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Ellen knocked on Miss’ Price’s doors, hesitantly. Why did she call her after classes so urgently? “Come in.” Her hand was steady on the handle, just barely. She walked in slowly. Please, let it not be what she thought this was.
“Hello Ellen. Please, close the door and take a seat.” Her hand pointed to the chair in front of her desk. The neurology lecture hall was empty. It felt weird, unnatural. So many empty seats. Such eerie silence. Only it’s queen still sitting in her desk. Ellen walked the stairs down, her head looking at the floor. She dared not look at her. She already felt like something was stuck in her throat. What if Miss Price’s face would tell her? What if she already looked at her with clear disappointment on her? Ellen’s nails were scratching her own fingers again, without her realising or thinking about it.
“Good afternoon Miss Price.” She took a seat. At least she didn’t get her title wrong the first time. Everyone else working at the Academy always insisted on calling them by their degree. Miss Price said to them the very first day she preferred Miss much more than “Professor”.
“Ellen? Would you look at me please? It’s quite rude to not meet my eyes when talking.” Why did everyone always wanted this? Ellen hated eye contact. Every time, it felt like she had to physically push herself to maintain it. Nonetheless, she always did. Miss Price was looking… how was she even looking right now? She wasn’t smiling, but that was normal. Her face seemed to have the very same expression it almost always did. “Ellen, I’ll just get straight to the point. Both our times are precious after all. You have not passed last week’s exam. Frankly, you weren’t even close.”
No. No. This couldn’t be. Please.
Ellen felt empty. It was over. It was all over. Her entire life. “Ellen?” Gone. She knew what was next. The streets. No more home. “Ellen, are you alright?” She could falsify screenshots of her grades for a while, but mom and dad would find out soon. When they came for their next ‘surprise’ visit to check on her. And the shouting. She could hear it, every word. ‘You’re a disappointment Adam. A failure. We told you what would happen. We told you what would happen if you failed us, again. Enough of this. You’re on your own now, son. After this month we’re no longer sending the money. Maybe that will get to you.’ No more home. No more hrt. No more- “Ellen!”
Her raised voice brought Ellen back. She realised she scratched her fingers to the blood. She didn’t even feel the pain at all, until now. “Jesus Ellen. Hang on, I have a little kit in my drawer I think.” Miss Price pulled out the small, green box and handed it to her. Ellen knew what to do. Wasn’t the first time she needed to.
“Ellen. Should I call the nurse? Or our psychologist? Mr Addams is quite good. I think. I mean, I don’t really know him, or any students that go to him. But it’s not like we’d employ someone bad at his job here.”
“No, thank you. I’ll be fine. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Miss Price.”
“Ellen, it’s ok.” Only now she noticed her face changed. She looked at Ellen like one does at a scared child. Maybe that was the real Ellen. “Look. I know you’ve tried your best. Don’t be too hard on yourself. Trust me, fifth semester really is a killer for many students in this subject. You can come back for second term.” She couldn’t. Three strikes and out, like her dad said. And this was her third failed test. No more second chances.
“Thank you, Miss Price. But I don’t think I will. I’m sorry.” She grabbed her bag and got up. “Thank you for everything you taught me, Miss Price. Goodbye.”
She felt goosebumps on her wrist when Miss Price grabbed it. “Ellen, wait. Listen. Look, I- shit.” She never heard her curse before. “Listen. I think I know what’s happening to you. I mean, I don’t really know details. But I’ve taught here for many, many years. I know that look. It’s uh… It’s sometimes what I’d see on students. And sometimes those students later would-” She bit her lip, as if saying too much. What was going on? She never cared. No one ever cared. What was this about? “Ellen, I’m not good at this. This, helping people thing. But uh, maybe we can do something about it. Maybe you can do something about it.”
“Wh- what do you mean?”
“Well…” Miss Price’s hand loosened it’s grasp on Ellen’s wrist. She started moving it, caressing Ellen’s hand gently. “Ellen, we can forget what happened. I could take your test, change things up on it.”
