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After the 7th (seventh) failed draft of a story describing Helen Stein’s son Jake’s initation into the Eberhard clan, I decided to give it a rest and wrote this story, which takes place in that universe. it describes how grandma Ursula takes care of problems at the work place, and it is pretty violent and rapey, involving female cocks going into unwilling male orifices. I enjoyed writing it, but then again I’m a very sick puppy, so you might want to use your discretion.
all characters are over 18 years-old (though that doesn’t make it any better, as it means they should KNOW better)(especially Sara, who’s now a graduate research assistant, for crying out loud!)
“I’m sorry, Mr. Howard, Dean Evans just called, she says she’d been unexpectedly detained and can only be here in 40 minutes…”
James Howard, newly-installed chancellor of Chapel Hill university, sighed inwardly. How un-surprising! Is that infernal woman playing games with him? Well, she’s had that fossil Robinson to play with over the last 23 years – he was something she had probably never encountered before… His quarterbacking days were far behind him, true, but he was still much more than she could handle…! To his waiting secretary he said, not trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice:
“Well, Dean Evans IS an extremely busy person, I’m sure meeting the university’s executive director is not at the top of her priorities.” He smiled, trying to convey the impression that he was unrattled by such unprofessional behavior, taking those little acts of institutional warfare in his stride. “Tell her not to rush, those cobblestones can be quite treacherous, I understand. I’ll be here.”
Mrs. Alvarez nodded, but made no move to get back to her desk. She obviously had something on her mind. He looked at her quizzically.
“Was there something else, Mrs. Alvarez?”
She sucked in her breath, looking visibly uncomfortable. He waited patiently, and finally she spoke, her voice hesitant.
“Mr. Howard, I know it’s none of my business…”
He grimaced. That was never a good opener to a conversation. But he was the new boss, and he was going to be patient with his staff. Well, to start with, anyway – no executive got anywhere by being too gentle with his underlings! He smiled at her encouragingly, giving a magnanimous wave of his hand.
“I’m the new boy, Mrs. Alvarez – always glad to hear from the experienced people here.” Well, up to a point, right?
She sucked her teeth in, as if already regretting her boldness. “Yes, well…”she made as if to come further into the room, thought better of it, stopped, giving him a tight-lipped smile. “Well, sir – you see…” She stopped, started again. “It’s just that the biology department – and Dean Evans – had always held a very special place in Chapel. Mr. Robinson always had…”
“Mr. Robinson is currently enjoying his retirement and is no longer involved in the business of running this university – I am.” He stopped. That came out a little harsher than he intended, but he was starting to lose his patience. First that damned bitch, Evans, now his own secretary? Too much! He spoke again, giving the woman a tight smile.
“I don’t really care about the way things USED to be around here, Mrs. Alvarez – I know how a university SHOULD be run, and I’m getting a very nice salary to fix things around here. The party is over, there’s a new Sheriff in town and we’re going to have some order around here.”
He gave her a long look, and when she said nothing, her lips pursed tight, he continued, speaking with finality, not wanting to drag this exchange any further.
“Thank you, Mrs. Alvarez. I don’t think you should wait with me, when Dean Evans finally does deign to show her face I’m sure she’ll manage to find her way in.” The implicit message was clear: You ARE just a secretary, missy – and don’t you forget that!
Mrs. Alvarez didn’t seem offended by his dismissive tone; if anything, she seemed… sad? She nodded her head, not looking at him. “Of course. I understand. Well, good evening, Mr. Howard, and, mm, good luck with Dean Evans.”
He watched the closing door, feeling slightly annoyed. What the hell was THAT about? And he of course didn’t need any LUCK to deal with any of the university’s administrative staff, no matter their seniority! His previous job was at a much smaller college, but academic politics were the same, everywhere, and he has had more than his share of time spent in the trenches. Sure, he’ll need a little more time to learn the lay of the land, but he was pretty sure he was capable of handling a 67 years-old woman!
