Consequences

[Felix80]

The law department at University of Connecticut was one of the best undergraduate programs in the country. Not the same as Harvard or Yale, but still excellent. Professor Jack Felix was new this year. He graduated from Harvard and worked as a defense attorney at one of the biggest law firms in Hartford for ten years. He retired a millionaire and a junior partner, to teach. It wasn't the most prestigious end to a career, nor was it Jack's initial plan, but after ten years of keeping the guilty rich out of jail he wanted a change. He still had a few clients and did a bit of moonlighting for his old firm, but he was a professor now. The pay was much lower, but the job satisfaction was drastically higher.

He was teaching a 100 level class on constitutional law this morning. It was a survey class, filled with a mix of kids who were pre-law and kids just taking the class to meet a core curriculum standard. Jack paced as he lectured and one young lady in the front row caught his eye.

She was always early and her last few quizzes had been perfect scores. He wasn't sure what her major was, but he had found his mind drifting back to her when he jerked off at night. One of the things he missed about being a big time trial lawyer was the random wild encounters with willing women. Jack found himself fantasizing about some of his students, which was natural enough.

He tried not to drift in front of her, though she sat in the center of class, so when he stopped to address the class on specific points it tended to be in front of her. Jack certainly didn't want to look directly at her face or chest while he gathered his thoughts, so he tended to look down.

While he was looking down today her purse was on the floor. It was open. He wasn't snooping, but he could see inside. What he saw made him pause.

Crystal Meth. A good deal of it. For that much meth the sentence would be measured in decades.

Jack bent at the knee and picked up the purse, closing it. He turned to the girl and said, "See me after class." Jack walked the purse to his desk and placed it there. He walked back out in front of the class and finished his lecture.

 

[Elegant_Emotion]

Hannah was a smart girl, she worked hard in her classes, kept her partying to a minimum and never got into trouble. Maybe that's why she agreed to hide the bag, for the excitement, but now the thrill had turned into a black pit in her stomach.

When Professor Felix had started to reach for her bag she had even reflexively reached out with her foot, as if she could grab it before he did and hide it somehow. Even if that plan had made sense she wasn't fast enough to do it.

The rest of his lecture passed over her like wind on stone, all Hannah could do was stare down at her notes in dread. Her mind turning her situation over and over to try and find a way out.

When the rest of the class rose to leave she stayed in her seat, avoiding eye contact with anyone else. Luckily her classmates passed by her wordlessly, probably assuming her cell had been ringing in the purse and wanting to be polite.

Soon everyone was gone and Hannah sat alone in the room with her Professor. She wore a simple green t-shirt, clinging tight to her slim body, and a pair of worn jeans. Spring was coming and it was just warm enough for her to wear sandals, her unpainted toes tapping slowly in trepidation. The only jewelry she had was a small silver ring in a helix piercing on her right ear. Her chestnut hair was cut short, just covering the back of her neck, and she sported some impressive bangs. Hannah certainly appreciated having them today, giving her something to hide her face in shame.

 

[Felix80]

Jack had to wonder what the best course of action would be? Turn her in to the police? Take Hannah on as a client? Could she pay? Yeah, right. Excellent student or not she was going to a state school. His rate sstarted at $1000 an hour. There was always pro-bono, but was she worthit?

Treat her like a client. Interview her. Take her back to his office - no. He was not bringing that much meth to his office. He was bringing it to the police or destroying it. He would have to do the interview here.

It was a large, auditorium style classroom. Not ideal for an interview. But beggers can't be choosers and no one was scheduled to use it for a few hours.

"Hannah. Go lock the doors," he pointed to the back row, "then come here." Before she got up he fixed her with a stare. "If you run I will go straight to the police, and you will spend the next twenty years in prison. Is that clear?"

He waited for her to comply, watching her walk up the aisle and back down. She was an attractive girl, and so seemingly innocent. They would eat her alive in the women's correctional facility. Would they keep her in East Lyme or... it didn't matter. This was the end of her old life, one way or the other.

When she came back and stood before his desk Jack sighed. "Lets get the facts on the table. You are carrying enough Crystal Meth to be charged with a few decades worth of prison for possession, distribution and intent to sell. If that happens the life you're living now is over and you will be some girl's sex slave in prison by the end of the month. A pretty girl like you, Hannah, and you will probably be owned by a gang for the next twenty to thirty years. That's longer than you've been alive isn't it.

"The good news is that I am a lawyer, a criminal defense lawyer. I can help you, but only if you tell me the truth. Right now. Start from the beginning. How long have you been addicted to meth?"

 

[Elegant_Emotion]

Hannah hesitated before standing, biting her lip and glancing out at the hallway before closing the doors and turning the locks.

Despite the serious nature of her situation she still seemed taken aback by Professor Felix's blunt assessment. Twice her lips parted as if to interrupt or protest but he rolled on without pause.

When he mentioned her likely position in prison society she blushed involuntarily, delicate fingers rolling the hem at the bottom of her shirt like some kind of a nervous twitch.

