Six minutes before the end of class, a man I’d never seen before slipped into the back of my lecture hall. He was tall and cut a dashing figure in his well-tailored suit, but he certainly didn’t belong in my lecture on early modern literature. The way he stared at me made it clear he was hungry for something other than knowledge. As the superheroine Argent, I never backed down from the strongest villains and as Alexis Ames, PhD, I never backed down from an academic dispute. No asshole, no matter how rich, was going to disrupt my class.

I closed my lecture notes. “I think you’ve heard enough about Marlowe today, my friends. Class dismissed. Use your extra five minutes to do something, anything, that doesn’t involve a computer screen.”

I kept a close eye on the stranger in the suit as the students gathered their things. Despite the class being almost entirely shapely coeds who had lately started dressing their best, his eyes never left me. Mandy, the last student to leave, closed the door behind her.

Without the watching eyes of my students, I didn’t need to be nice, merely civil. “You have no place in my classroom. Do I need to have security escort your off campus?”

His smirk was annoyingly sexy. “Not the kind of escort I’m looking for, professor. I gotta say, when I heard that the Club had bagged a PhD, I thought that standards were slipping. I expected some broad who could only be described as ‘dowdy’. But, no, you’re a knockout.”

I hated how the compliment stirred butterflies in my belly. I laid my hand across the heavy string of pearls around my throat. “Yes, well, a gift of some jewelry started the whole thing. The piece was so lovely that new clothes were needed to match. The hairstyle was merely the—” What on Earth was I saying? “Never mind that. You don’t belong here. Leave now, before I throw you out myself!”

He chuckled, close enough now that I could smell his aftershave. “So feisty for a Pearl Girl. I think it’s time you learned your place, professor.”

He flipped over the right lapel of his suit jacket. Underneath was a stick pin that held three large pearls in a silver setting. Their scintillating, luminous surface filled my vision. There was nothing but that opalescent sheen and the buzz it created inside of me. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t close my eyes. Those pearls were swallowing me whole.

I needed to get out of here now. I stumbled away from him, my gaze still locked on those pearls. “H-help. Someone help … me.”

He followed with confident steps. “None of that, Professor Pearl Girl. Sit quietly and keep your voice down.”

The buzzing sensation spread through my legs, they buckled beneath me. I landed squarely on a student’s desk, demurely seated with hands hanging limp at my sides. “Wh-what are you doing?” My would-be outraged voice came out in a breathy whisper.

“Membership has its privileges, professor. Looks like the Club has some new perks for us Pearl-level members.” His warm hand stroked my cheek. I couldn’t seem to flinch away. “You have the exact stuck-up, know-it-all attitude of those professors who made me feel like an asshole before I dropped out and got rich. It’s going to feel so good to fuck over a bitch like you.”

“You won’t get away with this,” I whispered as his hand caressed down my neck. “I will stop you.”

“Stop me? Bitch, I’m just getting started!” With sudden fierceness, he grabbed a fistful of my hair. I love having my hair pulled; it was all I could do to keep from moaning. He pulled me to the front of the room and forced my back against the whiteboard. Despite my superhuman strength, I couldn’t muster the will to resist him.

I was panting as he gazed down at me, one hand wrapped around my throat. His voice was deep and undeniably sexy. “You don’t remember this, but you’re a Pearl Girl now, professor. Pearl Girls do what Club members tell them to do. So tell me, Professor Pearl Girl, have you ever had sex in your classroom before?”

The last thing I wanted to do was confess my sexual secrets to this selfish man. “Yes. Twice. With my girlfriend,” I whispered, a blush warming my cheeks.

“A rug-muncher, huh? Not today.” He reached a hand under my skirt. With strong fingers, he rubbed my lacy panties against my dripping pussy lips. “You like that, don’t you, professor?”

I wanted to deny the passion rising within me. “I don’t … don’t want to like it. I’m trying not to like it. But it feels … ooooh … it feels so good.”

“Look at you: the know-it-all scholar, trying to make detailed distinctions between what you want and what you feel. Ha! You’re not going to think your way out of this one, Professor Pearl Girl. In fact, when you start sucking my cock, your brain will stop thinking anything at all. Ain’t that right?”

The buzz filling my body spiked for a split second and I knew his words were true. “Yes…. Oh, god…. Whatever power you have over me is stronger than my mind. Drawing your cock into my mouth will be more than my brain can take. I won’t be able to think any more. I can’t … ooohh … can’t let it get that far. I-I won’t … suck your cock.”

His fingers slipped inside me and I gasped. The jolt of pleasure surged through me, paralyzing my mind for a moment. “That’s a good plan, Professor Pearl Girl. So fucking clever. Except for one thing: You can’t cum without my cock in your mouth.”

I groaned in frustration, ashamed for this invader to see how weak and needy he had made me. “Can’t … cum?”

“That’s right. Now let’s put your hands to work.” He slid my skirt up, grabbed my right hand and thrust it between my thighs. Without a thought, my fingers started rubbing my clit. Then he grabbed my left hand and pushed it under the neckline of my dress. I couldn’t stop myself from pinching my stiff nipples. “On your knees, Professor.”

Instantly, I knelt before this nameless stranger, teasing my body with my own hands. “Why can’t I … ooohh … why can’t I stop?”

He opened his fly and his half-erect cock flopped out. My mouth started to water.

“You can stop whenever you want, Professor Pearl Girl. Just open wide, swallow my shaft, and you can stop thinking. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

I couldn’t take my eyes off the bobbing shaft mere inches from my face. My body burned fever-hot, overflowing with lust and desperate for release. I couldn’t just voluntarily give up my mind, but I couldn’t go another minute without cumming. My jaw hung open, moaning with every breath. “I … oooh …. can’t … oooh … I … oooh … must … oooh … I … I …”

“Idiot professors take forever to make up their minds!” He grabbed my hair with both fists and shoved his thick, delicious cock into my waiting mouth. My body exploded in climax, trembling and shaking as I screamed around his cock.

I didn’t think anything else for a long, long time.

—To Be Continued…