He reached in his desk drawer and took out the file he had been studying before. That one bit of information – Dean Ursula Evans’ age – was the one thing he could not get his head around. He had heard about her before they met, of course; his predecessor, Harold Robinson, spoke of her with reverence, mentioning her 49 years at the university – an unprecedented number, which immediately made him smell a rat. When Robinson repeatedly Belek travesti mentioned the biology department being her domain, telling him it was the best-run department, and that he should not mess with it – yeah, for him it was tantamount to drawing a big, red circle around it…
And then he met the dean, and his head almost exploded. Instead of the dried-up little old lady he expected, the woman who introduced herself to him at his first meeting with the board of trustees and the top administrators was a stunner. She was an amazon – or, rather, a Valkyrie – the same height as him, her medium-high heels making her tower over him and everyone else at that meeting. Her tight, conservative business suit did nothing to hide her generous curves, and her black-rimmef glasses only enhanced her cold beauty. Her handshake was strong, almost painful – she most definitely worked out! There was no way that woman was 67…! That night – a weekday! – he surprised his wife with his lust, almost dragging her up to the bedroom. He was of course thinking about the Evans woman the whole time – about those DD breasts packed tight in the dark suit, the shapely thighs showing below the modest skirt, the round buttocks he caught a glimpse of as she turned to sit down, that knowing half-smile she gave him… He came twice, in quick succession, his wife panting half-heartedly, knowing her husband had probably met a new 20 years-old student at his new job who had turned him on, hoping he’d manage to keep his small dick in his pants for another year, not endanger this cushy new job…
He sneaked his left hand down inside his pants, rubbing his suddenly hard dick as he looked at the picture stapled to the first page of the file he was holding. Yes, he had the hots for her, hard – that 67 years old granny who looked like a Norse goddess… But, hots or no hots, that was not going to stop him from doing his job. The biology department of the university was going to start functioning like PART of the university; whatever shenanigans that twerp, Robinson, turned a blind eye on, he was going to put a stop to. He was going to show Ursula Evans her place – as part of the school, an administrator in service of it sure, but… Who knows? Maybe, after scoring the political victory, she’ll be amenable to learning her true place, crouching between his legs, servicing his mighty penis with those beautifully-sculpted lips… rrrr!!!
He smiled, dreamily, then shook his head, taking his hand out of his pants. Come ON, man – focus! Dean Evans had been here for 5 decades, she had probably met some resistance from previous administrators as she built her own fiefdom inside the university – and overcame it. What was her secret? Could it be that she was using sex to control all those weak men? It sounded far-fetched, a bit too much like some high-concept porn, but she did have that strange vibe about her… He thought of that meeting – the quick glances he caught thrown her way, the way Robinson almost drooled as he introduced them… But, yeah, he wasn’t Robinson, and though she absolutely did give him a chubby just by looking at him, he was not some starry-eyed schoolboy who’d crumple at her feet and let her walk all over him. He was going to put this school in order – then, having broken that proud beauty, maybe put her to some good use…
***
It was almost a quarter to 7 when he heard the knock at his office door.. the sun was starting to set, the Humanities building across the street casting a quickly-lengthening shadow on the lawn underneath his window. He glanced at the clock on the wall, opposite him; yes, Dean Evens was making a power move, trying to show him who’s boss. Well, they’ll see about that…he settled into his chair, and called out, making sure to keep any note of annoyance out of his voice:
“Come in, please, Dean.”
The door opened, and her head popped in, her ash blonde, almost-white hair, glinting in the light coming in through the window.
“Mr. Howard. So nice of you to wait for me.”
He smiled politely. “Absolutely no problem, dean. I understand how busy you are.” He waved his hand. “Come in, come in, we have a lot to go through, and it IS getting a bit late.”
She gave a non-committal smile. “Of course. I just wanted to take that opportunity…”
She opened the door and held it, as two young women filed in. “May I introduce you to my granddaughter, Sara…”
He of course knew who Sara Evans was. She was one of the country’s top collegiate golf players and a very popular “influencer” on social media. She was exceptionally good-looking – tall, athletic and beautiful, with blonde hair tied up in a loose bun, with a rack that almost rivaled her grandmother’s. She gave him a brief smile, saying nothing.
“…and Lisa, another of our department’s young up and coming stars.”
