Surprise Lessons (closed)

[Wolf Vixen]

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Tiffany was certainly from a rich family, you could tell it by taking one look at her. She wore the finest clothes, always had her hair, makeup and nails done. Never once did anyone ever see her where she wasn’t beautiful and she knew it too. Tiffany would have fun leading some guys on. Letting them think they had the slightest chance with her, only to crush them in the end. She really didn’t care, she could literally have anyone she wanted and it showed in the way she held herself.

She was going to an Ivy League college where she was studying computer programming. She enjoyed computers and even though programming seemed to be a rather nerdy class to take she was rather enjoying herself. Something about computer languages always made her feel like she was not only beautiful but smart too. Besides, her family owned one of the biggest computer based companies in the country, so of course she needed to know the little things to run it.

When she walked into class on the first day, of course she had many, if not all the men ogling her. Even the professor looked at her longer than necessary. He was an older man, with grey hair, but he did work out so he wasn’t one of these overweight professors she found to be in most of her classes. Tiffany was used to having them strip her with their eyes and she tried her best to give them a brilliant smile, just to lead them on too. It always got her better grades when she played along with them.

Funny thing is, Tiffany had only slept with one guy, but the sex was so awful she vowed not to do that again. Why the hell would someone want to get all sweaty with some dumb ass who didn’t know her leg from the whole between them? She was happy with her toys and her fingers, so she didn’t need a man to help her there. She just liked to use that sexual promise to her advantage as much as possible. Why not use what God gave you right?

Taking her seat she opened up her notebook and poised her pen ready to take notes, even as she felt the eyes burning over her. She tilted her head just slightly, baring her neck just a bit as she looked at Professor Gant and waited for him to begin. He stumbled a bit over his words and she smiled softly to that. She loved it when she got some reaction from an older man, not that she would ever go there.

The class was just any other first day, just information and not much real learning. Tiffany gauged how Mr. Gant would be and by the time the class was over with she was sure she had him pegged like anyone else. Slowly moving down the steps she gave him a quick wink before heading out and to her dorm room.

 

[Powerdog16]

Doctor Richard Gant, professor of advanced computer science, was not a man to be reckoned with. He was not like the other professors and teachers in this field. Most computer professors generally filled a certain stigma rather well. Tall, skinny, balding, thick rim glasses, no muscle at all, and about as geeky as a man or woman could look. Social skills usually had a lot to be desired with most professors as well.

This had not been the case with Richard, aka Dick Gant. Dick was a strong man, lean, fit, preferred spending his free time running in marathons as opposed to sitting at a computer trying to figure out the latest Matrix formulas... He was single, considered handsome by many of those around him and had a aura of dominance about him. Any time he entered a crowd in general, he usually became the center of attention with his suave demeanor and his relaxed stance. He wore Italian suits generally speaking for which he had a love for.

It had started off as another class, herding the students in like cattle to be taught the basics of Java so they could go home to their little computers and practice. The course was pretty dull for him... considering that he considered it so far beneath his own skills. He had a sort of Dr. House kind of genius about working with code. He never built code per say... or rather, hadn't built code in a long time. He was a troubleshooter and generally an extremely gifted one as well. He was the one that other professors generally came to for help when their Master's and PHD degrees did not help them.

It was when he spotted the young long legged huney near the front of the class is what he had realized he had already found his target. Every quarter, like clockwork, some young philly would realize that this advanced Java Principles was a little too out of their league to pass the honest way and realized they would need to sleep with the professor to get the grade. Funny thing is... most of the time... he did sleep with them.

So as this little philly in the seat began to work her magic, he smiled to himself inwardly and began to teach the first day's lessons. It was mostly information anyways so when the class was ending, he glanced up and saw her getting ready to leave. He headed to his desk and began to collect his things up for hte next class....

 

[Wolf Vixen]

The first night was very uneventful at best. The same crap that happened every year was happening again, new people coming in and thinking they know everything. Tiffany couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she made her way in and out of the dorm. So many guys thinking their money would buy her attention, but what they failed to remember was she had her own, if not more than them.

The next day of classes deemed a bit more interesting. Tiffany was a stuck up bitch, she knew that, but underneath it all was a brain. She just decided not to show it as much, since most of the time her brain got her little and her body got her more. She actually didn't have much in the way of classes and she figured a good portion of them she could just flirt a bit with the professors and her grade would jump up a letter at least.

This day Tiffany decided to pull out some small guns, nothing big, just a mid-thigh jean skirt and a low cut blue top. It was a rather casual outfit for her. The one thing she liked about this school was there was no dress code like you find at so many other places and if they ever did decide to put one into effect she would just call daddy up and have it changed again, at least for her.

She strolled in and out of her easy classes, catching the glances from the guys of her class as well as the quick peeks from the professors. She smiled as she moved through the hallways, heading for Mr Gant's class. Everyone loved to call him Dr Gant and honestly he deserved it, but Tiffany never gave anyone anything they actually deserved. She entered the room and slowly moved up to her seat. She noticed that most of the guys decided to change seats so they were closer to her, hoping to catch a glance under her skirt she bet.

