Daphne Vs. Daddy

Christine Jalili.

I scoot closer to the desk, almost cutting off my airway, just as my dick, which had been softening at the thought of no fun in the immediate future, springs back to life. I am sporting one hell of a tent pole, my 12-inch dick practically ripping a hole through my slacks, and I am now stuck hiding it beneath this desk instead of standing to greet the cause of it as good manners would dictate.

I give her a warm smile, hoping she’ll ignore my bad manners if I turn on the charm high enough. There’s always a chance…

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Christine

“Co…come in!” I hear his deep voice bark through the closed door. I push the door open hesitantly. I swear I can feel my damn knees knocking together. After our little…interlude yesterday, I made sure to sit at the back of the lecture hall today, trying to hide behind the overly tall dude sitting in front of me, and slipping out the door at the end of class without making eye contact. After my wine-fueled pity party last night, I only barely gathered up enough courage to even go to class today.

And what’s that smell? It smells a bit musky.

Like pre-cum?

What is wrong with me? This can’t be about George. But it’s like there are some pheromones in the air and my body has just started reacting to them whether I like it or not.

The thing is, though, this UN Consultancy Program? It’s, like, my dream come true. If I could be accepted into that, I could be fast tracked to a career in the United Nations. Anders – after nuzzling his nipple through his shirt while pretending to be knocked out, I just cannot bring myself to call him Professor Trask – has all these high profile family members and he even worked for the UN before becoming a professor here at NYU. A recommendation from him would literally change my life.

Now I just need to gather up the courage to ask for it.

I slip inside his office and close the door behind me. He’s sitting at his desk, covered in files with what looks like the pre-apps in them. I breathe in deep in ecstasy, carried away for a moment with that scent again. It’s a scent that’s got no real description. Just….him.

My eyes pop open and I give him a bright smile, trying to cover up my nosegasm. He gives a warm, charming smile in return and I feel like my heart is going to have a heartgasm any second now.

“Hey Christine,” he says warmly, “take a seat.” I sit down in the leather chair, sinking into its buttery softness, and then try to figure out what to say and how to say it.

“Sorry about yesterday,” I begin. “I’m not sure what—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he cut me off. “I imagine seeing that…video threw you for a loop. Are you okay?” His worried eyes search my face.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. He was jackass anyway. I just…didn’t expect that, you know?” Before he can respond, I rush on. I have to get this out. “The UN program…have you had a chance to look at the applications? I mean, I know you can’t tell me how others are doing in the process but…this, this is what I’ve wanted my whole life. This is why I’m here at NYU in the Poli-Sci program. I know you used to work for the UN and I want to also, it’s my dream come true and I just need to know if you’ll recommend me for it.”

I sputter to a stop and then shut the hell up because I really have nothing else to add. I know that whole speech made me sound desperate, but I’ll be honest – I feel desperate. This is like someone dangling an Olympic gold in front of a gymnast. This is what I want – more than anything, this is it.

I lick my lips nervously and then cross and recross my legs as I try to find a comfortable place to sit, but it’s like trying to find a comfortable place to sit in an electrical storm. Just being around Anders sets my whole body on fire. My eyes skim up his arms, encased in a silky, button up gray shirt, perfectly offsetting his gorgeous blue-gray eyes and his bulging muscles. What does he do – bench-press houses every morning for fun?

I cross my legs again, feeling my thong getting wetter by the moment. He needs to speak and like, now, or I’m gonna and I’m gonna make an idiot out of myself if I do, I just know it, so he needs to save me from myse—

“We should probably talk about this in-depth later. The criteria is moral fiber, of course, and I’d like to know why you feel you are the best qualified applicant based on that criteria. But, I’ve got some thing to do – what do you think about meeting later this evening?” He checks his watch. “It’s 7:15 now. What about 9:00, at the Dos Caminos?”

“That’d be good!” I say a little too enthusiastically and even as I say it and am cringing from the tone, I just keep going, ‘cause I can’t fucking stop myself. “I’m meeting with some friends right now but after that would be great. We can talk and discuss things then.” I shut my mouth with a snap, forcing myself to shut the fuck up. He is just so damn fuckable, it’s hard to breathe around him, let alone think smart people thoughts.

Uh-oh. Is he going to think we’re going on a date? I probably shouldn’t date my professor, right? I should make it clear that this isn’t a date. Just so we’re clear and professional and shit. I open up my mouth to say something – not sure how I’m going to word it, but something – when he says, “Sounds good. See you there,” and then turns back to his work. At his desk. I’m dismissed.

I stand up on wobbly heels and yank my skirt down, hoping that the wet from my panties hasn’t leaked through to my skirt. That would be so embarrassing. Even more embarrassing than everything else I’ve gone through in the last 24 hours, and that’s really saying something at thi

s point.

Just to be careful, I back towards the door, making sure not to turn around and show him my ass, but he’s not paying any attention to me. He’s bent over the desk, his dark hair falling down into his face as he works, shielding his expression from me.

I slip out of the office door and close it behind me, leaning against it with a sigh.

“Christine,” I mutter out loud, “he doesn’t look at you that way. Get over yourself already.”

Right. Time to go get ready for drinks with the group. A fun night, heading my way.

Starting now.