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She can still remember the excitement that had run through her veins as she clicked “upload” for the first time.
Her boyfriend at the time had been sitting next to her, rubbing circles on her shoulders, applauding once it had successfully uploaded. It had only taken a few days to convince her, as she already had a few videos from their sessions in her phone. He had let her pick the angles and category before anything, scrolling through a site until she pointed out a line that she liked.
“This is so hot!” Had been the first words out of his mouth as he took a seat next to her, hand pressed to the inside of her thigh. With only having been together for a few weeks, she had had her doubts upon first upload. While she avoided posting as much face as possible, a little was inevitable.
As nervous as it made her, she couldn’t help but agree.
She would occasionally catch herself watching her own videos, even after they had broken up.
With or without Finn, she would admire how easily he slipped in and out, as if they were meant to fit. In the videos, he would turn her over and over, looking for the perfect angle to get as deep as he could. She would moan and cover her eyes when she was on her back or scream while he took her from behind while grabbing a fistful of hair. She liked it rough, shaking while he fingered her hard enough to squirt all over his hand. She would lay panting afterwards, arm thrown over her face as he chest heaved.
The first time that she had seen him nude, she had nearly laughed and told him to leave. Now, nearly twenty videos later, she had no complaints about the small amount of revenue that she had been bringing in. She had been left in charge of the account, after all.
Rey had no problem admitting that she got off to the videos-- not necessarily to them, but to the knowledge of others getting off to her.
She would lay in her dorm room late at night, after Rose had fallen asleep, fingers circling her clit as she drowned herself to the sound of being fucked. More often than not, she had a hard time selecting a video, instead choosing to scroll through the comments that viewers had left. Amateur takes big, fat cock, she settled on, digging her heels deeper into the bed as she double checked that Rose wasn’t moving.
What a dumb whore
I’d love to give her something even bigger.
Every comment spurred her on further, rubbing harder and faster as she began to feel her body tighten, back arching, fingers rubbing faster and faster.
Finishing with the softest sigh, she rolled over and found sweet sleep.
Walking into class for the first time, she couldn’t help but look around and notice all of the men. It was a required economics class, with only a few women sprinkled throughout the room. She bit her lip as she continued glancing around, checking her schedule a second time to ensure that she was in the right class. Solo, both the board and the sheet read.
Hiding herself deeper in her hoodie, she slouched into her seat further and waited for the professor to enter through his office door. She was seated in the second row of the auditorium, centered so that she was directly in line with where the podium stood. The room was as plain as possible with only a single poster hung on the wall, wooden panels lining the walls with old, stained carpet on the ground.
He came through the door then, offering a greeting, without looking up, before setting a thick folder on the table in the front of the room. Her breath caught for a moment, taking in the sheer size of her professor. He towered over the podium when he stood next to it, adjusting his glasses before finally looking up.
At first, she thought she was imagining the way that his eyes froze on her as he looked over the room. It took about thirty seconds before his eyes were on her again, this time instantly looking away when she met his gaze. Another minute later, as he continued reading off of the syllabus, his eyes met her again; this time not diverting her gaze. It was overwhelming for a second, the spark that she felt as his eyes bore into hers. Even two rows back, she couldn’t miss the way that his nostrils flared for a moment before looking back down at the paper that he was still holding.
Soon after, he began roll call, glancing at Rey every so often as if he expected her to raise her hand at any moment.
“Rey Williams?” He called, to which she had to raise her hand, smiling slightly in response as he stared intently. She was the last name on the roster, it seemed, as he cleared his throat and placed the paper back down on his desk. Again, he turned to the class and began his lesson.
As the period ended, and the rest of the students stood to leave, Mr. Solo cleared his throat loudly and turned to face her before firmly calling her name.
“Miss Williams,” he called, making no show of hiding the fact that his eyes were scanning up and down her body. She suddenly felt self conscious in the old hoodie that she had chosen to wear. “Could you see me in my office for a moment? I have a question for you.”
He motioned for her to walk ahead of him, following a foot behind and closing the door soundly behind him once he was inside. He didn’t turn to look at her, instead stepping towards the small desk to the opposite wall. He sat in the chair without a word, turning the monitor on and clicking to open the browser.
Nothing could describe the mortification that washed over her as he switched between tabs. “Amateur Facial after choking,” this video read. And Rey wished she was dead.
“Is this you?” He asked after pushing his glasses up his nose, swivelling in his chair to face her. Her mouth hung open, cheeks flushing down her neck as she wracked her brain for what she could possibly say. What was even his gameplan? Did he want to blackmail her?