Her notebook out and pen poised again her eyes followed Mr Gant as he entered the room. He was a handsome man, much more so than the other professors, but even he couldn't possibly be immune to her charms....no one ever was. Tiffany gave him a soft smile before beginning to jot down notes as he began class.

 

[Powerdog16]

Dr. Gant could see right through this little Phillies that sat in his class. Show a little leg, flash a little cleavage and the world would bow to them. He had gone through and picked and chose a handful of Phillies who had particularly caught his eye and even pulled the profiles on them, including their high school transcripts. Most of them were what he figured... stupid beautiful women who would sleep their way to the top. No substance beneath them. He realized that when he saw that most of their scores where either barely pass ... or aced. The barely passes were the from the professors that they had no effect on while the aces where the ones who they did sleep with...

Then there was this Tiffany person... something about her scores seemed to run different. She had A's and B's through everything in high school... but when she went to college, she suddenly found herself making A's. He looked at her course load back then and all the really great scores had been in computers and technology. The girl had a gift... so... why was she relying on her beauty so much?

He knew it took a lot of work to get to the place to his classroom. So... why was she here? There were easier courses that she could have taken with other instructors that were far less strict than he... He decided he should dig a little deeper into things about this one... something about her was different.

So as he started going through the first day of real material, he noted how she seemed to conveniently shift her legs or lean over revealing more cleavage to him as he happen to glance her way. He silently shook his head to himself and looked at her with a site of pity. He had figured it out. Smart girl realized her beauty would take her further. He had seen so many fall to the wayside like this.

"Okay class, remember the test covers Chapter's 1-6 and will include a timed application exercise for which you will have to create a stable entity and all the attributes on the list. The test is Friday, I know that is not a lot of time but... oh well... suck it up your in college... Class dismissed..." He turned and headed off the podium and back to his desk. He began to collect his things when he spotted this Tiffany looking at him a moment.

He gave no reaction of any kind towards the feelings of carnal lust he did feel towards her. She seemed to hang back while the rest of the class left. He finished collecting his things and turned to head out when he felt her approach him. He said, "Yes... can I help you?"

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany moved down toward Mr Gant's desk after everyone left for the next class. As he turned his attention to her she smiled brightly, "I'm so glad I got you this semester. I have heard so much about you and honestly am proud to be in your class. I wanted to know if we would be counted off if we used additional attributes than what was on the list."

Tiffany leaned against his desk and her eyes roamed up and down his body before she met his and smiled again. "I look forward to this test. I like to show what I am made of early." Again she winked at him feeling like she was getting her point across to him as his eyes moved over her form.

"I also wanted to know if there was possibly after class lessons or tutoring you were willing to do to help out anyone that might need it." She again smiled softly to him trying to gauge his reaction to her. He seemed like an intelligent man and that was going to be something she was going to have climb over. Surely he knew her plan and had seen it many times. To be as intelligent as he was, he must have seen it by now.

Tiffany stepped even closer to him as her fingers run along his desk like it was his cock, "There might be some things I might need a bit of help on, if you are willing to take the time to answer a few questions every now and then." Her gripped tightened on her bag as she drew closer to him, feeling something different about him. Her eyes glanced to her fingers on his desk before moving slowly over his body trying to figure out what was so different about him. When her eyes met his she smiled again, "What do you say?"

 

[Powerdog16]

He had seen this before... he got a dozen of these a semester and he for the most part ignored them all. He was a man with standard and integrity and to fall to the cooing of a young lady was simply not acceptable. So... why was he even considering this particular lady as a viable option of entertainment for himself?

He started to get to his feet and he watched her back away a bit and said, "I offer assistance to everyone who needs it." He glanced around the office and classroom and then did something bold and potentially completely stupid.

He stepped towards her and put his hand on her neck, clamping down on it firmly. He pushed her shocked person against the wall and said, "Let's cut to the chase here. Don't think I don't see through this charade sweet heart." He saw her reach for something in her purse and imagined it were a stun gun or pepper spray and so he grabbed her wrists and pinned the over her head. He put his hand back on her neck and clamped down again, "You can't walk in and try and swoon me with your body. I see dozens of young women like you walk in and think they can fuck their way into a good grade. I see right through your high school flirty bee bop game you are trying to play. If you want to impress me... you will have to do much MUCH more than just flirt with me young lady. You are going to have to submit if you want to get through me... "

He released her neck and arms and then said, "Think about what I just said... and get out of my office..." he turned, picked up his books once again and walked out of the class and on his way to the his private offices...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

She smiled as he got up and moved toward her. Tiffany wondered for a moment why he was glancing around when she got her answer with the feel of his hand around her neck. His grip tightened and she gasped, eyes widened as he pushed her up against the wall. She tried to go for her pepper spray in her purse, but he gripped her wrist and pulled her arms above her head. Clamping them down in one hand before returning the other to her neck.

