A Dare too far (PM interest please)

[nahtayla]

A Dare Too Far (closed)

(Role now taken by niceandbrutal)

Gwen Littlewood: http://blog.pokerjunkie.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Redhead.jpg

It began as a dare more then anything else. A chance to behave recklessly after so long having to work hard and study to achieve top grades. Gwen Littlewood had spent the spent four years being a good girl, studying hard, earning a first class honours degree for her trouble. But it had been dull, and very very predictable. Her friends, apparently, wanted to spice up her life a little bit.

"So… here's my idea." Marie, Gwen's best friend, glanced around her to make sure they were quite alone, before leaning towards her and whispering in her ear. "On graduation day, I dare you to wear as little as you can under your graduation gown. Little dress, lingerie, hell go naked if you dare. The more daring you are, the more drinks I owe you at the graduation party."

Gwen had been listening to this in stunned disbelief. Now she leant back, a startled laugh escaping her as she tried to read a bluff in her friends face.

"You have got to be kidding me…"

"No, listen! I've seen the graduation gowns, alright? They'd cover to just above the knee for you, and the only way others would be able to see beneath it is if a gust of wind lifted the thing or… if you showed them." Marie flashed a wicked smile. "Only question is how far you'd be willing to go."

Gwen had given it a lot of thought. She knew that were she to be caught doing such a thing she could be in serious trouble. The university prided itself on tradition, and expected it's students to graduate dressed in their best attire, an external symbol of the strict code of conduct enforced. She could easily be punished for such an act, or even (she quailed at the thought) be stripped of her degree.

But… part of the fun was in the risk, and it had been a good few years since Gwen had done anything particularly risky. So, on graduation day she went all out. Beneath the graduation gown all students were expected to wear, she was wearing absolutely nothing as she stepped into the auditorium where the ceremony would take place, beyond a pair of black stilettos. She had already text Marie, telling her just what she had done, and spotted Marie grinning to herself. This wouldn't take long, she told herself. As soon as she was home she would change into the little blue dress she had chosen for the party tonight. Then it would be drinks all round.

It was then that she felt the hand on her shoulder.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Professor Steele had received an anonymous tip concerning Miss Gwen Littlewood, hardworking student and earner of an Honors Degree. He would have laughed it off of course, if it weren't for the fact that the hardworking students were the ones most liable to think up crazy pranks for the graduation ceremony now that they were finished with University and 'safe'.

But earnest little Gwen? He didn't think so. If, on the other hand, the tip was true, there were possibilities that suited an old sexual predator like Professor Steele. There were many a time he had cornered doe-eyed little minxes just like Gwen to "discuss improving their grades" as the euphemism went.

At the age of 43, Prof. Steele was still a bachelor. He had no use for a steady mate since he fed well off the female half of the student population. He bought their silence by being generous when grading those who subjected themselves to a tryst or three with the professor. He'd been eyeing Gwen, hoping her grades would slip, but she was dedicated and hardworking, always punctual when handing in her assignments. This, he felt, was the last chance of getting a piece of Miss Greenwood before graduation and he would do all he could to seize it.

And there she was. From the hem on down he could see bare and shapely calves. That didn't necessarily prove anything, but he had this one last chance. If the tip was true it was time to play hardball with Gwen Littlewood. He approached her and placed a hand on her shoulders.

"If you'd come with me please, Gwen. I'd like to have a word with you."

 

[nahtayla]

Gwen looked round, startled, to find herself looking into the eyes of Professor Steele. Surprise and a little nerves went through her when he asked to talk to her. She had rarely spoken to him on a one-to-one basis in the past, and certainly not about anything apart from assignments or notes. She knew little about him, except that he was firm on deadlines and attendance, and wasn't someone she had been particularly comfortable approaching of her own accord.

Many would say that he didn't have favourites, but all the girls from her course knew otherwise. They all knew the Professor had favourites, that there were girls who got top grades from him despite not putting in as much effort as the others did. There had been a certain amount of speculation about this amongst the other female students, and most assumed it was simply his choosing his 'pet' students and wanting to get them through with the best grades possible. Gwen had never knowingly gained his notice, never spoken to him outside a class setting... until this moment.

"Y…Yes Professor." She said, hoping that her sudden sense of alarm wasn't evident in her expression or tone as she followed him. Her heart picked up slightly, nerves starting to overtake her. Why did he wish to talk her, and today of all days? They were about to graduate, his job was over. Unless... he had some reason to speak to her? Paranoia made her catch her breath. What if he knew about what she was doing?

