As finals week approached, I looked with despair at the grades in my classes. There was a normal scattering of good, middling, and fair marks … except for the members of the Chloros Neraida Sorority. Even though none of those beautifully-dressed girls had set foot inside my classroom in weeks, every one of them was getting an “A.” Most of the time I justified the decision to myself by saying that these girls had special learning needs and my private tutoring sessions at their sorority house fulfilled my academic duties to awaken young minds. This was my purpose as Alexis Ames, PhD.

But sometimes I simply had to be honest with myself. I had assigned those grades because the sexiest girl I’d ever met, Treasure Tartarus, had told me to. Simply thinking about the curl of her lip as she instructed me to betray my principles made my pussy wet. I’d tried to stand up to her demands, but each time, I found myself on my knees before her. In all my days as the superheroine Argent, no villain had humbled me as thoroughly as that arrogant, rich, spoiled brat! How could I have fallen so far?

I just couldn’t swallow it any more. This wasn’t like me. It wasn’t … wasn’t right. I knew it would cost me my professorship. My degrees would likely be stripped from me. I’d probably face years of lawsuits from the powerful relatives of the sorority girls. The other heroes of the Libido League would learn of my transgressions and expel me from the team, as well.

To top it all off, Treasure Tartarus would never let me kiss her again. I was ashamed to admit that was the outcome I feared the most.

But I couldn’t live like this any longer. Freshening my makeup, running a brush through my hair, and donning my tweed jacket, I did the only thing I could: I headed to Dean Dickinson’s office.

On the walk over, I composed my arguments in my head. I knew in my gut I wouldn’t mention anything about the gift of pearls that started things off. I just couldn’t. Accepting a gift from a student would tarnish my credibility from the beginning. He might even think I was accusing this string of gorgeous white orbs of warping my mind. Saying something like that would make me sound like a madwoman!

No, I had to stick to the facts, no matter how badly they reflected on me.

I was surprised how quickly I was shown into the dean’s office. Everything was stainless steel and glass, the very picture of future-facing academia. Dean Devon Dickinson himself was slim with a pointed face and small, white mustache. I might have even called him handsome if he weren’t thirty years my senior. “Come in, Doctor Ames. Have a seat. What is on that brilliant mind of yours?”

I smoothed my miniskirt and sat in the straight-backed chair facing the dean’s massive desk. “I need to report a serious academic infraction, Dean Dickinson. Someone has been assigning unearned grades.”

The dean looked shocked. “This is a very serious charge, Doctor Ames. Are you absolutely certain?”

“I have no doubt about it, sir.” I studied the brightly-polished leather of my shoe, unable to meet his gaze. “The compromised professor is … me.”

“You, Alexis? I don’t understand.”

I cleared my throat. “I’ve been … blackmailed into assigning perfect grades to a group of students. Grades they didn’t earn. I know this will end my professional career, but I cannot live this lie any longer.”

“Blackmailing a professor is a serious charge. I’ll need more details.” His look of concern seemed genuine. That only made things harder.

“I, well, um, I have had … inappropriate relationships with a number of students. They know I could lose my job because of it. I’ve been assigning them perfect grades in exchange for their silence about my … transgressions.” My whole face flushed hot. My heart pounded against my ribs.

“This is very disappointing to hear, Alexis. I’ll need the names of the students involved.”

I told him the names of all the other Pearl Girls, except Treasure Tartarus. Somehow, my lips wouldn’t dare drag her name through the mud like this.

Dean Dickinson leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in thought. “I recognize most of those names. They’re all members of the Chloros Neraida Sorority, aren’t they?”

“Yes, they are.”

“The Chloros Neraida Sorority was funded completely by private grants. Many generous donors are connected to the sorority and the companies that fund it, particularly Absinthe Industries.”

My jaw dropped and I glared at the dean. “Donors? I tell you that there is a conspiracy of students seducing your faculty in order to blackmail them and the only thing you’re worried about is how many zeroes they can write on their checks to the endowment?”

“It’s not just about money, Alexis. Absinthe Industries provide a great many perks to this institution. For instance, the board of trustees and senior administrative staff are granted membership in Club Absinthe.”

He turned over his lapel to reveal three large pearls in a silver setting. I gasped as my gaze locked onto them. A buzzing pleasure rushed through my body. “You’re a … pearl-level member … Dean?”

“I am, Alexis. That string of pearls around your pretty throat tells me that you know exactly what that means, don’t you?”

My body shook, at war with itself. My eyes held me rooted to my chair. My brain wanted to flee. “I came here … for help.”

The dean’s calm voice took on a sharpness that made my nipples stiff. “You came here to blather on and on with that pretty mouth of yours. That’s what I want from my faculty. But it’s a terrible waste of the mouth of a Pearl Girl.”

“Please, Devon … Please.”

Walking around his desk, the dean unfastened his belt. “Begging is a good skill to have, Alexis. But you’re begging for the wrong thing.”

He dropped his tweed trousers. His half-erect cock hung inches from my face, bobbing in a nest of white pubic hair. I had come here to end this, but my whole body buzzed with a desperate need to serve. “But … I …”

“Don’t be difficult, Alexis. Your skilled tongue has been the talk of the Club all semester. I’ve actually been a bit envious of the younger lads. If I’m still envious when you leave this office, I’ll testify that you tried to seduce me. You can’t win, Alexis. There’s only one thing you can do. Open wide.”

I knew he was right. I couldn’t win. My face wet with tears of humiliation, I leaned forward. Trembling with reluctance, I opened my mouth and kissed the spongy tip of his dick.

With surprising fierceness for a man of his years, the dean gripped my head with both hands and pulled my head to his crotch. His semi-soft shaft filled my mouth and he groaned. I focused all my attention on sucking his shaft. I put my tongue to work as he fucked my face like some cheap whore.

The strangest thing about the blowjob was that the Dean started a lecture in the middle of it. I was so humiliated and aroused I could barely pay any attention to it, but the buzzing in my pearl necklace made sure I took every word to heart. He talked about how important my discretion was in this matter, how doing anything to reveal the situation could ruin these girls’ lives before they’d gotten a chance to start. He mentioned some other faculty and staff that were pearl-level members of Club Absinthe that I should make a point to seek out. He told me exactly how to twist my fingers in his asshole to stimulate his prostate while massaging his perineum.

At that point, his cock got a bit stiffer and his lecture dissolved into moans. Taking two fistfuls of hair, he held me in place as his cock erupted with semen. The hot, salty spunk filled my mouth and dribbled from my lips. As his shaft went soft, I slurped down every drop, cleaning every inch of him with my tongue. I pulled up his trousers, refastened his belt, and smoothed his tweed jacket.

“You did not disappoint, Doctor Ames. Thank you for bringing this concern to my attention. We’ll need to meet regularly to discuss this matter in depth. Make an appointment with my secretary to come in once a week.”

I hung my head, spotting three drops of cum that were staining my silk blouse. What else could I say? “Thank you for your attention in this matter, Dean Dickinson.”

—To Be Continued…