To make some extra cash while in grad school, I applied to be a TA for an ECON 101 class. Before the Christmas break, I wrapped up the interview for the job with Professor Mrs. Sugar & Spice: a sweet lady in her mid 50s, well respected in her field. I  had a good feeling about it and got an email congratulating me that I’d been accepted along with the class syllabus and a schedule of TA office hours I was expected to help out with. Merry Christmas to me I thought!

Fast forward to a few days before the new year, I got an update from a faculty email address, that Professor Sugar and Spice was no longer teaching this class due to some unplanned medical leave. I was bummed because I was excited to work with her and hopefully gain a mentor. The email listed, a newly hired Adjunct Professor from the School of Business will be stepping in - Mr.DaddyLongLegs. A quick faculty website search yielded zero results for him, and without a first name I couldn’t do much snooping. I was in a foul-ish mood, Economists hate Business school profs, especially if they are in finance. The surname DaddyLongLegs already sounded like he was in finance. Ugh.

I get an email from him the day after, introducing himself politely as Adam DaddyLongLegs, and asking if we could meet at his office on the first day of school. Thankfully the first ECON 101 class wasn’t scheduled until later in the week so it gave both of us some time to get prepared. Between the craziness of entering my second semester of grad school and holiday family drama, I didn’t have time to stalk Mr. DaddyLongLegs on LinkedIn before my own classes.

I had a packed schedule in school on the first day, so I dressed for comfort and to brace for the city’s winter. I was sporting some tight jeans, a cute sweater, a huge red scarf around my neck and a thick wool coat to keep me warm. I slipped into some knee high boots though, thought maybe I should look a bit sophisticated for when I meet my new boss. First impressions and all.

I walked into his office after lunch, rushing there after my own seminar had run a bit long. His door was closed, and I knocked twice before entering. He was typing away rapidly on his computer and said one moment, “please take a seat. I’m just sending one last email”.  I took that time to check him out, he was maybe 35 at most. Brown hair, styled with gel and clean shaven. Thin lips. Broad shoulders and muscles filling out the light blue shirt he was wearing, top button undone. Long fingers, no wedding ring. He smelled good, kind of citrusy and smokey. His suit was hung behind him on a coat rack along with a sweater vest, screaming “Finance Bro”. I fucking knew it! Ugh.

He finishes typing, and mouths sorry and gets up, extending his hand to me, saying “Hi I’m Adam, nice to meet you Ms Grad Student”. I shake it politely and say nice to meet you too, Mr.DaddyLongLegs. He’s tall, I observe, and I look like a child next to him. After the initial pleasantries, we get right into it talking about the syllabus and what he’s looking for from me this term. He fesses up this is first time teaching this class, and its his first term as an Adjunct Professor. He’s open to suggestions to improve things as we go. Syllabus is pretty cookie cutter since it’s a first year class, and he’s not made any major edits to it. He’s added in a few “networking sessions” where he’d be bringing in some of his buddies from the industry to speak to the students right around midterms. I ask him about this and he says gotta give them something to aspire to before exam season. I think what a jack ass, but don’t say it out loud. He gives me a few tasks to get the class website up and running and says let’s setup a recurring zoom meeting once every two weeks to check in. He mentions that I don’t need to always sit in on every class, but if I’m available for the first day it’s a good idea to drop by so the students can get to know me on the first day and I can give them an intro about TA hours etc.

He then asks me about me, I keep it brief and tell him I’m from the east coast, worked in abc industry before coming back to grad school and plan to stay in school to do a PhD in Economics. He nods and says that’s very cool and asks more about my research. He sounds genuinely interested. We wrap up with some pleasantries again, and a solid game plan for the first class on Thursday.

Life was fast catching up to me, I was drowning in my own homework by Wednesday morning. Second semester of grad school was tough, but I was enjoying it. To get me through my first hump day of the year, my good friend Queenie was in town visiting. She texts me once she gets in that afternoon and says we must hit up LiveMusic - a new cocktail bar that’s opened up a few blocks from my place. I think to myself, I should keep it pretty low key because I have the 9am class with Mr DaddyLongLegs… But say fuck it coz I need a mid-week pick me up, and text Queenie back that I’m in! We pre with some red wine I have at home and some pizza from my favourite place in the city. She’s eagerly catching me up about her new flavour of the week - Steve. A bartender from Nashville who’s just moved here, and seems to be pulling off a mullet and a porn stache quite well. Two very hard things to do. Good for him. They’d just matched on a dating app a few hours ago, but sounds like he’d be at the LiveMusic bar. I give her an all too knowing look but she’s like “when in X City you must indulge!”. We clink our glasses to that.

She pokes me about my dating life and I tell her I have nothing fun to report on. And she boos and says I should check out the apps… I say “over my dead body”, and turn around to rummage through my closet to find something to wear. While I’m changing out of my sweats, I catch her up about school, my TA job and how I missed out on an amazing mentor to only be stuck with a finance bro. She’s causally scrolling on her phone and asks me if I had googled him. And I answer truthfully and say “I actually haven’t had time!”. She pulls up his LinkedIn profile and shows me. It’s not bad, he played D1 volleyball in college, was valedictorian and went straight into finance. Just like every other finance bro. But what catches my eye is that he too studied economics and co-authored a paper that got published in a reputable journal, in his undergrad years, which I must admit is impressive. Queenie is snooping on him online and shows me various pictures of him from undergrad and then some more recent ones from his firm's website She comments that he’s hot and is giving "Daddy". I shut her down before she spirals on and plans our wedding. While I’m changing in the bathroom, she shouts, our first kid should be named Nate, and that our second kid, a girl should be called Bella.

