Fuck.

This is the only thing that crosses my mind, as I pace nervously around the small corridor, located nearby the place where I am supposed to go. I can't ignore the true, persistent feeling of fear, that creeps down my body. This was big. This was definitely crucial.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and lean against the wall for a couple of brief moments. I can't believe, that I have to do this...

If there is one thing, that you should definitely know about me, Is the fact that I never back out. I always want to win, the need to prove myself in front of the others has always been there. Sure - sometimes it results in me doing something incredibly stupid, but for me the more important fact was that I never gave up, never refused. And this time, it wasn't any different - I made a bet with a "colleague" from my university class... but I lost it.

Now, the important thing here is this: that guy... hates my guts. One time he accused me of something, that I definitely did not do, and ever since... well, let's just say that he hasn't been too friendly with me. So, when it turned out that he came victorious in our little bet, his devilish smile was a clear indication, that my future wasn't painted in good colors.

And then, he dropped the bomb.

That motherfucker. He knew me, he knew that I won't back out and he used this against me. I was ready and willing to do anything he wanted me to: eat something disgusting, or run naked around the campus, but this... this was wrong. This was against the law, this could get me expelled, or end me in prison.

But... I never back out. At least not when a self-centered asshole like me dear "friend" looks for a opportunity to humiliate me.

And that's what brought me to this place, that was located couple meters away from the office the assistant of our economy professor, where I was about to face... something. Whatever it was, it definitely did not look good. After a couple of nervous seconds, I gathered as much of the courage that I could muster and knock on the door.

"Come in!" comes a honeysweet voice, a second later. Unable to stop the shaking of my hands, I press on the doorknob and enter the office.

"Miss Norton... Can I talk with you about something?" I ask, my tone quiet and composed... at least so far.

"Sure! Please, sit." She responds, gesturing to a nice and comfy chair, that was In front of her desk. "Give me a minute, I need to respond to this e-mail, and then I'll be all yours." She adds, giving me a sweet smile, that only made the situation worse, before turning her attention towards her computer screen.

I sit in the indicated chair, shyly while looking at her and taking in every detail of her face and body. God, she's so hot. I admit, while looking at her with my mouth slightly agape. She worked here for five months now, and since the first day, she became a sensation. Guys were falling for her on the first sight, while girls always send her murderous looks filled with pure hatred and jealousy.

She was the definition of perfection, a object of desire by many. Everywhere she appeared, she gained everyone's attention almost immediately. Some were content with admiring her from a distance, while others, more brave ones pushed forward, only to be politely but firmly rejected. But that only added fuel to the fire, as many of the students fantasized about having her.

Everything about her was perfect. Her slim, toned and fit body that was always dressed in clothes that perfectly accented every curve and every camber, making people wonder how good she looks without it. Those piercing blue eyes that always felt like they were drilling inside you, to know your deepest needs and desires. Those full, always colored in red lips that drove the guys mad as they imagined devouring them hungrily in deep, passionate kisses...

"And... done!" she says cheerfully, bursting me out of my thoughts as she pressed the "Enter" button on her keyboard and turned her head towards me, that sweet smile not leaving her face. "So... Philip. What can I do for you?" she asks, tilting her head a little to the right and looking at me curiously.

I look at her, feeling the pounding in my chest increasing drastically. Come on dude... seven words, one question. And then you'll be done. I think, taking a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

"Miss Norton, will you suck my cock?"

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