His Student Mistress

Two

ZOEY

“I-I. Professor, I…”

“Oh, you have suddenly lost the ability to speak?” He snapped at her, angrily.

Zoey stood there, looking like a fool.

She shut her eyes, took a couple of deep breaths before opening her eyes. She found Professor Beaumont glaring at her.

“I know what this seems like, but I swear, it is not what you’re thinking.” She explained, calmly.

“Oh, I would love to hear you buttress your point.”

“It was a mistake.”

“Oh, come on! I expected something better than that.”

“I did the assignment, I swear. I can show you the video. I recorded it, edited it and I-I-I…”

“You sent me porn.” He laughed in a scary way. “To do what exactly? To jerk off?”

How was he not seeing that it was a mistake on her part? She didn’t even know that she had the video.

“You know why I hate you young people?”

“I hate you young people because you make it seem as though you’re ambitious and you’re just here, wasting everyone’s time. You could have stayed back in the United States, doing f**k all, but you decided to come all the way to England to waste my time? Must be some silly joke.” He spat out, angrily.

At that point, Zoey did not know what to say that would pacify him. She stood there, on the receiving end of the harsh words he was spewing.

“You know, Zoey. That assignment was the easiest twenty marks you could have gotten during this Master’s program, but you have thrown it out the window.”

Oh, no. There had to be a way out.

“For that act of yours, there will be consequences. If this is how you have decided to behave, I’ll show you that I’m more f****d up than you are.”

“Proffesor, please.” She pleaded.

“For the year and a half you’d spend at this University, I promise to make your life a living hell. Now, get out of my office!” He barked out the last order, startling Zoey.

She scrambled to the door, tears falling down her eyes.

When she got to the door, he cleared his throat.

“Also, good luck fighting for eighty marks this semester.”

As Zoey walked out into the school compounds, tears trickled down her cheeks.

Why did bad things always happen to good people?

During her college years, she’d stayed clean and had nothing to do with any boy. She’d studied hard and got a scholarship for her Master’s. She wanted to make the church proud. She wanted to make her parents proud, but the opposite of that was happening.

In less than twenty-four hours, Zoey had lost a relationship she had spent all of her adult life nurturing. The professor she looked forward to his lectures had told her that he was going to make her life a living hell.

What more was there to be excited for?

The rain began to pour heavily, soaking Zoey.

She went on her knees, stared at the sky and screamed so loudly, she felt just the least bit relieved.

At that moment, she decided that she wasn’t going to be naive Zoey anymore. She was done playing by the books because look where it landed her.

When Zoey got home, she tore out a piece of paper, and wrote.

Un-naiving Zoey 101

I spent the last four years in love with a boy who was looking at my best friend all the while. He said I was boring. He said I was tiring. My best friend called me ‘Naive Zoey’. And yeah, maybe I am naive. Well, it is time to un-naive myself.

1 Go to the club tonight.

2 Get drunk

3 Get high

4 Let four men touch me

5 Above all, lose my virginity!

She folded the paper and kept it in her handbag before getting dressed and hitting the club.

…

Zoey’s head was spinning and she couldn’t get her bearings.

That night, she’d sniffed in so many weird things and she was so stoned, she couldn’t tell left from right.

Still, she danced as five men formed a circle around her, each one trying to have his way.

From the moment they spotted her, they knew she was a novice.

“Hey, hussy, why don’t we take you to some place and show you how good these d***s can get?” One of the five men leaned over and whispered into Zoey’s ears.

“Oh, yes. Take me away.” She told them.

SIMON

The traffic on the highway had been so bad that night, and so, Simon decided to take another route.

Driving through the area 7 local road, he heard a lady laughing, her voice loud. She was obviously stoned. Simon took his attention away from it, but as he drove further, the laughter increased.

Increasing his speed, he pressed the brake as soon as his eyes landed on what was going on.

Five men had drugged a lady and were trying to have their way with her. Two of them already had their pants pulled down and were pumping their d***s with their fists. One of them was kissing her roughly. Another was playing with her breasts while the last was palming her ass and feeling the weight of them. All the while, the woman was laughing.

Simon was enraged.

He picked up his phone and dialed the number of the area police.

While waiting for them, he drove closer to where the young woman was getting violated and honked so loudly, the five men hastily stopped their indulgences.

“Hey, f**k outta here, mate. Can’t you see we were busy?” One of them who was jerking off said and Simon’s irritation only heightened.

“Get away from the woman, now!” He ordered, stepping out of his car.

“Aye man. You’re the police, or something?” One of the other men asked.

“Nah. That’s a Rolls-Royce Phantom. Police money can’t get you that.” Another added and Simon was so done.

He walked to where the young woman was. Her gown was bunched all the way up, and so he pulled it down before walking her to his car. As he opened the front passenger’s door, the police showed up.

“They literally almost raped this young woman. Get them all.” He ordered, before getting into his car and driving home.

…

“Rachel, please prepare some soup for her and ensure she takes a hot shower.” Simon said to his maid as he handed the woman who almost got violated to her and walked to his room.

As soon as he had taken a shower, he came downstairs, making his way to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee because he had assignments to review.

His arm brushed something off the counter and it toppled over the edge of the counter, stuff spilling all over his marble floors.

He stared at it.

It was a bag and it belonged to the visitor.

He bent to pack the stuff back in when he noticed a crumpled piece of paper. Picking it up, he unfolded it and his eyes scrutinized the writings.

Simon read the last word when he heard footsteps approaching.

Staring up, he saw the woman, a towel tied loosely around her. She was still high, but she looked better.

Talking about looks, Simon knew that face.

“Sir, I came here to pick up my bag and make some coffee.” She said, and as soon as those words made their way out of her mouth, he knew who it was.

Zoey Prince.

The only student who had successfully gotten on his nerves and he was determined to teach her a lesson.

Zoey was about bending to join him in packing her stuff when the towel loosened and fell to the ground.

Simon perused Zoey’s naked body, swallowing a lump that formed in his throat.