“You… you’d really do that for me?” she was smiling at Ellen at now. It felt warm, her hand touching was warm. Ellen felt hopeful. Smiled back. Yet something about Miss Price’s smile was off.
“I… ugh. You’re right, I couldn’t.” Oh. Hope left her again. Ellen felt her smile leave her. “I mean, I could. Don’t get me wrong. But I shouldn’t. If someone found out? It’d be over for me. Over.” Wait, did that mean what Ellen though? “My life already is a mess as is. I’m worried about risking anything, especially my job. I feel like… without it, I’d have nothing. And soon I really would have nothing.” She was like her. The ever calm, collected Miss Price. The renowned professor. She understood! But… that really meant she couldn’t help.
“I, I understand. But thank you for offering.”
“I’m so, so sorry. I don’t want to do this to you, I really don’t. I mean, look at you! You’re smart. Yes, you’ve failed the test. But outside of this small mishap, you’ve performed excellently. And from what I hear not just in my classes. How could I ever do this such a brilliant, beautiful young girl? I-” She bit her lip again. This time even harder. “Look, I didn’t say that. Forget it, please. I shouldn’t have.”
Ellen didn’t want to forget. God, she wanted to remember it. Beautiful? This woman right here called her beautiful? And brilliant too? “It’s, it’s alright Miss Price. I don’t mind.”
“God, what is going with me today? Stress must be getting to me, I’m acting all foolish. Please, don’t mention this to anyone Ellen. Please.”
“Oh, of course. This can stay between us Miss Price. No problem.” Beautiful. Brilliant. Girl. No one ever called her that. Ellen could feel her face getting warm.
“Thank you. You’re very kind. Almost as you are pretty. You know… maybe there could be a way? I’m thinking I might know how to do this. On my end I mean. A little swap and no one would notice. Probably. But I’m still scared Ellen. You know how it is.” Oh, Ellen knew. She knew all too well.
“Miss Price. You don’t have to do it of course. I’ll be fine. I’ll manage.” Lie. Her most common lie. “I.. I’d really appreciate it of course. But I’ll understand.”
“Oh, Ellen.” Miss Price now held Ellen’s hands. Her touch felt so nice. Her gaze. “I do want to do it. I’m just scared. Maybe if… Could you do something for me first Ellen?” Yes. Anything.
“Of course Miss Price. I’ll do anything.” Professor’s smile got even wider when she heard that.
“Good Ellen. That’s very good. I promise, I will fix all this. If you listen to me.” The tone of her voice shifted suddenly. “Will you, Ellen?” It did make her a bit nervous. But that’s normal, she was always nervous. This was fine.
Miss Price got up from her chair, and approached Ellen, who was still sitting. “Um, of course Miss Price. Whatever you need.”
Miss Price placed her hand on Ellen’s cheek. “So soft. So smooth.” Her fingers traced over the face. “Ellen. Do you know what I want?”
“I, I don’t-Ah!” Her other hand rushed straight between Ellen’s legs. “Miss Price, what are you- mfg!” She did not wait a second. Her lips threw themselves on Ellen, embracing her mouth. She felt Professor’s tongue push past. Ellen couldn’t stop it. Not as she felt the weight of Miss Price’s body land on her lap. She tried to wrestle her off, to no avail. Her arms were so weak, years into estrogen. She stood no chance. Mercifully, Miss Price’s lips went away for a moment, letting Ellen catch her breath. “Miss Price, please. I don’t wa-”
SLAP
Her cheek wasn’t hit hard, but the shock of it made her head fly far back enough to almost lose balance in the chair. “Shut up Ellen. You said it yourself, you’ll do anything. Then do it.” Miss Price’s voice was cold. Demanding. Hungry. “I know what you are. You are a worthless, stupid girl, who’s only good for one thing. So be useful and stay still.” Worthless. Stupid. Girl.