Lisa gave him a friendlier smile, going so far as to wave her hand, hello. She was Asian, not as tall as the other two, though still a good 5’9″, with a leaner, slightly less curvaceous Belek travestileri body. Both young women were dressed in school sweaters and short – though not outrageously so – skirts. Howard blinked, trying to process what was happening. This was completely unprofessional – this was supposed to be a business meeting, what were those strumpets doing here? And how the fuck could that 22 years-old be this woman’s GRANDDAUGHTER, for crying out loud?!
Ursula Evans stepped into the room, smiling slightly. Damn, his surprise was showing, a sign of weakness! He cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice even.
“I was under the impression that we were meeting to discuss the functioning of the biology department, I was not aware that…”
She cut him off, her deep, assured voice making him sound almost shrill in his own ears.
“Of course. Sara and Lisa and myself have some other business, together, and I thought it was a chance to show you what the department is truly about.”
Howard seethed inside. Did she take him for a fool? What kind of cheap trick was this – or, maybe his earlier, insane thoughts were not so far-fetched, and she WAS aiming for some sort of sexual blackmail? She couldn’t know about his last position and his little sexual escapades – he was always VERY discreet… Did somebody talk? Damn! He addressed the two young women, who were standing there, staring at him in a somewhat unnerving manner.
“I’m very pleased to meet you, young ladies, maybe we can have an extended conversation some other day. For now, though…”
Dean Evans gestured with her hand. “Of course, the girls will wait outside.” Sara gave him one last look – was she smirking? It somehow felt very condescending – and they both turned around and left the room. To wait – in his outside office! His anger was rising, and this time he didn’t try to conceal it.
“You seem to feel very much at home in this office, dean. Why didn’t you just apply for this job when Harold Robinson retired?”
Ursula Evans smiled coldly. “My interest is in the biology department. I have no interest in running the university.”
She sat down on the other side of the desk, and crossed her legs, exposing a large expanse of thicc, sculpted thigh. Her mouth twitched in amusement as his eyes fixed on her tight flesh, aware of her but unable to tear his gaze away. He breathed through his nose, trying to calm down, regain his composure. She said in a conversational tone:
“I see you are a fan of the female form, Mr. Howard.”
He held himself still, forcing his attention away from her legs. She’s going for broke, he told himself, it must mean she knows what I have on her is a bombshell. You’ve got this! He put his hand on the thick batch of printed pages lying in front of him, thinking: she’s desperate, she knows you’re holding all the cards, don’t play her perverted games, just go ahead with it!
“Can we please stop playing games, dean? You know what I have here, and it’s not just going to disappear by magic. You need to answer some very serious questions.”
He felt very proud of his calm tone. But he needed to press on, present her with his findings, get this travesty over with! He lifted the batch of papers, its weight reassuring in his hand.
“Those are the numbers, going back 6 years. I’m sure if we go farther back we’ll find much more, but the picture is very clear: the biology department is for all intents and purposes a sovereign body inside the university, with no real oversight, spending obscene amounts of money from unknown sources on projects that were never authorized by the board of trustees and apparently all fade into nothingness.” He smiled thinly at the statuesque woman sitting motionless in front of him, feeling his confidence come rushing back. “Would you say that is a fair description of the state of affairs?”
The dean looked at him evenly, her face calm. She nodded. “Sounds fair.”
He smiled triumphantly. “Thank you. Now, I haven’t practiced law for many years, but I believe there are many issues here that would be of great interest to the authorities. I can see law enforcement people looking at this and coming up with many explanations for those going-ons – maybe even money laundering?”
The dean nodded again, still very calm. “Possibly. Let me assure you, though – nothing untoward is going on.”
Howard sneered at her. She ‘assures’ me, fantastic! He leaned forward. “Dean – I would love to believe this, but this is not something that I can just gloss over! I will of course need to appraise the board of trustees on this matter before taking any further action, but…”
“Harold Robinson had no problem with this situation.”