His heated breath blew over her, even caused goosebumps to raise along her skin as his hand gripped her a bit tighter. She was actually finding this rather exciting. She knew he wouldn't be dumb enough to actually kill her, not in his classroom where he would be the prime suspect. That worry didn't even cross her mind, but the firmness of his grip on her wrist and neck certainly was making an impression on her.

Mr Gant's words cut through her, he wasn't fooled by her actions and was calling her out on her game. She couldn't believe he was going this far to make his point and that alone made her breath hitch just a bit. When he finally released her and stepped away she gasped again for air, air that was shallow before rushed into her lungs. She rubbed her wrists as she watched him walk out of the room.

Tiffany slowly moved from the room and headed straight to her dorm room. Her mind running wild with what just happened with Mr Gant. He challenged her in more ways than she could ever imagine. A smile began to spread along her lips, she was going to enjoy this semester in his class, she just knew it. Eventually he will give in even if he does know her game, she will make him give in. She began to plan for her next meeting with Mr Gant and this time it was going to be in his office, not the classroom.

 

[Powerdog16]

Over the course of the next two weeks, the course material quickly went from basic simple overview to extremely detailed Algorithms and matrix. As his class had over 60 people in it, he had little time for one on one instruction. This course was geared to be a very information packed intense course and as the first test quickly came on the end of the 3rd week, it was evident who needed help and who didn't.

He had also noted that Tiffany had, for the most part, stopped playing her little teeny bopper games which was a relief to him. He had 4 other young women in the class as well and so far 3 of them had tried to seduce him into a better grade. For the most part, other than taking a prolonged gaze down a blouse or up a skirt when the opportunity presented itself, he had given any relief when it came to the test.

These were all just girls trying to survive in a sharks world and it didn't surprise him at all when 2 of the 5 women dropped the course the day of the first test. Of course, 7 other men had dropped as well so it was not just a female thing. He was surprised however at Tiffany's performance in class. WHen he saw her getting her work done ahead of time and in advance, his first thought was he was sleeping with a nerd to get it done. No way a woman like that could know advanced computer theory. But, when he started questioning her, he was surprised when she answered every question he threw at her and then some.

Perhaps the girl had brains after all hidden under all the makeup. Either way, he was sure she was done with him and let his guard down... beginning to enjoy watching the students learn and grow from the material they were being taught...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany just ignored any and all attempts at flirting with Mr Gant. Eventually he would calm down and so would his guard. Tiffany watched as slowly, week by week his guard started to slowly fade. She was making good grades in his class and honestly could just use her smarts to get her her grades, but she like the challenge of getting her teachers to give her better grades. All of them always fell to her whims so why didn't Mr Gant?

One day she decided to stop by his private office, again she was in a short skirt and low cut top but that seemed to be her attire for most of the time. Every once in awhile did she wear jeans and if she did they always looked like they were painted on her. Standing in the hall with her notebook in her hand she knocked on his door. Tiffany could hear him behind it and she waited patiently for him to open the door to her. She already knew he had no other classes to contend with, this was his down time in a way.

As the door opened she smiled brightly to him, "Professor Gant, I wanted to show you my code. I seem to have run into a snag and was hoping you could point me in the right direction." He stepped back and let her in and she walked over toward his desk to take a seat in the two chairs that faced his desk. Opening her notebook she pulled out some papers and handed him one of them as he took a seat, "Here is what I have so far."

She glanced back at her other papers before her eyes moved up to him. She watched as his eyes moved over the code she had printed out. She laid the notebook on the edge of his desk, "Do you see my problem?" Standing she moved around to him and leaned over pointing at the paper, "Right here I have an issue in this function where it isn't passing what I need back and forth. I have another one I worked on and if I put them together I will get what I need but that shouldn't be the case."

Standing up she leaned over the desk, which of course made her skirt rise up, brushing the edge of her ass. She grabbed another piece of paper still rambling about the code and what she was trying to accomplish. Tiffany intentionally took a bit longer than she needed to to find the code she was referring to. Turning back to him as she started to rock back into place she took note of his eyes, "Here this is the other one. What I need is to combine the two into one function and be able to pull and push the items I need to pass between that one and this function, " pointing to the function on the paper in his hands, "as well as the main program. Any suggestions," she asked leaning her hip against his desk looking at him with a hand slipping to her hip.

 

[Powerdog16]

Doctor Gant felt his guard raise once again. She had cornered him in his office and to be honest... it kind of pissed him off. She didn't need his help. The theory she was working with was a level higher than his course gave. He looked at her and made a shameless gaze up and down her body and quickly broke into 4 different ideas on how to make the function work within the perimeter of the assignment. The suggestions took no more than 5 minute top to take care of and when he was done, he knew that she had already discovered 3 of the 4 ideas before even walking into the office. She was not a stupid girl by any means and those were the most dangerous kinds of women.

