Chapter 1: Introduction
The university library was a labyrinth of hushed voices and the soft hum of computers. It was Priya’s sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in the rhythm of academic pursuit, far away from the bustling chaos of Sydney’s streets. She loved the scent of old books and the quiet that allowed her thoughts to unfurl like a scroll.
Today, however, her concentration was a fickle friend. Her eyes kept drifting from the textbook about international business strategies to the man sitting at the table across the aisle. He was a stark contrast to the sea of students hunched over their laptops and books.
He wasn’t anything special to look at, balding, a bit of a paunch, glasses. He looked like an overgrown nerd from a 80s sitcom. But yet there was. Certain way about him.
He sat with an air of authority, his hands folded neatly on the table, fingers drumming a soft, steady rhythm against his chin. His eyes, behind those rimless glasses, were fixed intently on his laptop screen, occasionally glancing up to scan the room, as if he was taking mental notes of everything around him.
Priya found her gaze drawn to him again and again. The way he adjusted his glasses, the slight crinkle of his eyes when he read something interesting, the way his lips pursed slightly as he typed, all of it was oddly fascinating. She felt a strange pull, an inexplicable desire to know more about him.
Priya looked at herself in the camera of her iPhone and gathered her long dishevelled hair in to a messy but sexy bun, she had recently had a “lip flip” on her already plump lips giving the young woman a percent pucker, she walked past him to nearest table giving him the slightest look hoping he would engage. She wanted to know what he was even doing in the university library. He looked more like a professor or a visiting lecturer than a student. She shrugged, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and began to walk past his table, her steps deliberately slow.
As she neared, she could see the screen of his laptop. It was open to some kind of legal document, dense with paragraphs and dense legal jargon. She paused, pretending to tie her shoe, and craned her neck to get a better look. He must be a law student, she thought. Or maybe even a professor.
"Excuse me," she said, straightening up.
“He looked up at the slim figure of an exotic woman. Her lips were something to behold but her large bun suggested long locks of hair. She looked curious.
“I was wondering if you could help me get a book, I would but it’s up there and I’m a lil silly, decided to wear a short skirt” said Priya pointing at her short pleated skirt under her singlet. The man looked up, his eyes pausing briefly on her skirt before meeting her gaze. He had a warm, crinkly smile that transformed his face, making him look much younger. "Of course, I'd be happy to help," he said, his voice a rich baritone that seemed to fill the space between them. He closed his laptop and stood up, towering over her despite her own considerable height. "What's the title?"
"It's 'Contemporary Issues in International Business,'" Priya replied, flipping through her notes to find the call number. "And it's in the section...
well, I think it's over there," she said, pointing vaguely towards the towering shelves lining the back wall of the library.
Alistair followed her gaze, his brow furrowing slightly. "You're in business management, I presume?" he asked, his voice soft yet commanding as he fell into step beside her.
Priya nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes, I am. Second year. You?"
Alistair chuckled, a low, warm sound that seemed to rumble through his chest. "I'm just headed to my first class now, I am Alistair” he said.
“I’m Priya. Priya Rana from India originally: here to study” she said taking his hand.
They continued to chat as he tried to look for her book up on a ladder.
“So why did you choose Australia Priya?” He asked. Priya looked up at him, her large eyes reflecting the fluorescent lights of the library. “Well, I wanted a change of scenery, you know? And Sydney seemed like a good place to start over. Plus, the business programs here are fantastic.” She paused, her eyes flickering to the sprawling legal document on his laptop.
“You like it here?” He asked.
“Yeah, the people are nice you know; they let you be. In India everyone is up your arse” she laughed.
Alistair raised an amused eyebrow.
“Well wouldn’t say I would blame the men, wanting to get up anything of yours young lady, but I understand what you mean” he said. Priya blushed at the comment. “You're not bad yourself, for an older gentleman,” she said, her voice playful.
Alistair smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Older? Dear girl, I’m ancient. But I’ll take the compliment nonetheless.” He reached up, plucking the book from the top shelf and handing it down to her.
Priya took it, her fingers brushing against his. “Thank you,” she said softly. “You know, I’ve seen you around campus a few times. You’re not a student, are you?”