Howard let out an exasperated bark. Is this woman for real? “Harold Robinson was an idiot who might yet end up in jail! And, let me tell you, I’m not going to put myself in that situation. My job is to first and foremost protect the university and its interests. I suggest that you lawyer up, as well as get a team Travesti Belek of accountants on this, as it does NOT look good. The board of trustees…”
“The board of trustees has always been more than satisfied with the functioning of my department.” She was still almost annoyingly calm, her expression never changing. She put her hands together on her knee, fingers entwined. He noticed the way her skirt climbed farther up that round, shapely thigh… Focus, idiot! “The university came out of the last fiscal year with an operational surplus of almost 18 million dollars – much like it had over the last two decades. This can be directly attributed to the biology department’s donors. The reason we are getting this leeway is because the department is the university’s biggest donation magnet. We have…”
“Oh, but this of course cannot be verified because the department’s books are completely opaque!”
She stopped and looked at him in silence, her eyes boring into his. His outburst was nothing unusual – the mess he had uncovered definitely merited some shouting! – and yet, he immediately felt ashamed, like a student that had gone out of line, the strict-but-hot professor looking down her nose at him. He met her gaze, defiant, but his body instinctively sank back in his seat. She waited for another tick, then:
“Please do not interrupt me, Mr. Howard.”
Her voice was cold and dry, and he had to stop himself from mumbling an apology. He gave a small wave of his hand, ceding the floor.
“The biology department is the stand-out in this, frankly, rather mediocre university. The research done here is on the cutting edge of modern science, far above anything else done here by ANY parameter you could choose to employ. You do remember that the one Nobel prize winner to come out of the university came out of this department, don’t you?”
He waited a second, making sure it wasn’t a rhetorical question. He decided that he did not want to take this any further at this meeting; this woman was just too unsettling to be facing on his own – certainly not in the eerily quiet building… He WAS feeling a bit unnerved by this incredible woman’s calm demeanor; she had this… this PRESENCE, a self-confidence that was almost intimidating. And her sexual aura – it was almost overpowering, the sight of those legs, the smooth swelling of those perfect breasts, visible above the buttons of that conservative white blouse… No wonder that timid clown, Robinson, let her ride roughshod all over him…! He cleared his throat, twice, and tried to keep his tone neutral. There will be time for confrontation, later on…
“Look, dean Evans, I’m sure there is a lot to be said and investigated in this matter. I think it would be better if this is all done using due diligence, with the board fully involved. I believe that next month’s meeting will be the perfect forum for this, you will be given the chance to present your side of this…”
He stopped. The dean was shaking her head, looking almost sad.
“No? You don’t think this is the way to go about this?”
She gave him a sad smile and leaned back, her arms moving up as she crossed them beneath the heavy breasts.
“I was hoping this could be done in a friendlier manner. Harold Robinson was open to us from his first day, here, and it worked out perfectly for all of us…” she sighed, then gave him another smile, not quite as sad as the one before. “Of course, it will work out just the same, in the end. It always does.”
He stood up, feeling strangely unnerved. He didn’t know what this woman was on about – if she wanted a fight, he had 14 years of experience with university politics, she could not intimidate him! He was reminded of a saying that an Israeli colleague in his last job was fond of: you can’t scare a whore with a dick…! He wanted to tell her to ‘bring it on’, but held himself back. Don’t escalate this, not now… He forced himself to smile at her.
“I don’t think so – but we’ll see what we’ll see, right? I think we’re done here. If you want copies of this report, I’ll have Mrs. Alvarez mail them to you…”
She remained seated, her face expressionless.
“I think not, Mr. Howard.” Without turning her head, she called out: “Girls!”
The door opened almost immediately, as if the two young women were waiting just outside. They both walked in, and James Howard got the feeling that he had been mis-reading the situation. The Asian girl – Lisa? – was smiling at him, her smile guileless, almost friendly, but Sara looked as expressionless as her grandmother. There was something about her body language – the way the wide shoulders were leaning forward, slightly, the cold glint in her eyes, the way she was walking purposefully towards him… He raised his hand, feeling panic rise up inside his stomach. He reached for the phone on his desk. Campus security, call them, now, this is TOO weird…!
“Dean, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but this is highly inapp..”
The tall, powerfully-built girl moved like a blur, covering the distance from the door to behind his desk in five long strides, and he was cut mid-sentence as her fist drove into his stomach with incredible force. He doubled over, coughing and sputtering, in pain and in shock, his hands on the floor, trying to catch his breath.