He looked down her legs and back up over the curve of her ass, the small of her back and her heaving breasts. He imagined her in the back of a car for some reason, at that exact moment, her laying up gazing at him, her legs spread, him thrusting into her, toying with her body, making her breathless, hearing her plea for release while the driver raced them to their destination. It was such an odd thought, but one that coarsed through his mind so readily...

He snapped out of it and said, "Now... then... I hope your have the direction made clear to you." As he moved his eyes up her body, she caught his eyes and he knew that he had been caught gazing at her. He said, "I take it you did not learn your lesson the first time, did you?" He got up and walked over to his office door, closed the blind to the glass panel of hte door, and locked it.

He turned and looked at her and said, "You don't need any additional tutoring Ms. Reed. You knowledge on this subject far exceeds that of the typical college student that walks through my doors, so tell me... what exactly is the point to your escapades? You can easily earn an A with very little effort... I would even go so far as to say you could quite possibly be able to teach this very course if you so chose."

He walked towards her, circling her and said, "So help on your assignment is not what it." He said, "So tell me... Ms. Reed... what is your motive here today hmmm? Why did you really come here today?"

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany smiled seeing the connection now with what she needed to do in her code and when her eyes moved back to Mr Gant she saw his roaming over her body. She got a slight shiver that ran along her spine, but she didn't think twice about it. Her eyes followed him as she put together her papers and began to stuff them into the notebook.

Tiffany noticed the blinds being pulled, the door being locked and it made a hitch in her heart rate. Her breath picked up a notch as well when Mr Gant began moving toward her. Something about him scared her, yet her family had enough money that she could easily own him if she wanted to. As he circled her she listened to his compliments and that was what she took them as.

Tiffany took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she turned her back toward his desk and leaned against it, crossing her arms over her chest, "I came here to make sure that my code would work. I know I am smarter than just about everyone in the class, but that doesn't mean I don't need a new pair of eyes from time to time to point out something I may have missed. Besides, that is what your job is is it not? If I need help, I come to you and you help. If you don't have time for that I am sure a few phone calls will make sure you have all the time you need."

Tiffany smirked lightly as he stepped closer to her. He must know by now who he was dealing with and how quickly a call from her father would change his whole career. The little incident before Tiffany let pass as someone that didn't know who she was, but now he knew. There was no way he would try anything for fear of her giving him a career change. "Now what will it be? Care to help when I need it or care to be looking for another position elsewhere?"

 

[Powerdog16]

Doc. Gant looked at her and said, "Then I am going to assume that I am mistaken as to your real intention and for that... I am sorry. You have received your help, you can now leave." He turned around and unlocked the door and opened it, looking back at her.

He could see she was hesitant but collected her things and headed to the door. On her way out, he closed it a moment, grabbing her arm, and pulled her towards him, speaking low and menacingly... "I know exactly what kind of woman you are... Ms. Reed. Smart, intelligent... but too stupid to rely on that. Rich, so money is not an issue with you. Powerful family... so you think you can roll over anyone you want because your daddy is knows a few people." He watched her turn her eyes to him and he moved his hand to her neck, clamping down once more... Her books dropped and she went for his hand and he said, "Stop. Put your hands down..." He closed the door once more... and waited for her to comply.

He said, "Think you got it all figured out. Perhaps you do. But I think you are missing something. Something you can't explain and it is this reason you opt to torment men and women with your looks. Too shallow to give a shit about yourself... not really... It is remarkably ... sad." He released her neck and watched her lower back to the flats of her feet. He watched her kneel down and pick up her things, all the while looking at him... with a most unreadable expression on her face.

He gazed at her and felt himself in need of her body... terrible need... but she wasn't ready. When she rose up again to her feet with her books, he stepped in closer to her and said, "If you ever threaten my job again, I promise you I will make it impossible for you to go to school anywhere in this country again. It is amazing what kind of shit I can do to a person who pisses me off... Not get the fuck out of my office and don't come back... till you are ready to really learn what you need to know..."

Slowly, he opened his door and watched her escape out of the office. He took his time in closing the door and by the time he opened the blind, she was gone...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany smirked again at his response, yes he knew. She moved to collect her notebook and headed for the door. She didn't make it far before he grabbed her and pulled her to him. She didn't utter a sound, but inside she gasped and actually felt the length of his body pressed to hers which ignited a flame inside of her.

His words started to piss her off and she turned to look at him. Mr Gant's hand snaked up and wrapped around her neck again. Tiffany dropped her books and her hands began to move up to his. His words made her stop and she hesitated on grabbing his wrist or doing what he said. The longer she hesitated the more she was being pulled up to her tip toes by his hand.

She finally gave in and lowered her hands, listening to him for a moment while her mind ran with ideas of retaliation for this. When Mr Gant released her, she lowered down to grab her notebook and papers that had fallen out. Her eyes never leaving his while her mind ran with different things she could do to him. As she started to rise she noted the hard outline in his pants and it caused a ripple effect in her body, pooling heat between her legs.