But… how could he know? Barely anyone knew about this, and she had been careful since entering the auditorium. No... she was simply being silly, guilt over her actions making her more jumpy then usual. She was never going to let Marie talk her into something like this ever again.

The Professor's office was on the next level of the building, and currently the entire floor was deserted apart from the two of them. Gwen glanced around herself quickly when she entered, trying to work out why he wished to speak to her, what the motive behind this was... but could see no papers, no folders, nothing concrete. Her sense of nervousness increased.

"Is there something the matter, Professor?" She asked, her green eyes anxious now.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"Why don't you tell me, Gwen? Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

As he talked he shut the door behind her, locking it. She seemed nervous already. He loved the look in her eyes as he fixed her with his sternest gaze. She was definitely nervous about something!

He went to his desk and sat down, not offering her a seat. He opened his drawer where he kept his camera which he used to record his many illicit encounters in this office. He had a whole drawer at home with photos of his conquests. Gwen would be one of his sweeter trophies, he only needed to play his cards right.

"Now Gwen" he began, fatherly concern in his voice. "I realise this is probably one of the greatest days of your young life. Hell, I remember the day I graduated with honors at this very university." His gaze flicked swiftly to a plaque on his wall.

"My graduation went off without a hitch, except..."

He paused for effect, nailing her with his eyes, daring her to speak.

 

[nahtayla]

She couldn't answer when he asked if there was anything she wished to tell him. Part of her greatly wished to start apologising, right now, and tell him she was going to her car right now to grab her dress and change into something more appropriate. She had to bite back the urge, reminding herself that she didn't know that was his reason for calling her up here. But there was definitely something, and the look of stern steel in his eyes was not helping her nerves.

Her eyes followed him when he took a seat. He didn't offer her a seat, and she hoped she wouldn't be in here long enough to have to take one. Her eyes travelled for a moment around the room again, every moment making her feel more nervous.

When he paused, she hesitated, the second's pause feeling like far longer as her heart raced. He wasn't going on, and the look he was giving her made her frightened to prompt him or, indeed, speak at all.

"… Except?" She whispered finally, when there was still silence in the room. Her eyes flickered for a moment to the plaque on the wall, before meeting his again quickly.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"EXCEPT, some of the honor students got it into their warped heads to ruin the dignity of the ceremony for the rest of us!" His voice had taken on a sharper tone now, all part of the game to unsettle little Gwen.

Another dramatic pause followed. His glare never left her and he waited for her reaction.

When she tried speaking again he cut her off: "Have you ever heard of something called 'streaking', Gwen? That's when someone gets it into their heads that their desire to flaunt their bodies to shock their surroundings outweighs the damage dealt by their actions. Several of the honor students in my year were in on the prank. And I swore then and THERE" he slammed his hand on the desk for emphasis "that if I had anything to do with it, any students participating in such a debauched display would be stripped of their grades and expelled. In addition, they'd be reported to the authorities for indecent exposure. Do you think those consequences are worth a few minutes of fun, Gwen?"

His gaze never left her. He relished the nervousness bordering on fear emanating from her face. She was delicious to behold, and Professor Steele was almost certain now that the girl had a guilty conscience he could exploit.

 

[nahtayla]

Her mind seemed to be working in slow motion. His list of consequences for such actions seemed to hit home very slowly. Loss of grades... Expulsion from the faculty... Being reported to the police. She felt vaguely sick at the thought. But she hadn't meant any such harm, or to damage the school's prestigious reputation! This had merely been a bit of fun in her mind, a chance to let her hair down.

"I... yes, if the person who does it has done so maliciously, in order to deliberately tar the school's reputation." She said, after a few moments silence as she attempted to gather her scattered thoughts. "But if the person meant no harm..." She hesitated, torn on what her next action should be.

On one hand, she knew that to have done what she did, and to be caught red-handed doing so, would mean a punishment of some kind. But surely, if she were to explain the circumstances, come clean instead of being caught out, that would make things better. She was almost certain that he knew by now, or suspected at the very least. She decided to throw caution to the wind.