I chuckle to myself at Queenie, and check myself out in the mirror, I look cute. I chose an all black outfit, black leather pants and black corset top. My ass and tits in this outfit are definitely taking me up a notch from my usual petite and cute look to dare I say a bit mysterious and sexy! I’m a petite woman at 4’11, but blessed with some great assets, that in the right outfit can take me from cute-shy girl to girl next door sexy.

We finally make our way to the bar, and Queenie finds us a spot at the bar and gets chatting with porn stache Steve who is working tonight. He gives us free shots on the house and my wallet is very happy! We’re having a good time chatting with Steve, he’s clearly into Queenie and trying to see if she’d go home with him. He seems like a Souther gentleman, so I think he might actually get lucly.

I look around scanning the bar. It’s busy tonight, buzzing with college-ish crowd, some corporate guys as usual and the bands who will be performing tonight.
Steve gets pulled into cater to a loud group of rowdy men at the other end of the bar, and my eyes drifts towards them. It’s a bunch of wanna-be Brads, Chads and Thads dressed in their PataGucci attire. Finance bros are a staple here so no matter what bar you go to you will always see them. I roll my eyes at them. But next to them I see a familiar outline of brown hair, and long broad shoulders.
I’m pretty sure that’s DaddyLongLegs sipping a beer next to a BigMuscleMan with long blonde hair. They’re both dressed in their suits and seem to be in a serious discussion about something. DaddyLongLegs has his back turned to me so I can’t quite confirm nor deny that it is him. I poke Queenie and say I think that’s Mr.DaddyLongLegs. Her ears perk up and she looks around to see. She’s just as unsure as me. Right around this time, BigMuscleMan catches our eyes and stares at us and then goes back to talking. Few mins later, I lock eyes with him again and he smiles at me. I immediately look down at my drink shyly. The next half hour goes by with Queenie and I downing shots with pornstache Steve and shooting the shit. We’re having fun. The live music is not so bad either.

It’s like 11pm now, and the bar stools around us are becoming empty as responsible people decide to call it an early night on a week day. I’m sipping on some concoction pornstar Steve has made for us, and it’s actually quite good. He’s telling us what he put in it and Queenie is eagerly listening. I grin to myself that means she’s prob going home with him. As Steve goes on about how the “agave nectar mixed in with some cardamom adds a hint of spice and sweetness”, l and can’t help but stifle a yawn, so I turn my body sideways to avoid being impolite and hope it goes unnoticed. At around the same time, I see the BigMuscleMan pull up to the bar stool next to me. He looks at me and goes “past your bedtime sweet heart?”.

I open my mouth to say something, but he’s looking up at me and motions for his partner to come and sit next to him. I follow his gaze and look up to find Mr.DaddyLongLegs, walking towards us with two IPAS in his hands. There’s an initial look of surprise in his eyes, replaced with a polite smile on his lips when he reaches us. He hands the IPA to his friend and says “hey Ms.GradStudent didn’t expect to find you here out so late”. I smile and say “I can say the same about you Mr.DaddyLongLegs.” BigMuscle Man, looks confused, and DaddyLongLegs fills him in that I’m his TA. That has him chuckling into his beer. Queenie looks at me knowingly and ask our who my new friends are, and I do a round of intros.

Queenie tells DaddyLongLegs that I’m the smartest and hardworking TA he’ll ever have and that he should give me a raise. This gets BigMuscleMan interested too. They’re now both looking at me, BigMuscleMan is definitely checking me out, but when I lock eyes with DaddyLongLegs I catch his eyes lazily skimming over my body and lingering on my tits. We lock eyes and he turns them to Queenie and says “Is that so, tell me more”. Queenie starts going on and on about how I was the “smartest cookie in our small town highschool winning the state championship in..". I immediately put a stop to this, because I’ve heard this pitch of hers before. So I push my bar stool back and get up saying “nice running into you, see you in school tomorrow”. I kiss Queenie’s cheek good bye and say “see you tomorrow?”. She nods cheekily, and I start walking towards the exist. BigMuscleMan calls out and ask if I’d called a cab? I say “no I’m fine it’s only a few blocks out, I’ll walk”.

Queenie says “no let me go out with you and wait for a cab it’s late”. I thank them both and say I’m fine. She grumbles a bit but I give her reassuring hug and whisper "I have pepper spray, besides we've been through worse growing up". When I pull back from her I find Mr.DaddyLongLegs getting up from his seat as well. He gives BigMuscleMan a quick handshake and says he should get going too and starts walking out with me. When we get out into the cold winter night, I pull on my coat tightly trying to warm myself up. He asks where I live and I tell him the street. He says "let me call us a cab I’m going that way as well".

We share a quiet and quick cab ride home to my place. When I try to get out from my side, the cab driver shouts, “miss no-no go out through the door where your boyfriend is. That door is broken”. I’m like “ummm what??”. It’s a scramble turning around in my heavy winter coat in the cramped backset and trying not to step on Mr.DaddyLongLegs. He helps me steady myself a bit with his hands on my arms and gets out with me, holding the door open. He gives a quiet nod with his head and says “see you tomorrow in class MsGradStudent”. He waits till I get inside my door and gets back in the cab.

I brush my teeth, take my makeup off and fall immediately back to bed. But not before I fantasize a bit about how he looked at me at the bar and how he helped me out of the cab. I feel myself getting wet and I can't help but rub my clit a little. I take out my vibrator and nudge myself towards a swift orgasm that night imagining the tingles I felt when he touched my arm. I groan into my pillow scolding myself for thinking these absurd thoughts and set an alarm for 8am tomorrow.