Angry with him and the way her body was reacting to him she turned and left his office. She would repay him for this and it would be a war now...she knew it. Quickly moving to her dorm room where she laid out her plan in her head. She snickered to herself even as images of him rising above her plagued her. Tiffany was not going to allow her body to dictate to her what she wanted.

The next day she skipped one of the boring classes she had and moved to his office door. She knew his schedule like the back of her hand by now and was going to use it to her advantage. Slipping inside she moved to his desk and with a grin pulled out a pair of her thongs and opened a side drawer. The big thing about the thongs were they were ripped, like they had been ripped off someone. Smirking again Tiffany closed the drawer and silently left his office.

Later that afternoon Tiffany walked slowly into the classroom and took her seat. She had pieced together the code last night after making her plans to show Mr Gant she was not someone he wanted to fuck with. He just needed to realize, she got what she wanted one way or another. As the class started a few men in suits walked in informing Mr Gant they needed to speak with him about some important matter. His eyes turned to her and she gave him a soft smile and a wink as he was escorted out of the room. She relaxed back, what a few phone calls and ripped thongs could do to a man of his stature.

 

[Powerdog16]

It was late in the afternoon after a meeting with campus security, the dean, and local PD did Doctor Gant finally get his leave to handle his final affairs on the campus. He spotted her as she walked down the hall with a smug arrogant look on her face and he didn't even flinch. Just kept on going, looking somewhat defeated. He knew what she would do... he counted on it... He went back to his office and immediately went to work... packing his belongings into 3 large cardboard boxes. All his awards, he decorations from his time in the military, everything.

About 8PM that evening, he was just finishing up with the last of his things when his office door opened and he knew it was her. He let her take in the site a minute, realizing that her actions had cost him his job. He said, "I hope your happy. You won. I am fired."

He felt her walk a few steps into the room and then towards the desk and around it. She was smug and arrogant for coming in here... typical of a alpha male personality trapped in a damsels body. Thinking she was indestructible. He gave her a slight glance and the smug look on her face said it all. He said, "Here to gloat. You won. Congratulations... I hope you can sleep at night."

He heard her chuckle slightly and he shot a look up at her and said, "You know... what I don't get is this. I know you put the thong in my desk. I know you broke into my office to do it. I know it was you that called the dean with a horror story about what I 'supposedly' did to you. What I don't get is why did you do it? Why did you go to all this length just to hurt me? Was it really worth it? Are you really that cold and heartless?"

She started to walk off and he felt his heart race a moment and stepped into her path, gazing her in the eyes and said, "Answer me... why did you do this to me?"

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany was making her way down the hall when her eyes caught a glance at Mr Gant. She smirked to him, showing him she was not someone to be fucked with. Passing by him she didn’t give him another passing thought. Making her way around the campus she was feeling right good about herself. Another man that finally understood she was not someone to threaten. She got her way in everything! Mr Gant now understood this very clearly.

Tiffany took in a bite to eat and on her way back to her room she saw the light on in Mr Gant’s office. Certainly he wasn’t still here. Maybe he was hanging out in hopes of begging her for his job back. Tiffany smirked again and with a smug grin on her face made her way to his door. She opened it, without knocking, and headed inside, closing it behind her.

Her eyes took in the sight of him moving around, packing his things away. For the most part he was done. Just a few odds and ends still left to grab. His voice rang out, a hint of defeat in it which just made her grin even more. Tiffany walked around the desk and leaned against it watching him for a moment. She couldn’t help but laugh when he mentioned her sleeping at night. She would sleep just fine.

Listening to his words, his questions about why she did this. Did he really expect an answer when he was given one already? He should have known that threatening her like he did was only going to make her push it to the next level. Maybe if he asked her really nicely for his job back she might put a word in and he would keep his career as a teacher here.

She turned from him, obvious that he wasn’t going to ask and she was going to leave it like it was. Mr Gant stepped in her way, gazing at her before asking her why she did it. Tiffany smirked again, “I know I don’t have to answer that, now do I? I told you not to fuck with me, but you just had to. And here I was coming in here to see if you were ready to grovel for your job back.” Tiffany’s confident yet smug looking face leaned closer to him, “You should really start begging, you are a decent teacher you know.”

 

[Powerdog16]

Doctor Gant just stood there and watched her a moment. Let her soak in the 'victory' she had... though it was extremely short-lived. A small smile began to curb up starting at the edges of his mouth up till it was a full blown smile. He said, "Shelley... what do you think? Is that enough to proof for you ma'am?"

From the private bathroom, just out of view, the door opened and a woman in a tan dress and blond hair stepped into view. It was Shelly Peterson, the Dean of the University. A very disappointed and at the same time angry glare burned across her face. Anyone too close to her risked being burned alive and her eyes are piercing Tiffany's. She said, "That is enough for me. I heard all I needed to hear..."

Doctor Gant continued to watch her though he inched his way to the door behind her, locking it to keep Tiffany from running off. Once the door clicked locked, he looked to the Dean and said, "So what do you think, Shelly?"