“Uh… I…” Her eyes were wide, mind racing as her body remained frozen. She took half a step backwards, nearly tripping over her own feet as she looked between the computer screen and her professor’s face. He was completely serious, no emotion showing as he cleared his throat and turned back to the computer. He clicked another tab now, this one titled: “Petite girl, rough anal.”
Her cheeks flared again as he spun back to face her, rubbing his palms against his thighs.
“You’re not in trouble,” he starts, pushing away from his desk to stretch his legs out. “I just wanted to say that I was a fan.”
“Oh,” she relaxes slightly, switching feet again. “So…”
“They’re very nice,” he said, face completely blank.
“Ok,” she looked down at the floor again, clearing her throat. “Is that all?”
He finally looked up, holding her gaze sternly.
“I’d love to be in one.”
Her entire body froze, completely white with fear and uncertainty. What was the implication here? Did he honestly just expect her to agree? Or maybe he wanted to trade grades for sex?
“Um,” her mouth was opening and closing like a fish, completely unsure how to respond. And just as calmly as he had asked the rest, it was as if a different mask slipped onto his face.
“It’s not really a request, I’m afraid.” He turned back to the computer again, clicking on her username this time and beginning to scroll through her profile before tabbing over onto the rest of her videos. They were all there now as her eyes scanned the screen quickly, nearly forgetting to breathe as she caught a glimpse of her face in a thumbnail.
Stupid, she kicked herself, thinking of how stupid she had been to think that any of it had been a good idea. She should have put more effort into editing her face out, she should have demanded that Finn be better with the camera, or she could have--
“Well, Miss Williams?” He turned again, now looking straight at her, eyes appearing almost threatening as he awaited a reply. She cleared her throat and straightened her back before replying, digging her fingernails deep into her palms.
“You said I don’t have a choice,” she began averting his gaze and continuing to look down at the floor, ashamed of where she was. “What is it that you want, exactly?”
“Oh, nothing crazy.” In her head, everything sounded equally crazy. He was talking of extortion so casually as he pushed his chair back again, this time kicking a leg up to cross them. She was intimidated by his size for a moment, and she realized that that may have been his intent. “Just the same kinds of things you’ve already done. Maybe some more, once you’re more comfortable.”
Comfortable?
“I wouldn’t expect anything extreme until you were ready. In fact, I think that by the end of the month you’ll be looking forward to our sessions.”
Her cheeks flushed again as she took a deep breath, thoughts running a mile per minute.
“Why are you doing this?”
He smirked at the question, pushing even further away from the desk to finally stand. He stretched his arms above his head then, again demonstrating his size before turning on her and taking two steps forward, effectively encroaching on her space. Her breath caught again as her blood ran cold, imagining the things that he could get away with.
“Relax,” he said in such a low voice that she almost wanted to listen. “I won’t do anything to you right now. I won’t actually do anything until you ask.”
“Ask?! She couldn’t help but spit as he smirked down at her, taking another step forward until she had to take one back. “I don’t think you realize what kind of situation that you’re putting me in.” Her cheeks were flushed with anger now, voice trembling as she tried to steady her shaking hands.
“I do,” he murmured, growing closer and closer to her face after she had been backed against the office wall. He was breathing her air now. “I won’t force you to do anything.”
“And if I say no?” She all but whispered, closing in on herself more than she thought possible. He smirked at that, straightening himself while continuing to block her against the wall.
“I could easily report this to the school. Anonymously, of course.”
She grit her teeth, knowing that he had the upper hand. Her visa depended on the scholarship that she had received to this university and she couldn’t risk it. After all, there wasn’t anything waiting for her back in England.
Resigning herself, she chose to stare down at the floor with a slight nod. He seemed pleased as he finally backed away, grabbing the phone out of his jacket pocket that was slung on the back of his chair. He fumbled with it for a moment before clicking his tongue.
“I’m going to need your phone number and you can send me your class schedule when you leave.” He paused then, expecting her to reply and sighing when she remained silent. “I don’t want to make this harder than it needs to be.”
She let out an indignant laugh at that, pushing herself off of the wall before reading off her phone number, biting her lip as he continued clicking through screens on his phone. Speaking of her schedule, she realized that she only had class three days a week and cursed all of the time off that she would have.
“Good girl,” he smiled innocently at her then, placing his phone on his desk before turning back to face her. “Well, that’s it for today, then.” He opened the door to the office then, motioning for her to see herself out.
She stormed past him at that, holding back the tears until she had safely made it into the bathroom.