MY PROFESSOR

                                            MY PROFESSOR 

  His breath was hot against my neck as his soft finger tips run down the sides of my body in small fluttery motions, leaving a ripple of pleasure in their wake. Small gasps of pleasure spill out of my lips. I squeeze my legs tightly together, trying to relieve some of the built up tension. Only as his fingers dip lower, did a shrill ring out, signifying the end of class.       

    I had that dream again. Maybe because I had seen him twice this week by accident and three times more on purpose. A sigh of longing escapes my lips, I would do anything to make that dream come true. Anything.

 “Are you here to see the guardian and counsellor again?” Milo asked with a laugh, he isn’t disbelieving and incredulous anymore—unlike the first times I visited, once every semester turned into once a month—I think I broke him. 

“Go right in.” He nods at the door I have opened more times than anybody at this school this year. The first time I came here, I admit I was a bit nervous, my high school guidance and counsellor was a really scary man, he didn’t guide or counsel anybody. But the one here was positively different.

 “Hey, Anne.” I greet as I throw myself on my favourite sofa in her office.

She sighed deeply.

 “At this point, I think we should start living together.”

“I know right, Milo would make a fantastic third roommate.” At the same time the door swung open, Milo walked in with a tray of cookies and milk, because Anne is everyone’s mom and no matter what, cookies and milk have to be provided to guests here, even ones as frequent as I am.

 “I honestly don’t know why you still call her in. She still won’t get her grades up.” Milo says as he drops the tray in front of me.

 I shrug not very bothered like Anne is about my education, clearly.

“Do I have any other person to see today?” Anne asked her secretary.

 Oh no. No. I know what she wants to do, she wants to take what she calls a soul walk. It means walking with her whilst baring my soul for her to see.

Milo gives me a smirk. We all know what that means, and they know how much I hate it. 

 “No, she’s your biggest headache, I always make sure she is the last to see you.”

 Thanks a lot Milo.

“Unfortunately, my grandma is coming to town later today, I have to go pick her up.” I lie quickly.

Milo scoffed before walking out of the door.

“Perfect, I didn’t bring my car today, my daughter is using it, so you can drive me home. Then go pick up your grandma.” If she knows I lied about that, she doesn’t show it, she is just her usual positive self.

 “As long as you don’t complain about my driving.” I tell her as I finish the rest of the cookies. She pressed her lips into a flat line, she hates, no loathes my driving, and it gives me a small comfort to know that the two of us will be uncomfortable during our ride.

 When we get into my car, the pop song I was listening to before class starts blaring through the speakers. Anne jumps and clutches her heart. If it were any other person, I would have laughed, but it’s Anne so I reduce the volume and apologize.

 “Roxanne, this is your third year in college. I have never seen someone fail consecutively like this. An elective at that. The fact that I have been seeing you since you started failing this elective two years ago and I still have no idea why you are failing this makes me think maybe you are failing this intentionally.” She starts in that her ever caring motherly voice that uses. She used my full name too, she was dead serious.

 I try to keep my expression flat and uncaring, because she had gotten too close to the truth.

 I can feel her eyes on my face, searching it for something. For the truth I guess, but what can I do? I am a professional at lying.

 “Honey, I have known you for three years. And I can say you are more intelligent than you let on. You can do better but you have taken it upon yourself to do worse.” She licked her lips. As if worried that whatever she was going to say would set me off.

 “Is this about your parents?” she asked in a quiet but firm voice.

I spare her a glance, i would look at her to see her expression but I know from experience that she wants me to keep my eyes firmly on the road.

 “Oh Anne..” I murmur. She was going about this the wrong way. But better that one than any other one right?

 “It makes sense, your father is an assembly man, who wants to run for president, I assume he has always pursued his political career all his life, and never gave you any attention, if.. if this is how you are looking to get his attention, Roxy, you are doing it wrong. This is your future we are talking about.” She laid a gentle hand on my lap.

 I almost laugh out loud. Like hell I would do stuff like that for my parents. None of them deserve my attention.

 “You are a smart, beautiful young woman with her life ahead of her, do not let that go to waste.” She says sternly as I slow down on her curb.

 She waits a beat for me to say something, and when I don’t, she opens her door. Just as she gets out,

 “See you in school on Monday.”

“See you.” I say as I drive to the end of her block so I can reverse out. As I’m driving out, Anne is still outside, looking out for me. I shoot a hand out of my window and wave.

  Then I drive down the familiar route. All the nerves in my body relaxes as I drive, my body knows where I am going. Obviously it is happy, who wouldn’t? I park two blocks away from my work place, like I always do, my car was distinctive, my name was the plate number. If anyone saw my car in the parking lot of a nude art house, news travel fast and my parents work faster. I would be out of California before I knew it.

 The name plate on my door read  RR. Short for Rated R. Every model here goes under a pseudonym.

 “Double R, Your client is waiting for you.” A robotic voice says as I enter my room. My body thrums with excitement, every nerve ending in my body was sparking with anticipation.

 I strip out of my clothes and into the hot red lingerie that i spent three hours picking out, I pile my hair on top of my head and secure it tightly so it doesn't slide out of the black blunt cut wig I use as my elaborate disguise.  Slipping on a red mask that matched the lacy lingerie because, i can’t exactly let my professor, whom I keep repeating his class know that he draws me in the nude for fun now, can I?