Lady_Gamer
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(Closed for captainblackadder67 and myself.)
As a non-traditional college student, Victoria had a lot of control in her life. She had secured a mortgage on a house at the age of eighteen and worked multiple jobs for six years - it was then that the want to go back to school struck her. She spent a couple of years balancing work and study, renting out two rooms of her house to make up for her loss of income. Upon reaching her junior year of college, she decided she needed a bold change of pace.
She wanted to study abroad. As she looked in to different programs, she suddenly feared a sheltered experience. She kept seeing things such as "English-taught courses" and couldn't help but imagine being shepherded around with the same group of Americans day to day. Well, it would be her own fault for not being fluent in any foreign language.
Okay, then - Victoria would go to the UK. She wouldn't have to enroll in a program; she could figure out the details for herself. She spent the summer immersed in bureaucratic procedure, obtaining and filling out paperwork for multiple life-altering decisions. She sold her house and managed to come out with some funding towards her newest endeavor.
It had been quite the process, but she eventually arrived in England a week before the fall semester would begin. At the age of twenty-six, Victoria wasn't the type of student that would be forced to live in the dormitory; she stayed in a hotel for a few nights and looked in to renting possibilities. One might expect Victoria to be the type to have this figured out before-hand, but she wanted to meet whoever she would be sharing her living space with before committing to anything. She wasn't interested in living with a family, or a couple - she was seeking a single male or female roommate with a particular personality. It was easy enough for Victoria to tell if a person possessed the ability to please her; unfortunately, finding this person was not immediate. It was the third day of responding to adds.
First on her list for the day was a non-descriptive add titled "Room for Let". Victoria smiled - the British were so cute. She found a lot of entertainment in listening to and reading the differences between her speech patterns and theirs. And the English accent? The college student could melt.
She needed to find herself a plaything to satisfy her lust.
Victoria approached the door of her first query of the morning. She had spoken to the man on the phone the previous day; he sounded promising. He lived alone and seemed proper - she could imagine making him admit that he was a pervert and having him beg her for satisfaction. She rang the doorbell.
The woman was 5'6" and 145 lbs. She naturally had an hourglass figure of 38D-30-38. Today she was wearing a corset under her button-up silk blouse that made her curves even more dramatic. The top buttons of her blouse were left open, allowing just a glimpse of her strapless black undergarment and the red ribbon that adorned it. She wore a short black skirt with wide pleats and dark gray stockings that were likely to be held up with a garter belt. Her black leather boots reached slightly above her knee and had a four inch stiletto heel on them. Her dark blond hair was allowed to freely cascade over her shoulders, reaching just past the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her hair had a subtle curl to it. Her eyes were blue and her skin light, nearly pale. It contrasted nicely with her outfit.
She smiled wickedly as the man opened the door.
As a non-traditional college student, Victoria had a lot of control in her life. She had secured a mortgage on a house at the age of eighteen and worked multiple jobs for six years - it was then that the want to go back to school struck her. She spent a couple of years balancing work and study, renting out two rooms of her house to make up for her loss of income. Upon reaching her junior year of college, she decided she needed a bold change of pace.
She wanted to study abroad. As she looked in to different programs, she suddenly feared a sheltered experience. She kept seeing things such as "English-taught courses" and couldn't help but imagine being shepherded around with the same group of Americans day to day. Well, it would be her own fault for not being fluent in any foreign language.
Okay, then - Victoria would go to the UK. She wouldn't have to enroll in a program; she could figure out the details for herself. She spent the summer immersed in bureaucratic procedure, obtaining and filling out paperwork for multiple life-altering decisions. She sold her house and managed to come out with some funding towards her newest endeavor.
It had been quite the process, but she eventually arrived in England a week before the fall semester would begin. At the age of twenty-six, Victoria wasn't the type of student that would be forced to live in the dormitory; she stayed in a hotel for a few nights and looked in to renting possibilities. One might expect Victoria to be the type to have this figured out before-hand, but she wanted to meet whoever she would be sharing her living space with before committing to anything. She wasn't interested in living with a family, or a couple - she was seeking a single male or female roommate with a particular personality. It was easy enough for Victoria to tell if a person possessed the ability to please her; unfortunately, finding this person was not immediate. It was the third day of responding to adds.
First on her list for the day was a non-descriptive add titled "Room for Let". Victoria smiled - the British were so cute. She found a lot of entertainment in listening to and reading the differences between her speech patterns and theirs. And the English accent? The college student could melt.
She needed to find herself a plaything to satisfy her lust.
Victoria approached the door of her first query of the morning. She had spoken to the man on the phone the previous day; he sounded promising. He lived alone and seemed proper - she could imagine making him admit that he was a pervert and having him beg her for satisfaction. She rang the doorbell.
The woman was 5'6" and 145 lbs. She naturally had an hourglass figure of 38D-30-38. Today she was wearing a corset under her button-up silk blouse that made her curves even more dramatic. The top buttons of her blouse were left open, allowing just a glimpse of her strapless black undergarment and the red ribbon that adorned it. She wore a short black skirt with wide pleats and dark gray stockings that were likely to be held up with a garter belt. Her black leather boots reached slightly above her knee and had a four inch stiletto heel on them. Her dark blond hair was allowed to freely cascade over her shoulders, reaching just past the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her hair had a subtle curl to it. Her eyes were blue and her skin light, nearly pale. It contrasted nicely with her outfit.
She smiled wickedly as the man opened the door.