"Professor, I feel I should... should confess something, after what you said. I... I'm not wearing anything beneath this robe. It isn't because of streaking." She clarified quickly, her nerves beginning to get the better of her, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I swear it isn't anything like that, Sir. A... a friend dared me to do this, to just wear the robe during the ceremony. I would never dream of disrupting the... the..."

She finally trailed off, losing her nerve under his gaze. Her eyes lowered, and she felt a swell of apprehension. Had she just made a terrible mistake?

 

[Niceandbrutal]

So the tip was right. How sweet!
He savoured the moment she willingly confessed.
He had her on the hook. Now to reel her in.

"Gwen, I can't begin to tell you how sad and disappointed that makes me feel. You are throwing away your entire academic career for a dare!? I want you to think long and hard on this moment when you flip burgers at Mc Donalds in a few weeks time. For you it's over. I'm going to have to report this. We have a dress code for a reason, Gwen."

His voice was tinged with practiced "sadness" as he lay into her guilty conscience with gusto.

 

[nahtayla]

She began to panic at this. To have worked so hard, only to lose it all because of a stupid afternoons prank! When he spoke of reporting it, her eyes widened with real fear, remembering that he mentioned the police.

"Please don't do this Professor. I swear I meant no harm by this, truly I didn't. I'll never do something so stupid again." When he looked entirely unmoved, her desperation and panic became even clearer. "Please, isn't there some other way. I...I'll do whatever you want in return, accept whatever punishment, just please..."

She was close to tears. A realisation was forming in the back of her mind, some part of her whispering that this was his true intention, that she should be careful, but the panic and fear was overriding that. She waited, tense, her hands clasped together in front of her as she waited.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"Everything I want, Gwen? That carries some heavy implications. I'm a hard man to please."

He looked her over. Yup, she was ripe for the picking. He brought out the camera, switched it on.

"Remove your robe please, Gwen."

 

[nahtayla]

... What? For a second, Gwen was certain she couldn't have heard him correctly. He couldn't have just asked her to do that. But as she met his eyes, she knew instinctively that she had heard him correctly, and that he was now waiting for her to obey what he said.

She hesitated for a split second, her eyes now fearful as they moved for a moment to the camera in his hand. Did he plan to photograph her? Her stomach flipped at the thought. She wasn't afraid of showing her body, or ashamed - indeed, she was quite proud of her slim figure - but she was ashamed at the thought of being pictured in such a state of undress, not to mention frightened about what he would do with the picture.

"Y... Yes Sir." She murmured finally. She undid the zip on the robe, the rasp of it seeming too loud in the quiet office. Then, breathing quick, she undid the fastenings and slipped the robe off, letting it pool to the floor at her feet. She instinctively wanted to cover herself with her hands, but resisted. She was slim built, her breasts, though fairly small, large on her petite frame. A small patch of red hair was at her pussy, but beyond that she was shaven bare. He's just going to take a photograph or two, and then let you be, she told herself. The words sounded false even to herself. He wanted more then that, and she knew it.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Magnificent!

Professor Steele's breath caught as he watched the beauty before him unfold.
With slightly trembling hands he started snapping pictures of her, moving around to get different angles. Then he put the camera away, insurance in case she blabbed later on. Now for the main event he thought.

"You don't think that's the end of it, I hope. If so, you are sadly mistaken Gwen!"

As he talked he cupped one of her pert little tits, standing firm towrds him on its own, daring him to play with it.

"I think you know what I'm after."

 

[nahtayla]

Her cheeks flushed pink as he moved around her and she heard the sounds of the camera shutter going, hearing him take multiple photos, realising he was taking them from different angles. For one second, as he put the camera away, she actually let herself believe he might be done, that he'd got what he wanted. His words soon put paid to that.

The slightest gasp escaped her as he cupped her breast, the simple touch enough to make her give a slight shiver. At his words, she glanced up at him, her eyes full of nerves and anxiety. She had known deep down what he would want, but to have him actually demanding it from her now, and knowing that she was in no position to argue with him, somehow made it more unnerving.

"I..." Her voice was trembling, and she fought to get it under control before starting again. "I know what you're after. But... t-the ceremony, the graduation, it's soon." There was the faintest plea to her voice. "You have the photos, you know i'll do what you want..."

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"Very well. But if you do not return to me afterwards, these pictures will end up on the University's official webpages along with an article about the shameful display you tried to make. Go now, you know where my office is."

With that he gave her bum a playful pat and pinch, and he went to unlock the door for her.

