Chapter 2
Kylie
Having gone through my entire undergrad and now my graduate school at an Ivy League university, I had picked up on a few tricks to make my life easier. Always show up for class early, not to impress the professor so much as to get a good seat. It doesn’t hurt to introduce yourself and keep a running line of conversation with the professor because you’re the only one in the room. I had gotten recommendations and opportunities just because I’d had a semester full of one-line conversations with the professor to add to my stellar grade point average. These professors were often hard to get one on one time with, so half the time, students went through a class without ever having a conversation with them.
When I arrived in my business management class, Professor Grant Evans was standing at the front talking to Professor Benjamin Ross. Professor Evans had only been there a few years, and Professor Ross was brand new this year, but I had taken a class the semester before where he was the Assistant Professor. They were both brilliant in their crafts, and I had specifically requested Professor Evan’s Business Management course this semester because of his fresh way of approaching the subject. The university was world-renowned and very traditional, but that tradition often left the classes dry and slightly behind when it came to real-world implementation. The younger professors always gave a nice, fresh look at the business world. Not to mention that the two of them were incredibly attractive, and it was kind of hot that they seemed to be friends too.
“Miss Cook, you are early as always,” Professor Evans said, smiling. “And looking lovely as always.”
“Thank you, professor.” I blushed.
“Have you met Professor Ross yet? It’s his first-year teaching,” Professor Evans said, nodding toward the tall, muscular, and very hot young guy next to him.
“Yes. I took your Intro to Ethics class last year,” I said, shaking his hand.
“Call me Ben.” He smiled, holding my hand a bit longer than what was considered normal. “Are you enjoying Grant’s class? I hear he can be pretty boring in here.”
“If you think tradition and quality are boring.” Grant scoffed, nudging Ben with his elbow.
“I like this class,” I chuckled. “And I’m not only saying that because I’m currently enrolled.”
“Smart girl,” Grant said, winking at me.
I smiled back at him, keeping eye contact for a few moments before looking away. We were the only three in the classroom, and I could feel the flirtatious tension between us. They were incredibly charismatic, and visions of the two of them naked in my bedroom flew through my mind. I had always wanted to be with more than one man at a time, and though I would never be so bold as to put the moves on either one of them, I couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like.
“Are you coming to the Halloween party tomorrow night?” Ben leaned against the desk and put one hand in his pocket. “Grant and I are going to knock everyone dead with our costumes.”
“We are?” Grant looked up with a raised eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I laughed.
I sat down in the chair, feeling their eyes staring intently in my direction. The heat coming from them was very intense, and I could feel my skin getting hot. I liked how it felt having them looking at me, their eyes moving over my body. It was a serious turn-on thinking about them taking me right there in the classroom or in the back office where so many stories had floated around about students fucking their professors after class. The sound of other students coming into the auditorium tore me from my thoughts, and I bent down and pulled my notebook up onto the desk, getting ready for class.
“I guess I’ll get out of your hair and let you try to do your job.” Ben laughed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Grant said, shaking his head.
As Ben walked past my desk, he ran his fingers over my notebook, looking down and winking at me. I bit my lip, trying to hide a smile but kept my eyes locked with his as he passed slowly by. Holy shit, one of the hot professors totally flirted with me in the middle of the classroom. As the class started and progressed, I found myself staring at Grant’s ass, thinking about having both of them at the same time. I had always been interested in the light BDSM, being dominated by one or more men at the same time, but I had never found anyone interested in doing so. I had dated a little bit in the past but never anything serious, and I could tell these two guys would definitely be good at taking charge and keeping me in my place.
By the time the class was over, I was horny as hell, but I shook it off, knowing I had no one to go home to. I stayed after class for office hours to work on my assignments but mainly to get a better feeling for Mr. Sexy-Professor-Number-Two, who made sure to catch my gaze in-between every conversation he had with a student. I could feel the electricity shoot through me every time he looked at me.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as I packed up my things. “Make sure you say hi.”
“You bet,” I said with a flirtatious smile.
I played it cool like I always did, asserting my independence and self-confidence, at least until I got through the doors and out into the hallway. I didn’t get giddy very often, especially over men, but my heart was racing, and I was definitely freaking out about everything that just happened. One of the biggest reasons I had no long-term relationships in my past was because I always ended up with men who were threatened by my self-confidence and my constant control of everything I did in my life. Maybe that was why I knew I would be a really good submissive. It was a break from my normal personality.
