The Billionaire Student's Secret.

15

“It's what I have to do,” Darin said as she downed a shot of vodka, closing her eyes as the strong liquid travelled down her throat. She was at a bar with one of her frenemies, Ashley. Like Darin, Ashley was an it-girl with fashion designer parents who spoilt her silly. Ashley was also model and had walked the runway for a few successful designers, thanks to her parents' influence.

“But c'mon,” Ashley chuckled, “are you that desperate for good grades?”

“Not really, I just want to prove to people that Darin Koor can get straight As.” Darin lied, not wanting to reveal her real reasons for what she was about to do. Ashley would sympathize with her, but immediately Darin's back was turned, Ashley would spread the news and mock her ceaselessly.

“That doesn't sound like the Darin I know,” Ashley said half-jokingly, “are you sure everything is okay?”

You don't know me, b***h and stop acting like you care, Darin thought angrily but smiled, “Everything's just fine.”

“So when are you planning to get to it?” Ashley took another shot of the expensive imported vodka.

“Today,” Darin took another shot down.

“No wonder you're drinking more than usual.” Ashley asserted, “dutch courage.”

“Yup, wish me luck.”

“I wish you luck, babe. It can't be that bad,” Ashley said by way of consolation.

Darin slapped a few notes on the table and picked up her tote bag, standing to leave, “Thanks for coming to listen to my problems.”

“Any time, that's what friends are for,” Ashley smiled, raising her shot cup in a toast.

Just because you love hearing about me in trouble, Darin added mentally and left. She was a girl with a plan in need of execution.

* * *

Darin placed a hand over her heart which was beating fast with trepidation, and tried to get herself to calm down. If she got nervous and it made her jittery, she could botch her plan.

“Be confident, you're beautiful and sexy,” Darin repeated what had been her mantra for the better part of the day and knocked on a door which had a shingle that announced ' S. C Clarke' and waited to be acknowledged.

“Who is it?” came an irritated voice from within.

“It's Darin Koor,” Darin replied breathlessly.

“Huh?”

“I'm in your classical literature class,” Darin said by way of explanation.

“Oh, come in.”

Darin took time to make sure her professional-looking dress showed off the right amount of cleavage; not too blatant, and not too negligible. When she was done, she gently pushed the door open and walked in with a confidence she did not feel.

The office was filled with bookshelves which had literature texts. Darin recognized a few first editions and decided that Professor Clarke must have spent a lot on them.

Professor Clarke was seated behind an oak desk, reading a book. When he saw her, he dropped the book and frowned, “Who did you say you were and how may I help you?”

Still standing, Darin introduced herself again.

“Oh, I remember you now,” Professor Clarke motioned for her to take a seat opposite him, “what do you want? It's after hours, you know.”

I know, that's why I decided to come now, duh, Darin thought. Demurely, she answered, “I'm sorry, sir, it was quite urgent.”

Professor Clarke was still not happy about it.

“Without wasting much of your time, let me say this,” Darin began, “I didn't do too well in my mid-semesters—”

“If I remember your scores correctly,” Professor Clarke chuckled, “that's an understatement.”

Darin scowled at the man's dig and quickly replaced it with a chuckle of her own, she'd swallow all the insults she could, she was the supplicant after all.

“So, I need to get my grades up,” Darin continued, tucking her hair behind her ear in a gesture she hoped was cute and seductive at the same time, “I was wondering if you could help me.”

Professor Clarke shook his head, “You know I don't do make-up quizzes, and I'm not going to change that rule for you.”

Darin leaned forward, giving Professor Clarke a good view of her beautiful breasts, “Oh, I had something different in mind.”

When she saw Professor Clarke staring at her breasts, Darin did a little victory shimmy in her head. Yes, keep looking.

Professor Clarke cleared his throat, “What are you insinuating? Are you thinking to bribe me?”

“Of course not,” Darin smiled benignly, “think of it as a payment for services rendered.”

Professor Clarke looked alarmed at her boldness, “You think I want your money?”

“No,” Darin replied immediately, “I know you don't want money.”

“What do you think I want?” Professor Clarke asked, once again entranced by Darin's breasts.

Please, don't push me away, Darin desperately prayed as she stood up and walked over to where Professor Clarke sat, putting herself between his legs.

“This,” Darin breathed a moment before she lowered her lips to his.

Professor Clarke seemed uncertain for a moment, before he took control of the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth greedily.

Darin was repulsed at how his tongue swept over her teeth and tried to push her own tongue down her throat.

Before she could process it, she felt one bony hand latch on to her breast and squeeze painfully. Professor Clarke's other hand went to her derriere and groped as hard as he could.

When they came up for air, Darin saw the crazed look of lust in his eyes. Professor Clarke removed his glasses and dropped them on his desk, and zipped open Darin's dress, unhooking her bra and exposing her breasts.

“Pretty,” Professor Clarke commented quietly before he tweaked a n****e hard. Darin screamed in pain but he mistook it for a pant of enjoyment, “You like that, don't you?”

Then, he latched his mouth on one breast, laving, sucking and biting before switching to the next.

Darin closed her eyes and imagined she was f*****g Tom Ellis and soon, she began to moan for real.

Professor Clarke pulled her down to her knees and hurriedly opened his fly, pulling her head in the direction of his crotch.

Eeeewwwwww, Darin thought at seeing the state of his equipment, think of your grades.

Steeling her spine, she opened her lips and took him in, going back to her fantasy.

Professor Clarke positioned her head and pistoned in and out of her mouth, making Darin gag and choke.

Professor Clarke then pulled Darin up and bent her over the desk, pushing her dress up to her hips. Ripping her thong into two, Professor Clarke hastily shoved his d**k into her from behind, thrusting in and out while grabbing her hair. Darin's eyes watered with pain but she held on, consoling herself by praying Professor Clarke wouldn't last long.

Soon, he began to pant and he thrust into her one last time, groaning as he spilled his seed into her.

Darin thanked God she was right and faked a moan, “Professor! Professor!”

When Professor Clarke withdrew from her, Darin turned to him and lied without blinking, “That was the best s*x of my life.”