Alistair shook his head.
“I’m teaching a few classes on criminal law for the post grads” he said cheerfully. Priya noticed a wedding ring.
“Well, may be I could find you to teach me a thing or two” she said suggestively ignoring the wedding ring for now. They were just talking and like he said he was ancient, she thought.
A flirt was harmless at this point.
Alistair raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm sure you could," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Priya's spine. "But I believe I'd be the one learning from you, Ms. Rana. There's always something new to discover, isn't there?"
Priya felt her cheeks flush at his words, but she held his gaze, her eyes sparkling with challenge.
“Well, I’d better get going, but thanks, Professor” said Priya as she curled her fat luscious lips into a smile and walked away.
Priya didn’t think of her interaction with Alistair after it happened until that night when she was bartending. She had picked up a shift at a local bar near campus to help with her expenses. The bar was packed, the air thick with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. As she poured a drink for a customer, she felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked up and met Alistair's gaze.
He was seated at the bar, nursing a glass of Scotch. He smiled at her, a slow, lazy smile that made her stomach flutter. She felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness at seeing him here. She finished with her customer and made her way over to him.
Hair still up in that just outta bed bun, she had bright red lipstick on. White top snug and pair or black shorts on, with what looked like Nike runners. This wasn’t the classiest joint but Priya would Hollywood movies in India and wonder being like the girls in them and took it up. She had soon learnt it wasn’t like the movies. The place was full of truckers and while nobody raped anyone considering the bouncer who was mostly in a good mood, they did let them get away with a lot more. A spank or a little grope were common at the Lands down Inn. But the tips were also pretty good.
Like now, Alistair slid a fifty-dollar bill towards her, his fingers brushing against hers.
"Thank you," she said, her voice a bit breathless. She leaned in, her elbows on the bar. "What brings you here, Professor?"
Alistair took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving hers. "I could ask you the same thing, Priya."
She grinned, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "You know, just trying to make ends meet. Student life and all that."
Alistair nodded, his gaze lingering on her lips.
"Well, it's a far cry from the library, isn't it?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Priya chuckled, leaning back against the polished wooden counter. "Definitely. But hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?" She tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "So, what brings you here, Professor? Slumming it with the common folk?"
Alistair laughed, a deep, rich sound that seemed to fill the space between them. "Something like that. I was in the area and thought I'd grab a drink. Then I walk in and must say saw you from the back, and your shorts might have convinced me to stay, didn’t know who they belonged to of course” he concluded.
Priya laughed looking at him with amusement. Just as the order for fries was pulled up, she made her way out and around his bar stool carrying a plates of piping hot fries to a table filled with of truckies. Alistair had an
eye on her as they exchange some. Words to which she mostly smiled and nodded. Aa she turned as their eyes met “Smack” came one of the truckies hands. She turned.
“Another fries please curry cheeks” he said and threw a 10$ bill on the table. She picked it up.
“Sure thing, Caleb” and walked passed the professor slightly red faced her hair in an oversized bun bouncing as she did. Alistair watched her go, a frown marring his forehead. He saw the trucker's hand land on her ass and felt a surge of anger. He had seen enough in his years to know when something wasn't right.
He waited until Priya returned to the bar, her cheeks still flushed. He motioned her closer, his voice low. "Is everything alright, Priya? That man's hands shouldn't be anywhere near you without your consent."
Priya looked at him, surprise flashing in her eyes. No one had ever stood up for her like this before. She shrugged, trying to play it cool. "It's fine, really. I can handle it, they .. most of the customers they are drivers on a circuit; they don’t not hurt me. They also tip the best” she said. “Did you know internationals pay 3 times the tuition locals do” she said thoughtfully. It’s not right. I pay three times the fee” she seemed sad but a second later changed her tone. “Imagine if I didn’t have an ass that ppl wanted to spank” she said winking. “I wouldn’t be able to afford my books.” She laughed but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Alistair’s expression darkened. “Priya, no one should have to endure that for tuition money. Especially not someone as bright and talented as you.”