“B-but you said-” She was cut off again, this time by the hand grabbing her chin from beneath, nails digging into her cheeks.
“Listen to me, you worthless whore. Here’s what’s going to happen. Either you will let me do this, and then I’ll do as I said. I’ll fix your idiocy and that stupid test you failed. Or you’ll resist, maybe even get out. And then what? Tell on me? You think anyone will ever believe you? You? You’re an abomination to most of them Ellen. They’ll throw you into a fire if you even try. Your life will be over. You will never come back, you will drop out, and you will be the failure you always feared. So think through your options. You have 5 seconds. 5.” Ellen could barely think. She felt her body shake in place. This wasn’t happening, this was some nightmare she needed to wake up from.
“4.” Miss Price was lying. She could get out of this. She could run, run away. Fix this. How? How could she ever fix anything alone?
“3.” Ellen felt tears leave her eyes and flow down. “Shhhh.” The hand holding her face let go, fingers wiping them away. “If you agree, this doesn’t have to be all bad, you know. I know the real you Ellen. And I very much like what I see. I might just be your only real friend in this place. Trust me. 2.”
It was said in moments of greatest pressure parts of our real selves were truly revealed. Ellen felt her fears being tested. What did she think was worse to her? Would she know? Would she even pick right? “1.” She made her choice.
“Alright! Alright. I- I agree. Miss Price. Just… please. Don’t be too harsh.” She felt her hands move away, to then be embraced in a hug.
“My sweet Ellen. I would never. Us girls have to stick together, you know.”She kept her words. At first. She gave Ellen’s cheek a tender kiss. When was the last time Ellen ever felt something like this? There was no time to dwell, as those rose smelling hands went on to under Ellen’s shirt buttons. Professor was impatient. Didn’t wait for anything even a moment. Soon her two fingers were pinching Ellen’s nipple. The girl was sensitive with them even before hormones. Now this made her scream, to professor’s great delight. “Oh Ellen. I’ve played with many girls over the year, you know.” Fingers twisting it, in both directions. “Never with one of you though. I’m going to enjoy this so much.” She kept twisting it, as her mouth moved to the other one, sucking the life out of Ellen’s chest. Ellen couldn’t stop herself from trying to pull away from the professor, the sensation too overwhelming. Her legs wiggled, trying to hide the erection that was growing in her very, very rapidly, along the sense of wetness at the end. Alas, it was a futile effort. “What is that poking me? Such a good girl.” Miss Price wanted it. Miss Price would get it. Miss Price was taking off Ellen’s plaid skirt and black stockings.
“W- wait. Can we, can we hold on a second?” All she got in response was a laugh.
“Now Ellen, take your hands and take my pants off. Get to it.” Professor didn’t wait for her response, and started stroking Ellen’s penis. It was already so wet, Ellen felt ashamed. Of her body and how it was reacting. Of how easily she obeyed. Of how good it felt, god. But she had to do as she was told, and promptly undressed professor’s legs. Those beautiful, gorgeous legs. When she got to her panties, she felt her hands touch a very wet spot. “Come on Ellen, don’t be shy. Return the favour. Right in.”
Ellen has never done this before. Her fingers moved awkwardly, nervously, as they entered inside Miss Price. The fact she could barely focus from what Miss Price was doing to her really didn’t help. “For such a slut, you really need practice.” She wanted to protest. She wasn’t a slut. But why did she like this so much then? This was wrong, all wrong. She wanted professor to keep going, faster. She wanted to keep pushing inside her. She wanted to- No. Not this. “Oh, Ellen. I can’t wait to fuck you. That’s gonna be a new one.” No.
“Miss Price, wait. I- jesuus!” Miss Price sped up her hand stroking Ellen, and twisted her nipple again. Both at the same time felt like they might just overwhelm the poor girl.