"I think I have enough not only expel her from this school, but in addition, my recommendations to every other university will make note of this event. No school will touch her. And... should you choose Doctor Gant, you had a crime committed against you and you can file charges of blackmail. How long do you think a prison sentence is for that?"

Doctor Gant watched the stunned student as she never let her eyes drop from the Dean. He worked his way up behind her and moved his face close to Tiffany's ear and said, "This kind of offense, 8 years max, most likely parole out in... oh I don't know... 2 years most likely... Does that sound good with you dad?"

From everywhere and nowhere, Tiffany's father, Walter spoke up from a speakerphone, "I... just can't believe what I heard from you Tiffany. I... Did I raise you to be this way? How many other people have you run over like this? HOW MANY!!!"

The Dean walked to Doctor Gant's office chair and took a seat saying, "I have done some research sir... apparently she has quite a rep for destroying careers with high level phone calls."

"Which were to me. ME!!! How many people's careers have I ended because of a spoilt brat of a girl with a silver spoon shoved up her ass! Dean Peterson, I humbly apologize for any wrong doing that my daughter has done to you and Doctor Gant as well as the campus. I know this won't fix it, but I would like to offer a 5 million dollar donation to your charitable organizations on campus."

"That is most generous sir and at the same time, unnecessary." The Dean said.

"Oh.. it is not my money. It is Tiffany's. I am taking it from her Trust fund." Walter said over the speaker. He then said, "And as far as you go Tiffany, until you can prove to me that you are a decent human being and not some kind of selfish monster... you are cut off from all your financial resources. Neither me or your mother are going to raise a single finger to help you out of this one. Perhaps 2 years in prison will shake you up enough... Doctor Gant, Dean Peterson, I will accept your punishment for my daughter in hopes that she will learn something from it. I... I have to go tell her mother now. Good evening..." There was a click... and daddy was gone.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany watched at a smile began to curve Mr Gant’s lips and she pulled back just in time to hear him call for the dean. Her eyes began to widen at first before they narrowed as they looked at him. He was going to pay with more than his job now, getting the dean involved in this. Tiffany’s eyes moved to the dean as she stepped from the bathroom. She was a beautiful woman, but older and Tiffany didn’t care for older women that wished to challenge her.

Feeling Mr Gant move around her Tiffany flicked her eyes to him as he spoke about prison. He wouldn’t dare, her father would bury his ass and the deans at the same time. She just needed to get out of this office and call him.

Her father’s voice rang through the office and Tiffany’s eyes widened, they involved him. She was furious, furious Mr Gant took it this far, furious that her father was cutting her off and leaving her to fight her way out of this. Her mind spun with ways she could possibly turn this around. Tiffany’s eyes moved to the dean’s before back to Mr Gant’s. Still her father agreed with them, even gave her up to them…how could he?

Tiffany couldn’t say the first thing, her mind numb, her heart racing and yet she still was trying to calculate a way out of this. She was always able to do it before, but that was when her father was totally clueless as to what she was up to. Her eyes flicked to the dean again before centering on Mr Gant’s, he was going to pay for this….somehow, someway she was going to figure out how to make him pay.

 

[Powerdog16]

The Dean looked over at the Doctor and said, "So what do you think? Going to file those charges?"

The Doctor walked in front of her Tiffany and looked at her deeply. No words were spoken for a long time. The Dean actually said, "Gant?"

"I am thinking, Dean. She is a smart woman. She knows her shit when it comes to computers. She is very intelligent. I would hate to see her lose everything because she was under the illusion that she was some kind of powerful person." The Doctor said.

The Dean stood up and walked around the desk and to the two of them. She leaned in and kissed the Doctor on the cheek and said, "Well, honey, her tuition and residence fees are paid in full for the next semester. But with the acts she had done, she does not..." she turned her head to Tiffany and continued, "Deserve to be here or at any other university. Girls like her make me sick!"

The Doctor moved his hand to the back of the Dean's neck. Shelly felt her growing anger ebb away with the soothing touch of his hand. The Doctor never took his eyes off Tiffany and said, "I believe I can teach her what it means to be humble. What it means to work hard for a living. Let me work with her. Okay..."

Shelly turned towards the Doctor and smiled, biting her bottom lip. His hand remained on her neck keeping a subtle sense of control of the entire situation. She said, "Okay. If that is what you want. But if she gets out of line... even on bit... send her to me and I will start the papers on her being expelled."

The Doctor slid his hand from the back of Shelly's neck to the front of it, clamping down a moment and then pulling her to his lips and kissed her. He said, "She will be just fine. You are okay with me training her?"

"Yes... sir..." She whispered...

"Then I will start tomorrow." He kissed Shelly once again and then said, "Now, go about your evening. I will see you tonite..."

