Chapter 13: Faculty Politics

( c ) 2023 by Skarlette One

The last weeks of the semester are always a crush of obligations. This year, I thought that setting aside my duties as the superheroine Argent would allow more time and energy for the responsibilities of Alexis Ames, PhD. Unfortunately for that plan, the demands of being the private tutor to the Chloros Neraida Sorority, plus servicing the sex-hungry members of Club Absinthe as a Pearl Girl had come to dominate my life.

But one obligation towered above them all: the impending Trustee’s Ball. Dean Dickinson was adamant that I would be attending as his guest. He chuckled to himself whenever he mentioned the “surprise” he had planned for me. I had no doubt it would require me to push my skills as a Pearl Girl to their limits. The Dean never settled for anything but the best.

With so much on my plate, I’d even had to hire a personal shopper to find the perfect dress for the occasion. Crystal Creese had stopped by for fittings and consultations nearly every day. She’d chosen everything from my floor-length, backless emerald-green evening gown with a long slit to show off my legs, to my classic French twist hairstyle, to my 5 inch green heels, all the way to my black wing-style bra and matching black lace panties, garter belt, and hose. She made sure each item perfectly complimented the flawless string of pearls that never left my throat. As each fitting wrapped up, Crystal had been careful to ensure that the clothes for the Ball were always secure before she chose something from the menu of my submissive sexual skills.

It was less than week before the Ball that I miraculously found myself with a few spare moments to grade students’ papers. Crystal had just left to take the gown itself to the seamstress for one final adjustment. I had just sat down at my desk and pulled out a stack of term papers when Treasure Tartarus, the pearl-distributing president of the Chloros Neraida Sorority—and the most irresistibly sexy girl I’d ever met—texted me: Come 2 my hous now I wanna see wut yr wearing 2 trustee ball

Cold fear of disappointing her gripped my belly, but lying to her was unthinkable. I replied: I’d love to, but the dress is still with the seamstress.

Her reply was swift: Wear whatevs u have n get here NOW

What could I do in the face of such an order? I sent my standard reply of YMT for “Yes, Mistress Tartarus.” I donned the lingerie and pulled my long platinum-blond hair into the best approximation of a loose chignon that I could manage. I took an extra few minutes to ensure my makeup was perfect and straightened my single string of glittering pearls, I wouldn’t dare appear before Mistress Tartarus looking anything less than my best. Wrapping myself in a bulky fur coat that Crystal had recommended, I hurried to the Chloros Neriada Sorority.

Mandy showed me in. She was looking stunning in a blue silk cocktail dress that perfectly accentuated her triple-strand pearl necklace. Since Mistress Tartarus was busy at the moment, Mandy took me a sitting room to wait.

I wasn’t alone. The well-appointed room had one other guest: Grant Kerry. He was a fellow professor from the English department whom I had once considered a friend. All that changed when he discovered my life as a Pearl Girl and threatened to expose me to the university. At the time, I didn’t know the extent to which Dean Dickinson enjoyed his pearl-level membership. So I did what I had to do to protect my academic reputation. “What I had to do” meant seducing Grant in my office, video-recording the encounter, and threatening to show it to his wife unless he kept my secret. It worked, but I’d been dodging Grant in the hallways and at meetings for months.

“A-A-Alexis,” he stammered, heaving himself to his feet. He’d put on weight and his stained shirt strained against the buttons.

“Um, hello, Grant,” I said. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

“It’s nothing, really. One of the sorority sisters knows someone who works in real estate. I need to find an apartment.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” I was so glad to be able to talk about anything besides what had happened between us. “I imagine that with both you and your wife being academics, you need more space for all your books.”

He hung his head. “Not exactly. Um, Hipolyta, um, my wife, that is … she, um, she asked me to move out.”

“Grant? You didn’t tell her about us, did you?”

“No! Good God, no! I would never breathe a word of what happened. How I lost control and … and ravished you. I can’t thank you enough for not pressing charges. It’s just … ever since Hipolyta returned from her research trip, I just couldn’t … just couldn’t look her in the eye, couldn’t … couldn’t bear to touch her. She says I pulled away from her. She’s right. I … I’m a monster.”

I stood open-mouthed. I had blatantly seduced Grant so that I could blackmail him and he was talking about “ravishing” me? The poor man had sabotaged his marriage and was destroying his life over misplaced guilt? It was tragic.

My first impulse was to react as Alexis Ames, PhD. Calmly, I’d speak colleague-to-colleague to analyze the situation and show Grant the error of his ways. Perhaps he’d be so grateful for my help that he wouldn’t reveal my secret.