“Shut up, whore. You’re like a broken record when talking. I much like it when you’re moaning for me. This is happening, you agreed to it already. No backing out now.” Miss Price stopped stroking Ellen, and pulled the girl’s hand away, and to her own lips “Take it. That’s what girls like you taste. Ought to keep you quiet.” Ellen opened her mouth so hesitantly, unprepared for professor shoving the hand right in as soon as she saw the opening. “Keep it there till it’s all clean. And now…” Professor moved up a bit, her pussy hovering above Ellen, ready to feel Ellen inside her. Ellen tried to say something, but with her own hand stuck inside the mouth, she could barely make a sound, then a loud moan as professor lowered herself down. She was quick, needy. In a flash, Ellen’s was in her whole. Both united in flesh & pleasure, even if not in will.
Miss Price barely waited till she started moving up and down, riding the poor girl. “Fuck. This feels even better than I expected.” She pulled the hand out of Ellen’s mouth, just as suddenly as she shoved it in earlier. The girl let out a loud moan in surprise, “You love it, don’t you?” Ellen wanted to deny, wanted to say anything. She dared not provoke the woman riding her so fiercely. “I can’t wait for you to fill me.”
“Professor, no! You can’t, that’s- agh!” Ellen was cut off, this time by the hand on her throat squeezing it. She tried to grab professor’s arm, pull it away. Her two arms were not strong enough for Miss Price’s one. And she had so little breath in her. As the professor, kept moving, up and down, squeezing her penis….
Professor made sure to loosen her grip just a little, every few moments. Let Ellen catch just a bit of breath. Then squeeze back in, not let go. Not let go of her throat, not let go of the flesh between her legs. This was all too much for her. She felt the desperate need for air. She felt her entire body tense, right at the same moments professor did as well. “You feel it Ellen? Come on. Do it. Do it, you slut!” Ellen didn’t have a say. She felt it shoot out of her, right inside the professor. There wasn’t much of it, but dear god, it was more than she ever let out since starting hrt.
Both of them were drenched in sweat, their bodies laying on one another in the chair. Ellen desperately catching breath as soon as professor let go of her throat completely. After a few moments, her mind started realising what really just happened. “Oh god. Oh shit, oh fuck.”
Professor just laughed at her. “That good, huh? Told you you’re made for this.” Ellen didn’t even pay attention to her. If she just came inside the professor, that meant…
“Miss Price, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to- jesus! We should have used a condom.”
“Oh, is this what you’re so worried about? Relax already. I’ll take the pill later. Trust me.” This did little to relax Ellen. “I’ll just buy a whole packet of them, will come in handy next time.”
“Wha- what next time…?”
Miss Price’s hand waved to the wall left of Ellen. “Say ‘hi’ to the camera Ellen! I’m sure you’ll look splendidly.” No… No! All Ellen could do is bawl. “Aww, Ellen.” Professor started patting her head. “Don’t worry about this. This was just a little insurance policy for me. I mean, judging by how well you did, I’m sure I won’t even need this. Still, if you do get any silly ideas in that pretty, empty head of yours? That tape might just find it’s way to your parents. But I know you never would. Now…” Miss Price got off of Ellen, pulling her pants back up, and stretching her legs. “We both need to clean up. I suggest you have something to drink too. Now come on, run along.” Ellen got up and started walking, unsure of what to do. What to ever do again. “Ellen! Pull your clothes back on. Or do you want to see the whole campus watch you now? Oh, and don’t worry. I’ll keep my word. You’ll get a C, maybe C+. You’ve earned that much.”
Professor entered the records hall, it only having the immunobiology doctor. “Hi James. How goes it?”
“Oh, Miss Price! Uh, good. I did that thing you asked me for. It’s all ready.”
“Good, run along then.” Maybe she wouldn’t get him fired. Yet. As he left, she went through her bag. Looking fondly upon the CD with her new home movie. She was going to have fun with that one. Might become one of her favourite ones in the whole collection. Right underneath it was Ellen’s original test, the one that made all this fuss. A+, 98/100. Miss Price thought to herself how that girl really needed some more confidence in herself.