The Dean smiled and then looked once more at Tiffany and then turned and walked out of the office...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany’s eyes kept moving back and forth between the dean and Mr Gant. She locked eyes with Mr Gant, almost daring him to do anything to her. The dean’s voice brought her out of the hypnotized feeling she had staring that deeply into his eyes. Tiffany fought not to say anything as the dean talked about how Tiffany acted. The dean was not something special, Tiffany thought.

Her eyes watched as Mr Gant’s hand reached up and gripped the back of the dean’s neck. Tiffany saw the instant change in her demeanor and she huffed inside at the show. Tiffany refused to let any man have control over her like that. She was not a door mat or slave to just do what some man wants of her. Her eyes flicked back to Mr Gant and she could see the challenge in his eyes.

Tiffany watched as the dean turned to look at Mr Gant, Tiffany could see the desire in her eyes and it sickened her. No wonder he could get her there and take his side, he was fucking her, it was quite evident….maybe she could use this to her advantage later. His hand snaked around to the front of her throat and he pulled her to his lips. Something rose in Tiffany, something like jealousy…most certainly couldn’t be. But the longer she watched them the more her eyes narrowed on them.

When the dean left Tiffany glared at Mr Gant, “You know damn well this is not the end of it. You may have that bitch under your finger, but don’t even begin to think you will have me like that. Not unless you wish to lose a few body parts in the process.” Tiffany even stepped closer to him letting her body brush along the length of his, “I will die before I am like her,” nodding her head toward where the dean left.

 

[Powerdog16]

“I will die before I am like her”

Before she could even finish the sentence, he said, "SHUT UP!" He glared at her as he pressed even further into her. He watched her eyes as she seemed taken back by the shock of the yell. It almost felt like the girl had never truly been yelled at before. He took advantage of the silence she gave him when he said, "Let me tell you something little girlie..."

He stopped and faced her eye to eye, "You have nothing now. You are one word from finding yourself in prison now. You have no money, no chaffeur, no credit, no passports... nothing to help you live now... You are about to take a serious course in hard knocks now.... little girl."

He moved slowly around her and continued, "You can think what you like about the Dean right now but I will tell you one thing for certain. If she thought I was wrong, I would be in serious shit. She runs this school with an iron fist... but off duty... she surrenders herself to me. I don't own her... she is not my slave... but she is my submissive and I her dom... but enough about that later."

He stopped and said, "Let's get one thing straight. From now until I say otherwise, you are my private student. I am having you enrolled in one of my apprenticeship positions which will free up at least half your day to spend with me. The Dean is already seeing to it. Your first class starts tomorrow at 6AM till 2PM. You will be in my office 10 minutes ahead of time and be waiting on me when I arrive. Oh... and you will dress formally... no skimpy outfits like this little choice you have on now."

He paused and said, "You fucked with me... and you lost. Get over it. If you want to stand a chance of earning back your dad's respect, your trust fund, your right to attend the school, or just prevent yourself from going to prison, then you had best stick to your new schedule. You see... I have no hesitation what so ever of having you kicked out of school and handed over to the police. But I see potential in you. I have from the beginning and I think I can tap into that potential... but not under the guise of wealth and power."

He walked to the door and opened it, looking at her and saying, "Now ... go home... go to bed... be waiting for me here by 5:50AM." He watched her as she simply turned and left the room...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany was startled by the yell from him. Her eyes widened and she was speechless. No one ever talked to her like that before. Mr Gant took the opportunity to begin to lecture her, but her mind would have none of it. She was determined she was going to win this battle, she just needed proof of their ‘after school activities’ and that would be enough to win her father back.

Tiffany stood and listened to him but her eyes glared at him while he described her day. Sure she would come here and be his private student. It would just give her more time to gather the evidence she needs to bury both of them. By the time she was done with him he will never look at her the same way. Titling her chin up a bit, just to show him she wasn’t afraid of him.

She turned and moved toward the door, so tempted to say what was on her mind but she held it in check. It would not due to argue with him at the moment, not until she had hard evidence that would destroy him and that bitch of a dean. Tiffany walked to her room and stepped inside, moving over to make a few phone calls she had everything set up. She was going to get him on tape; just enough to show that he had the dean under his little finger. Tiffany was almost positive that he was going to try something with her and she would get that as well. She was not going to lose, not to him!

 

[Powerdog16]

At 6AM sharp, Professor Gant walked to his office and smiled when he found her standing there impatiently waiting on him. He gazed down her choice of outfits and gave a nice nod. "Nice outfit, Ms. Reed. Please... come in." He unlocked his office and walked inside.

As he put his brief case down, he turned and walked back to the door, locking it as she came into the room. He said, "I hope you are ready for your first day's lesson."

He walked back over to the briefcase and pulled out large advanced Software Engineering Project Managing reference book. It was a book normally set aside for his students working on their Master's degrees. He turned to her and said, "Chapters 1 through 6 should keep you busy for the next 8 hours." He pushed it into her hands and then walked to his desk and sat down.

He looked up at her, watching her expression of confusion on her face. Clearly this was not what she was expecting. He grinned and said, "Now... get started!" He secretly relished the fact of her jerking at his bark...