"I'll be watching you!"

 

[nahtayla]

She put the graduation robe back on hastily, grateful for this brief respite, though also knowing that it was only a matter of time before she had to come back here and face the music. She didn't look back as she left the office quickly and headed down the stairs, but she knew he was following her back down to the ceremony.

Just as she reentered the auditorium, the call went up for all students to take their seats. As Gwen took her seat, Marie came over to her.

"Gwen! God, I wondered where you were. I saw Professor Steele come over and lead you away and thought he'd caught you out. What happened?"

Her heart skipped a beat. She knew that right now, she could choose to tell Marie what was going to happen after the ceremony, what he had on her. But she could feel his eyes on her, even if she couldn't see him, and knew that were she to tell Marie he would make good on his threat.

"Nothing Marie, he… he just wanted to wish me well for the future and check how I was. He had no idea about… you know." Her cheeks coloured slightly, and she hoped Marie would think it was because of the subject matter, rather then because she was lying. Marie pursed her lips but seemed to believe her.

"Well, it's lucky you got here when you did, you might have missed your own graduation otherwise."

"Yeah, lucky." Gwen murmured. Luckily, the Dean got up to speak then, and Marie turned to face the stage, giving Gwen a moment to breath. She took half a glance around, her cheeks still pink, half wondering where the Professor was now.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Professor Steele sauntered down the stairs after Gwen. He belonged on the podium with the other professors, sitting all distinguished and stern, politely clapping whenever a student received their diplomas. It was boring as Hell, but a sight easier and better paid than digging ditches. Student after student passed by, all beaming at their moment in the sun.

Then the name "Gwen Littlewood" was called out. Professor Steele perked up at that. A gust of wind would have scandalized her, as would her tripping and falling. She was visibly nervous as she approached the podium. He sought out and established eye contact with her.

"I'm watching you" he thought.

 

[nahtayla]

The names seemed to pass by in a blur, going by alphabetical order on the surname. Marie went up, and a few others around her. She found herself unable to concentrate, her hands twisting slightly in her lap. Then, the Dean called "Gwen Littlewood". Gwen took a breath, then got up and moved towards the podium. There was clapping from the audience. She was suddenly very aware that she could very easily accidentally give someone much more of a view of her then she would wish them to have. As she got onto the podium, her eyes locked onto Professor Steele's eyes.

Her cheeks burned and her gaze dropped after a few seconds… but she was becoming aware that despite her fear, there was a tingling going through her body. She couldn't understand it, couldn't explain it, but knew it was there… and somehow that his gaze had this effect on her frightened her still more.

Quickly, she turned her eyes to the Dean again, smiled and took her diploma from him as he congratulated her in an offhand sort of way. Relief swept through her as she was finally able to seek the relative refuge of her seat amongst the other graduates once again. Her heart was thudding hard now. Once the names had all been called out, she knew he would want her back in his office once more.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Professor Steele waited until the ceremony was finished before retiring to his office. As he sat there waiting for her, he savoured the photographs he'd taken. Here, a shapely young breast with an attentive nipple. There the way her hips curved and swung in at her waist. A low shot of her, taking in pussy, breasts and her face, looking nervous. A close-up of her pretty green eyes and vivid red hair.

Professor Steele stretched as he felt the onset of a hard-on. He waited patiently for Gwen to show up.

 

[nahtayla]

The rest of the ceremony passed by far, far too quickly. Then came photos outside, the obligatory photo of all graduates throwing their tasselled hats into the air. After that, most other students were either staying for the party, or else going to spend time with their families. Gwen made her excuses to Marie, claiming she wanted to go and get changed and then see her family, saying she'd see her later. With a heavy weight in her stomach, she went back up to his office.

Everything in her wanted to turn around and go back down to the party. Better yet, to tell him to go to Hell and let what happened happen. But she wasn't that brave, was too nervous of what the implications would be for the rest of her life were those photos to come to the attention of others. She paused outside his office, closed her eyes for a moment, then knocked twice on the door, before stepping inside quietly and closing the door behind her.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

She knocked and entered, a rush of nervous energy and flashing red hair.

"Come on in, Gwen. Don't be shy."

He smiled. This would be sweet. Well worth the wait.
He stood and walked towards her as she approached his desk. Closing in on her, he cupped her chin and lifted her face, gazing into her startling green eyes.

He leaned in to kiss her.