only be a short time until she was in his bed, his strong hands guiding her body into the position he liked, Monika following his lead, eager to please him.

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  CHAPTER 2—The Interview

  It was a large house, perfectly restored to its former beauty. There was a wide front porch with white pillars that rose up to the roof, double doors with windows down each side making it look so inviting. It was almost what she expected of Michael, a stately retreat for a renowned economist. She had decided to dress conservatively, more fitting of an interview than a seduction. She was right on track to her goal, not wanting to push it, all she had to do was get through this and into the final two.

  She had masturbated last night, numerous times, each time her office visit would race through her head, each time she would add more to it, her fingers dancing over her naked body, her legs spread so invitingly. She went over every word that he said, but some stuck in her mind more than others. And with those, her mind ran rampant. Accommodating. She wasn't sure what he meant by that, but her imagination ran amok, all the way from helping the other professors to being in a room with four of them, Monika naked as they fondled her body, her hands forced onto their hard cocks as Michael sat back and watched. She came during that one. Intimate with them. Again, Monika on her knees, four cocks all waiting for their turn in her mouth, cumming on her face when they climaxed. Monika came again. And the final one. Resolve your indiscretion. That left her speechless but not without fantasies. Her mind slipped back to the days when school teachers used a ruler on unruly students, visions of the stern teacher punishing his errant students. She didn't want to take that any farther, it scaring her. But it also made her cum again, Monika finally falling into a peaceful sleep, her body exhausted from the multiple orgasms that sapped her energy. But the morning found her refreshed, though she didn't understand why she was also aroused.

  She looked at her watch, five minutes to seven. She walked up the four steps, the lights burning brightly on the porch. A dog barked in the background, scaring her as her f
inger trembled on the doorbell. She could hear it ring inside, a loud clanging. She waited patiently, hearing Michael walking towards the door, Monika already knowing the sound of his footsteps by heart. She smiled as Michael peeked out the side window, the door opening, the sight of Michael making her heart skip a beat.

  "I'm glad you're on time,” Michael commented as he saw her, not failing to remind her of her indiscretion. He smiled at her to put her at ease. He looked her over starting at her feet, medium heels making her legs shapely, a tight skirt, but more modest than the schoolgirl skirt. A suit jacket snuggled tightly around her breasts could not hide them from his gaze. He let her pass, his eyes catching her ass snuggled tightly in the skirt. His cock was already hard in anticipation of tonight.

  "It will never happen again, Michael,” Monika trying to put it behind them, but Michael seemed to have an obsession with it, Monika hoping that after tonight it would be a past issue and that she'd really manage to be always on time. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she passed, paying special attention to make sure that her skirt clung to her ass. And she had a surprise on underneath her skirt if she got as bold as she wanted to. Hoping it would please Michael, hoping she knew what an older man liked.

  Michael ushered her into the large living room, the furniture mostly antiques in line with the style of the outside. A small fire was burning in the fireplace, a large overstuffed chair and ottoman nearby sure to be Michael's, the table next to it piled with books. “Have a seat,” helping her to the couch. “I was just going to get a brandy, can I get you one?"

  "Yes, that would be great,” Monika sitting down, pulling her skirt down as she crossed her legs. “You have a lovely home."

  Michael brought two brandies back, passing one to Monika, sitting in his chair, taking a sip before he put it on the table beside him. “Thank you. I spent considerable time and money restoring it to its original beauty. It's such an elegant lady and I hated to see her in disrepair."

  "Do you like that period?"

  "While I try to be a modern person, I do enjoy the past. When things were less complicated. Relationship were less complicated, men and women knew what was expected of them."

  "It is hard for me to understand that, not living during that time. But I was brought up strictly, taught to obey my elders."

  "Yes, obedience is lacking in many of the youth of today. They want to think everything through. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, my TA's have to subscribe to my fundamental beliefs. Or at least obey them.” Michael took another sip of his brandy, as did Monika. “Now that we have the pleasantries out of they way, tell me why I should pick you to be my TA?” He sat back in his chair, knowing that Monika had this down pat. She would have never come if not prepared. And she was good at it. Better than any of the others.

  Monika instantly sprang into action. She had been preparing for this for weeks, practicing on Cassandra last night until Cassandra gave up on her; only her masturbation exhausted Monika enough to let her sleep. Monika talked for over twenty minutes, Michael interrupting only briefly to ask a question, genuinely interested in her. She even noticed that he hardly looked down at her legs. She could see it in his eyes, Monika instantly knowing when she was successful in getting her point across. She had him. She finally wrapped it up, summarizing why she was the only right choice for TA. She stopped, taking a big sip of the brandy, feeling it burn as it went down.

  "I am quite impressed with you, Monika. You are one of my promising students and would be an asset with any study I do this summer. Are you willing to devote one hundred ten percent to this endeavor?"

  "That is a yes. I will be your most willing TA.” The word just suddenly popped into her head. “And accommodating."

  "There is still an interview with some of my colleagues. They are more of a taskmaster than I am. You know all of them, having had classes with them. They will test your obedience.” He looked into her eyes, trying to gauge whether she understood the implications of her decision. “But I can assure you that if you are selected, I will show you a new world that you never knew existed. And I know you will fit in perfectly. And it will open up opportunities that few will have. Your life and future will be shaped beyond your expectations."