Hannah looked almost nauseous by the time he finished. When her Professor asked about her drug use she immediately objected, voice hoarse, "Please Professor, I I've nev- I don't use drugs! I didn't even know what it was, it was just..." She knew how stupid the whole situation would sound but she couldn't think of any lies that would help at this point. "It belongs to a friend, her parents are visiting today and she asked me to just keep the bag in my purse till they were gone." Hannah's eyes were watering at this point, her whole body shaking at the idea of prison.

 

[Felix80]

That was the most ridiculous thing Jack had ever heard. Hannah was willing to hold that much meth as a favor. A FAVOR? She couldn't possibly be that stupid.

Jack leaned back in the chair, made a steeple of his fingers and admired the girl. Her body shaking, her eyes welled up with tears, playing absently with the hem of her shirt. There were no signs of meth use. And she was acting innocent enough. Maybe she wasn't guily or stupid. Maybe she was so innocent she didn't know better. No. With a body like that she had to be more experienced in the world. Didn't she?

"If that's true I can help you. If it's not then you'll be in prison so fast your first beating will be over before you even realize you're there."

He stopped, waiting dispassionately to see her response.

"My normal fee is $1000.00 an hour. If you can't afford that..." Jack paused. He was going to talk about reduced rates or pro-bono but as he looked over her and saw the swell of her breasts under the t-shirt, and the roundness of her hips he couldn't help but get arroused. It occurred to him she was in the perfect position. He missed his wild days of sexual festivities, and she was in no position to tell a soul if he took advantage of her.

Images flooded his mind of Hannah being used to satisfy his sexual desires. Taking her from behind, watching her head bob on his cock, taking her in places all over the school, rubbing her under her dress at a movie, her face covered in his cum with his cockhead still pressed against her lips. Fuck yes, that sounded good.

He let the pause linger until she responded. How the hell was he going to present this so that she would acquiesce?

 

[Elegant_Emotion]

1,000 dollars an hour?! she thought in alarm. Hannah was already paying her tuition mostly through scholarships and loans, even if she went to her parents they'd be bankrupt within a week at that rate.

Hannah slapped her hands on the desk, leaning over it pleadingly. "I can't afford that, please professor I... I'll go into a drug program if you need more proof, I can tell you who the bag really belongs to!" She felt dirty offering to turn someone else in, but she couldn't tear her family apart just to hide a friend's crimes.

Hannah's knees suddenly felt weak, her stomach was roiling. it felt like the room was spinning and she couldn't find anything to hold on to. Finally she sunk down to the floor her forehead resting on the desk. "Please, help me..." Her bangs cast a shadow over her face, hiding the glint of tears in her eyes.

 

[Felix80]

"Please, help me..."

Jack looked at the beatiful girl reduced to a heap on the floor in front of his desk. He had her now. He just had to choose the right words.

"Stand up." Jack waited for Jenni to comply.

"You can always go to a different lawyer, someone cheaper, someone not as good. That's your option." Jack let those words sink in for a ten count before he stood up, now looking down at the chestnut haired co-ed.

"However, I can make this go away. I'm so good I can make sure the police never need to talk to you. A lesser lawyer can't promise that." He gave her time to think on that. The promise of complete freedom.

At a price.

"But you can't afford my fee. Perhaps you would consider a quid pro quo. Since moving here from Hartford I have been lacking certain things. Specifically I am in need of discrete, and open minded female companionship."

Jack began to pace from one end of the desk to the other. "There are too few opportunities among the faculty and the problem with fucking," he said it casually, as if it were a normal word, "a student is that one cannot rely on their silence. You, however, are in no position to tell anyone or disobey. That's the other thing, I don't just want any pussy to use as fuck meat, I want a sex slave. I want a girl who will obey, my own personal sex toy."

Jack stopped and looked at Hannah, smiling at her. "To clarify, I am offering to make this meth thing disappear and in exchange you will be my sex slave. You have one minute to decide."

 

[Elegant_Emotion]

Hannah's arm moved before she could even think. Her hand a blur as it swung out. The sound of her slap seemed to echo in the empty classroom, her palm stinging from the blow. Professor Felix didn't seen particularly phased however, or at least he wasn't showing it.

Hannah glared at him through watery eyes, a look of pure outrage. She was shaking, every muscle and instinct clearly telling her to turn and leave that instant.

But she didn't leave.

Hannah's eyes darted between the man's face and the clock, watching the second hand race around toward the one minute ultimatum. If she could have come up with any other option, even a crazy one, she'd have jumped on it in an instant. Yet as the minute passed she finally bowed her head in defeat. She tried to say something but her throat had closed up and only a choked sound escaped Hannah's soft lips. The message was clear however, she had no other choice.

 

[Felix80]

Hannah bowed her head and moaned. Jack smiled, despite his stinging red cheek. That was a yes.

"I will take your silence as assent. Very good. From now on you are my sex slave. When we are alone you are not Hannah, you don't have a name except for whatever I call you. You will be slut, slave, whore, fuckmeat, cunt, whatever it strikes me to call you by, you will answer to it. And you will call me Master. Is that clear slut?"

He waited for hereresponse, watching her reaction. "Very good, cunt. Now strip for your Master."