As the superheroine Argent, I wouldn’t have cared about keeping my secret. I would have accepted any cost to protect an innocent man like Grant from harm—social or otherwise. Knowing that revealing myself as a Pearl Girl would lessen the hold Treasure Tartarus had over me would have been reason enough for me to—

A buzz of bliss sparked from my pearl necklace. It set my body aflame with lust and shifted my mind into a thoroughly different gear. Grant had revealed his weakness: his guilt. I could use that to manipulate him. Seducing him and then blackmailing him with the video proved he would submit when faced with the proper leverage. Having him under my thumb could be helpful to my career, or the ambitions of Mistress Tartarus.

I twisted my lips into a pout. “Poor Grantie. That must be such a heavy burden for you to carry. All that guilt. All that shame. All those memories of how you invaded my personal office and took advantage of me.”

“I know, Alexis. I know nothing I can ever say can repair the damage I’ve done, but all I can say is … I’m sorry.” He hung his head, a man defeated.

Now was the moment to strike. “Say it like you mean it! On your knees!”

He looked up, startled. “Huh?”

“If you’re truly sorry, Grantie, you’ll show me—by getting on your fucking knees.”

He scrambled onto the floor. “Yes, Alexis. Of course, Alexis. I’m so sorry, Alexis. So sorry.”

Time to remind him of his position. “That’s Doctor Ames to you, Grantie.”

“Of course, Doctor Ames. I’m so very sorry, Doctor Ames. I’m—”

I slapped him. His blubbering stopped. “I’m sorry comes easily to you, Grantie. How can I believe you?”

“Please, Doctor Ames. I regret every way I’ve hurt you.”

“I don’t think you care about me at all. I think you’re only sad about losing your frigid shrew of a wife.”

“No, Doctor Ames. You’re the one I wronged and I’m so, so very sorry.”

I flung open the fur coat to reveal my sexy lingerie. “Am I beautiful, Grantie?”

He gazed up at me with glassy eyes. “So beautiful, Doctor Ames. You are breathtaking.”

My necklace buzzed. “Am I more beautiful than your dog-faced wife?”

He gasped. “You … um …”

I sashayed a bit closer. Leaning down, I let my breasts hang inches from his face. “Am I more beautiful than Hipolyta, Grantie?”

“Yes,” he whispered, tears welling in his eyes. “You are the east. You are the sun.”

I had him. It was just a matter of cementing his position. “Words are cheap, Grantie. If you want to make me feel better, you’ll need to take some action.”

He gazed up at me, his cheeks glistening with tears. “Anything, Doctor Ames. I’ll do anything you ask.”

I draped myself across the loveseat, legs spread wide. “Here’s my body, Grantie. Put that over-educated tongue to good use and make me feel better.”

“Um … Y-yes, Doctor Ames.”

Grant fell upon my pussy like a man dying of thirst. What he lacked in skill, he made up for with enthusiasm. No wonder his wife dumped him! Like a poor student, he showed only slight improvement with a constant stream of “To the left, Grantie,” and “Faster, Grantie,” and “You’re the worst pussy licker, Grantie! It won’t bite you back.”

To be fair, he may have been somewhat distracted by my foot constantly rubbing his crotch. Several times he shifted positions to pull away from the stimulation, but I didn’t allow him a reprieve. I kept grinding the smooth leather of my shoe and soft flesh of my ankle over his khakis, teasing and stroking the hard cock straining underneath. Before long, he stopped resisting and let me give him a footjob while he licked.

Even slow students can eventually master the material when properly motivated. I could feel my own climax rising within me by the time Grant started grunting. As Mistress Treasure had forbidden me from cumming without her permission, it was time to move onto the next stage.

“You are such a bad boy, Grantie. Just a bad, bad, naughty boy,” I cooed as I pushed my foot hard up against his fly. Grant threw his head back and let out a strangled cry. His cock pulsed against my foot as his hot jizz soaked through his khakis. I enjoyed watching his normally intelligent features melt into pure bliss. With pleasure-rewards like this, there was no chance he’d break free of my control. The buzz that flowed from my necklace was sweeter and sharper than any orgasm I could remember, not that I’d had one in months.

“Look at that mess you’ve made, Grantie. I thought you were going to make me feel better and yet you turned it into a selfish, disgusting excuse to get your own rocks off. Just like a man. You’re not sorry at all.”

“No, Doctor Ames! I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I was … I was overwhelmed by your beauty. By the smell of you. The taste of you.”

Groveling is good for the soul. “I suppose I can’t blame you for being a shameless horndog, Grantie. You are only a man, after all. But if you really want to make it up to me, you’ll clean me up.”

I held out my foot to him, a sheen of his cum clung to the ankle that had pushed him over the edge. Grant fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief.

“No, Grantie. That mess came out of your body. Use your body to clean it up.”

He winced, but stuck out his tongue. Grant proceeded to lick ever drop of his own semen off my ankle, foot, and shoe. Watching him abject himself kept the pearls buzzing blissfully around my neck. I gently teased my own wet pussy, but the pearls felt so much better. They wanted me to consider other ways to humiliate Grant.

That was the moment that the door opened and Mistress Treasure Tartarus walked in.

—To Be Continued…