I walked out to the parking lot and jumped in my car, heading to my apartment off campus. Piper was home, and I couldn’t wait to talk to her. Piper was my best friend and the manager of the coffee shop where I worked. She had been really supportive of me when I first moved to Massachusetts from California to start school. We both knew what it was like to have parental influences in our lives who owned businesses. Her parents owned the coffee shop where we worked, and my grandfather owned a very prominent publishing company. My mom was a single mom, my father having disappeared long before I could remember him. We never needed for anything, though, especially since my grandfather was extremely wealthy.
Piper was bold, physically and personality-wise. She was tall and slender with bright blue eyes and gorgeous blond hair. She had gone to an online photography school and was doing pretty well with her photography business. We had met during my orientation when I escaped the tour and grabbed a cup of coffee. She always tried to lead me in the right direction, even when I thought I was being responsible.
“Hey there,” she said when I walked through the front door.
“Hey,” I said happily, walking over and sitting across from her at the dining room table. “There’s a Halloween party tomorrow night at the Outpost. Everyone is going, and I figured since we were both off from work, we could go.”
“For sure,” she said happily. “I was going to talk to you about Halloween plans tonight anyway. I blew off a couple of guys who asked me out to spend it with you.”
“Nice,” I said, grabbing an apple from the bowl in the middle of the table. “Some of the professors are even going to this thing.”
“Oh god, what about creep number one, Dean Morris, and creep number two, Provost Hopkins? I’ve had run-ins with them at the coffee shop, and I now try to stay at least five blocks from them at all times.” Piper wrinkled her nose.
“They are so gross,” I said with a shiver. “They both make me feel very creeped out, but I don’t know about the party. I didn’t really think about asking them.”
“Good thing,” she said rolling her eyes. “I’ve heard rumors that they trick girls into having sex with them for tuition and to get out of trouble.”
“Really? I mean, they are creepy enough, but it’s an Ivy League school. I can’t imagine they would get away with that for very long,” I said. “Besides, most of those rumors are made up by disgruntled students who don’t get their way.”
“Maybe,” she said, shaking her head. “But I’m glad I went to school online and didn’t have to deal with that kind of bullshit. If I wanted to talk to my dean, I had a face chat or sent an email. Not to mention that my dean was a seventy-year-old woman from Idaho.”
“It’s always the ones you wouldn’t expect,” I said, laughing.
“Ew, gross, weirdo,” Piper said, throwing a pen at me.
“You brought it up,” I said laughing. “So, are we going to go to this party?”
“Duh.” Piper smiled. “It’s the hottest party in the city. We are definitely going.”
“Yes,” I said excitedly, jumping up. “I’m going to go research some costumes.”
“You mean you don’t want to go as a slutty nurse like the rest of the campus?”
“I was thinking maybe a slutty piece of fruit,” I joked.
“You know me, I’m sticking with the same costume I’ve worn every year for the last five years,” she said.
“Slutty cat?”
“I like to think of it more as a mature, sensual cat,” she said.
“I’m not even sure what that means,” I replied, shaking my head.
“Me either, but it gets me laid every year, so I’m not messing with what works,” she yelled behind me.
Laughing, I went into my room and shut the door. I put my things down on the bed and started going through my closet, realizing it was the day before the party, so finding a costume in town would be impossible unless I wanted to be a hot dog or a nun. Instead, I was going to have to get creative and use what I had to make myself a costume. I pulled out my craft box and looked at the different ribbons and trinkets I had inside. I pulled out a bag of black feathers, some wire, a glue gun, and went to work, determined to make one hell of a costume.
If Grant and Ben were going to be there, I wanted to look completely different than I did when I went to class. I never slummed it to class like some of my classmates, but I definitely kept myself conservative, something that was demanded from the university. We had to put ourselves out there like Ivy League students, not drunken college students stumbling into the class after an all-night binger. This, however, was not a school event, and I wanted to completely knock those two boys right off their feet. I didn’t know what I was going to do them once I caught them, but the chase was part of the excitement. It was then, I could show them how submissive I could really be, at least in my mind.