  She shivered with excitement at the thought of being his TA and going to some distant country to study with him. To meet famous people, politicians, economist, business leaders, Michael knowing all of them, fitting in with all of them, learning from them. Just the contacts could change her life forever, opening up new avenues for her. “I would be honored to serve you, Michael.” And she meant it sincerely.

  "Friday at nine. Here. You will get a chance to impress my colleagues as you did me. There will be only one chance, so make your decisions carefully. My colleagues can be very unforgiving, and so can I. Now get us another brandy to celebrate your success.” He watched her as she got up, coming across to take his glass. She knew where the brandy was, observant as she watched him before. She brought it back, Michael noticing the gentle sway of her hips as she walked. Now for the true test.

  Monika stood in front of him, handing him the drink.

  "Congratulations,” Michael clicking his glass against hers, taking a sip before he put it down on the table. He watched her as she took a sip, finally pulling it away from her lips. “Give me your glass.” He saw the puzzled look on her face as he took it and put it on the table next to his. She started to go back to the couch but his voice stopped her. “Stand here in front of me.” He moved forward in the chair, pushing the ottoman out of the way.

  Her legs could barely hold her up, trembling so hard when he told her to stand in front of him. She didn't know whether to be scared or excited, all of her fantasies rushing into her brain at one time.

  "Take off your jacket. It's a bit warm in here with the fire.” His eyes watched her as she slowly took it off, her breasts straining the buttons of the white silk blouse as she arched her back to take it off of each arm. He reached out when she offered it to him, placing it neatly on the ottoman. “You are a lovely girl, but you know that already."

  "Thank you, Michael,” saying it with smugness.

  "Now your blouse. Take it off.” He said it with coolness, almost a natural thing for him to say.

  She looked at him, her fingers shaking as they reached up to the top button and fumbled with the button. A button that she had done thousands of times but now seemed almost impossible. It finally popped open, her fingers moving down to the next one, this one a little easier as her nerves began to calm down. She wasn't sure what she was doing except for obeying him, not sure how far he would go to test her. Obedience, he had said it before. She pulled the blouse to the side as she popped open the third button, revealing part of her white lacy bra. It was cut low as though she knew this would happen, or maybe just hoped it would. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to fill her lungs with air, her face flushed as she looked at Michael as her fingers continued with their mission. She finally pulled the silk blouse from her skirt, one last button to undo. She pushed it to the side, her bra exposed to his eyes. And his eyes were fixated on her breasts. She unbuttoned the cuffs, finally pulling it off her arms. She folded it and handed it to Michael as if it were the most normal thing to do. She watched as he placed it on top of her jacket.

  "You have lovely breasts, Monika. Do you want to take off your bra and show me your bare breasts?” Her abundant cleavage was revealed, no cross to draw his eyes, only lovely tanned flesh. His hand went down to his pants, her eyes following as he un-cramped his rigid cock in his pants. His cock jerked when she unconsciously licked her lips.

  "Anything for you, Michael.” Some of her nervousness was leaving, Monika feeling more secure, though the uncertainty of what he would ask her to do did scare her. After all, she wanted this as much as he did. Her hands went behind her back, deftly unsnapping her bra. She crossed her arms in front of her, slipping the straps off of her shoulders, cradling the bra under her hands, s
till covering her breasts. She waited, teasing Michael, finally letting the bra fall to the floor, her hands covering her naked breasts. Her nipples felt huge as they stuck into her palms like sharp points. She saw his impatience, Monika letting her hands slipped to her sides, her hands hanging uselessly as her fists clenched into a tight ball. She looked down, her breasts showing no tan lines, standing up like sharp cones, her nipples pointed and hard. Michael's eyes didn't leave them, not a word came out of his mouth.

  Her breasts were much nicer than Dana's, Monika's nipples larger and harder, dark brown areolas surrounded her nipples like giant targets. Her breasts were heaving up and down, her face flushed as she stood half naked in front of him, showing him her body for the first time. He wanted so bad to press his face between them and suck her nipples, but he needed to tease her, to make her want him as much as he wanted her. To make her willing to do anything to get him. And she would have to on Friday. Michael stood up, his eyes feasting on her naked breasts as he walked behind her, her head turn slightly to see where he was going. “Lace your fingers behind your head.” He was behind her as her hands came up, her fingers joined at her neck. “Push your elbows to the side."

  She didn't notice it before, but there was a large mirror that shone back her reflection, Monika seeing Michael behind her. Her face was flushed as she saw how she looked, naked from the waist up, her hands behind her head thrusting her naked breasts out. And her nipples hard as rocks, the slightest breeze in the room sending a tingling through her breasts. Would Michael touch me? She held her breath in anticipation, wanting so bad to feel his fingers on her nipples. “Mmmmmm,” trying to quell her moan as Michael's hands slid around her waist. He pulled her back until she felt the unmistakable bulge of his cock on her ass, her pussy growing wet in anticipation. She wanted him inside her, wanting to turn around and touch his cock, take it out and stroke it. She began to move her hips from side to side, hearing the gentle rustle of her skirt on the front of his pants.