Jacky just nodded, going back to her work for the next 10 minutes before shutting down, grabbing her bag and heading to Waverly’s office. “You ready to go?”
If you have time to lean, you have time to clean. That had been her family’s motto growing up. So by the time Jacky got to her office, Waverly had reorganized the books on her shelf, alphabetically. She was all too eager, however, to grab her purse with a grin, adding, “My God, yes.” She locked her office door, heading down the hall with Jacky in tow. “You have no idea how badly I need something to drink right now.”
Jacky looked up at the sound of Waverly’s voice, smiling a little. “Well I’m off in ten so… sure.”
“Perfect.” Waverly tapped the door frame once as she ducked back out into the hall, calling after her, “I’ll be in my office! Just come grab me when you’re ready!”
Waverly was full of surprises … and not just the fingers glistening with her juices. Smith scoffed, closed the door, conspicuously locked it, and approached her slowly, an eyebrow risen in wry appreciation for her boldness. Not that she’d get it. Not as she’d asked for. He unhooked the thick, tumescent length of the black nightstick from his waist, smacking it into the open palm of his other hand with every step that brought him nearer the beckoning blonde. “I could watch,” he conceded, a rough-hewn dockyard British accent full of dry amusement. “But I won’t. If this,” he wagged his baton in the air, “is going anywhere near that needy pussy I’ll be the one to put it there.”
He stood over her, shadowing the flushing secretary. The sound of his zipper seemed louder than thunder in the closed confines of the room, nightstick in one hand and his cock whipped out in the other. Side by side they made for an imposing pair, but it was the former he applied gently though with a demanding mien to the inside of either leg, an unspoken command for them to part further. The cap of cool steel mounted on a fiberglass shaft barely touched her knuckles. “It’s either that or I’ll tell the dean what his sweet slut of a secretary was doing during her lunch break. The choice is yours.”
It doesn’t count as sex if you’re just fooling around, Wave. The girl’s heart was pounding at the demand, the brazenness of the head of security. It was, in essence, blackmail, and there was no telling what Mr. Wolfe would do. Waverly needed the money. She needed the freedom of her schedule. And holy fucking shit, she needed Liam to make her scream in whatever way he fancied. That low British gnarl in his tongue, the sound of his zipper sliding down... Waverly’s eager eyes darted to his hands, and she wasn’t sure which girth was more impressive.
It wasn’t a very hard decision, though she was trembling now. There was something terrifying and erotic about Liam’s demands, and her entire body responded to them as though a chill had fought through the room. The sound of the lock on her door echoed a little too late and the girl realized that she was, in essence, now trapped. And she loved it. “Okay...” And the girl sat up more fully, her legs parting with enthusiastic need. She reached out for the stick, to guide it towards her, the last modicum of control she had festering in the demand of her grip on the cool metal. “No sex though. I don’t do that. Just so you know.”
Liam was just coming up to check with the Dean’s signature on the requisition form for some new magnetic card readers for the dorm doors. He hardly expected to hear gasps reaching his ears as he walked down the hall, growing louder with every step. The first thought in his mind was that the dean must be getting some. Good on him. But as he cleared the ajar door frame of the outer office and looked over to the desk, a sight filled his shocked vision that had him sporting a hard-on in his uniform pants almost as big as the nightstick hanging from his belt. The dean’s secretary, who had always struck him as undeniably sexy but too innocent to understand.
Naive she could have been, but there wasn’t a shred of innocence in the young Waverly laid out on her back across her desk, skirt hiked up, fingers fucking herself intensely with the kind fo need he’d never have credited the unassuming Ms. Poe. A sly bedroom smile on his lips and a thumb hooked through the belt of his uniformed pants, drawing even more attention to the erection that bulged down one leg, he broke through the soft chorus of moans and whimpers. “You want to bend your fingers a little more if you’re trying to hit your g-spot. but judging from how wet you are, Ms. Poe, I don’t know that you need it.”
She heard movement outside the door, but couldn’t be fucked to pay attention. However, the words that broke through were enough to shatter Waverly’s ignorance of the current situation, and she inhaled, sharply, her head coming up from the desk to see the intruder. Liam. Safe enough, wasn’t he? As far as Waverly was concerned, she had two choices here. She could flush with shame and tuck her head, hide behind her desk and beg Liam to tell no one about this, or she could own up.
Waverly decided on the latter. Her fingers did freeze inside of her, however, and a smile glossed her lips, cheeks flushing with need. “Close the door,” she demanded, although it sounded more like begging. “You can watch. Sit there...” She nodded towards the chair across from her small desk, lust-slick fingers making her weak and stupid. “But pass me that nightstick, will you? And feel free to pull out your own.”
It was an idiotic thing to do, requesting a sudden breath in the middle of the day, but Waverly was in harsh need of some release. She skittered to her small office, just outside of the Dean’s suite, yanking up her skirt, and splaying over her desk. She didn’t have much in the way of an accessory, so her fingers would have to do, and she hooked them inside of her, moving them ferociously quickly.
It was unfortunate, and unnoticed, however, that in her haste, the door had not closed the entire way, and the sound of her gasps, however quiet, were fully audible from the hall. Her body undulated against her hand as she lost herself briefly to primal need, desperate and so fucking naughty.
“Sorry, office hours are from two to four,” Jacky said, eyes not leaving her computer. “Unless it’s a situation of pass or fail, I simply cannot assist you right now.”
“More like an issue of what are you doing later?” Waverly’s voice, bubbly and yet pleading, sounded through Jacky’s office. “Because I could use a drink. What about you?”
☆*.:｡. ana sighed and pushed the laptop away from her, closing it with a rather loud thud. “ the video is trash. ” the words left her lips in a whine. “ i give up. please save me from my misery. ”
“I’m willing to bet it’s not that bad.” Waverly brushed the girl’s concerns aside with a small smile and a motion inside of her room “Come on. Let’s watch it together, then we can break it apart and analyze it.”
“Oh, yeah, no problem. I can come back later. Or not at all. Just... dropping this off.” Waverly slipped the pages on the professor’s desk, backing up. “New list of students.”
WAVERLY POE is a 23 year old STAFF that works as an SECRETARY TO THE DEAN OF STUDENTS. It has been stated that they are +QUIRKY && +WELL-ORGANIZED, but they can also be -RETICENT && -MASOCHISTIC. SHE happens to be into TEASING && DIRTY TALK, but won’t do SCAT && VORE. It just so happens that they look like ELIZABETH LAIL && are PANSEXUAL!!
Oh, hello everyone. Meet my little street muffin, Waverly. Here are the basics about her. Do with her what you will!
She was born in New Orleans and raised in the Mid-City area. Both of her parents taught at one of the local French immersion schools, being from Lyon themselves, so she and her older brother grew up bilingual.
Waverly loved literature more than anything. She could devour several books a week, She knew that all she wanted was to be a writer.
As such, she was pretty anti-social, spending most of her time reading and writing. She was a bit of an awkward person despite her blossoming good looks, which was a good thing as far as her brother was concerned.
She went to Sunshine University, desperate to get away from home and break out of her shell a little bit. She succeeded, but at that point, Waverly had spent so long not having sex or relationships, that having them could never be as good as the image in her head. She decided that she would wait.
And wait she’s done.
Currently, Waverly is working on her “great American novel.” She still spends every spare moment reading. She also got a job at Sunshine, at least feeling as though she’d broken out of her shell a little bit.
So now, she’s a tease. Which she enjoys. It’s better than having meaningless sex, right?
HMU for connections! I would love all of them. Bring it on! This is just a brief overview before I head out, but... I want everything!