She turned to head to the couch to sit down and he said, "Where are you going? I never said you could sit down." He saw her shift back to him. Slowly he moved his finger to point to her... and slowly moved his finger to point to the floor next to him. He said, "Kneel... here... read those chapters... right here... on your knees."

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany got up early and dressed in slacks and a short sleeved button up silk shirt. She also styled her hair up in a bun on her head. Moving to Mr Gant’s office she realized she was early. Standing there she had time to think on the different ways she could make Mr Gant pay for this crap.

He walked up and she smirked at his comment. Stepping inside with him she watched as he moved through the room, locking the door and moving back to his briefcase. He brought her a book, a rather large book, handing it to her and telling her to go through Chapters one through six. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked down at the book and back up to him.

She actually jumped slightly when his voice rang out to her to get started. Tiffany turned to move to the couch. When he told her he didn’t tell her to sit she turned back to him, her eyes questioning him. His finger pointed at her and then at the floor beside him. Her eyes widened, no way he could serious expect her to sit on the floor.

Tiffany was shocked by his next words. He actually wanted her to kneel on the floor beside him. Tiffany took a step toward him, “You must have lost your mind if you think for one instant I am going to kneel down like a dog at your feet.” She let the book fall from her hands, hearing it land hard on the floor, “Call whoever you want, I will not be treated like this….like your bitch!”

She started for the door, she was not going to stay here one more minute, not when he thought she would willingly be his dog. She got as far as her hand on the door knob when she felt him.

 

[Powerdog16]

Doctor Gant was on her like a sack of white flour! He grabbed her wrists, pushed them together, spun her around and pinned her wrists over the door seal. Hidden on the door was a metal ring with two small rope hoops in it. He shoved her wrists into those rope hoops and cinched them tight! The ropes would have been thought to be just decoration to the vanilla but to those who knew... knew where there purpose was.

He felt her start to scream and he clamped his hand on her neck and cut off her air and her scream. He shoved a knee between her legs and caught her leg as she tried to knee him n the groin! He smiled and held her knee in place and said, "Let me explain something to you. Do you know what they do to pretty little things like you in prison? They turn you into fuck toys. They reduce you to nothing but property... trading you around from one fat bitch to another for packs of cigerettes. You spend the day cleaning their toes with your lips and night licking their assholes till they cum on your face... That is the life you are choosing to take by wanting to go out that door! You nearly made a critical yet stupid mistake... Is that the kind of life you want to live? Hmmm... being treated like filth to be kicked around?"

He felt her hesitate and stare at him, gasping for air for which he gave slightly to her. She shook her head in fear... He said, "Then thank me for keeping you from making such a horrible mistake. Do it... or I will gag you, and bind you in a way that you will hate for next 8 hours..."

He kept his body pressed into hers... her hands trapped in the rope hoops which were cinched tight, a hand on her throat, her knee caught in his hand forcing her to stand on one leg on her tip toe. He gazed at her and said, "I am waiting... Don't fuck with me little girl... Thank me for saving you for your own stupidity..."

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany felt his hands on her wrists and before she could even fight him, he pinned her arms over the door seal. She felt something tighten on her wrists, like rope and she opened her mouth to scream out. His hand cut off the scream and her air. Tiffany’s eyes widened slightly as a knee drove between hers. She did the one thing she could think of, she lifted her knee in hopes of making some contact with him. What happened though she hadn’t planned on, he grabbed her knee and held it above the ground, leaving her on one foot and on her toes at that. The only thing holding her up besides his hand around her throat was the binds around her wrists.

Tiffany heard his words but the position they were in was beginning to wear on her self control. She felt her body growing hotter, the ache building between her legs. All it would take would be for him to press closer to her and she would be rubbing herself on him. Tiffany was not normally some slut, in fact she tried to stay clear of actually doing anything, but something about this man made her want him in ways she never felt before. She wasn’t about to let him know that though, he would used it against her.

His explanation of prison rocked her and she started to gasp for the air he was denying her. He released his hold just slightly and she pulled in the air she needed. She shook her head at his previous question. She didn’t want to be kicked around, used like property, which was why she was fighting him so badly. Her eyes widened just a bit, he actually wanted her to thank him, for this?

His body pressed to hers and she fought herself not to arch toward him even more. She was startled at his words but was able to whisper out to him, “That is what you want from me? Property to kick around and make it do what you want? Why should I thank you for that?” Tiffany’s eyes glared at him, which was exactly what he wanted from her, to be his bitch.

His words rang out, "Property? I did not ask for property... I asked for obedience... What I want... is for you to learn your place in this world... your real place... not some prison whore... or a rich bitch... I want to teach you who you really are..." Tiffany looked at him for a moment, “And you think kneeling at your feet like some dog will make me learn my place in this world huh? You are out of your mind!” Tiffany wobbled a bit on her foot, feeling the calf begin to burn as all of her weight was on it. She centered her thoughts on that pain more than the feel of his body pressed to hers.