Priya looked at him, her eyes reflecting the neon lights of the bar. “It’s just part of the job, I guess,” she said, her voice soft. “But thank you, for caring.”
Alistair reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, sliding it across the bar towards her. "If you ever need help, Priya, any kind of help, don't hesitate to call me. I have resources, and I can make sure you're safe."
Priya looked at the card, her eyebrows raised. "Alistair Thorne, Senior Partner, Thorne & Associates." She read the words aloud, her voice filled with disbelief. "You're offering to help me with... what, exactly?"
Alistair leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know, we will figure it out” he said drinking his scotch.
Priya took a jug of water nearby and poured a little on her white shirt making her black bra underneath a little more visible. She met Alistair questioning look.
“While you figure that out, I have rent, tuition and utilities to pay for, the “sweaty my bra shows looks” tat tips from both the “I wanna help you” and the “I wanna tittyfuck you crowd” .. it’s harder when they’re both the same people” she laughed as whistles started to ring through the bar.
She leaned in closer to Alistair. “But I’m smart, Alistair. I have a plan. I’ll graduate, get a good job, and then I won’t have to worry about any of this.” She gestured around the bar with a wave of her hand, her eyes gleaming with determination.
Alistair watched her, his expression inscrutable. He took another sip of his drink, his eyes thoughtful. “Come see me anyway, if you must be piece of meat, you may as well be a rib eye!” He said smiling.
She took the card and moved out to serve some shots, a burly driver took a vodka shot off her tray and her pert C cup left boob a squeeze and put a 20$ bill in her shorts as a tip. The next one was tattooed 70 year old, who took his time chatting her up, she smiled as he slowly Made his way up her thigh to her crotch over her shorts and gave her a fish hook tug between her legs and left her tray with what looked like a 50$. No wonder she didn’t mind. Most girls would have to service a man fully to get half of what she made of a bar lap. She was halfway across the room when she realized she was still holding Alistair's card, clutched in her damp, trembling hand. She looked down at it, her mind flashing back to their conversation.
Alistair had offered help, but what did that even mean? And why would he care? He was just a customer, right? She brushed the thought aside, tucking the card into her bra. It was just a bar, and he was just a man. She had a plan, and she was sticking to it.
The night wore on, and the bar grew louder and more raucous.
Priya moved through the crowd like a seasoned pro, her tray balanced expertly on one hand while she flirted and bantered with the rowdy patrons. She had learned to deflect unwanted advances with a laugh and a wink, to dodge wandering hands with a deft step, and to keep her eyes on the prize: the tips that would keep her afloat.
As the clock ticked towards closing time, Priya found herself back behind the bar, wiping down the counter. She was exhausted, her feet ached, and her back was stiff from leaning over the bar all night. But she knew she'd made enough to cover her rent and tuition for the month.
As she was putting the last of the glasses away, she felt a presence beside her. Turning, she found Alistair still seated at the bar, his Scotch long since finished. He looked at her, his eyes reflecting the dim lights of the nearly empty bar. "You're still here, Professor," Priya said, her voice soft. "Can't sleep?"
Alistair shook his head. "No, I was waiting for you. I want to make sure you get home safely."
Priya raised an eyebrow. "You don't need to do that, Professor. I can take care of myself."
Alistair smiled.
“Also wanted to leave you with the last tip of the day to make sure, it didn’t get lost in the hay” he laughed and left what looked like a bundle of 100$ bills on the bar.
Priya who had just undone her waist length raven locks her bun stared stunned her hands in her hair.
“Who do I need to poison for that” she asked half serious.
“Well, I reckon your making a lot here, but i can always add to your income but the tips like all tips come at a price” he said as his phone buzzed and the face of a sweet looking woman, overweight woman appeared on his screen.
“Never you mind” he said turning the phone over. “I hope your not too tired, but what I was expect.. hoping with consent..” he tried to find the words.
Priya found the hesitation alluring. She sheeted to gather her long locks into a ponytail and said “I will blow you for that much money; I don’t care if your married” she blurted out putting her long hair through the hair tie for the first time and then another biting her fat lower lip as she said it. She looked at him in the eye as she said it and then looked away. She was a simple girl with a simple plan and she would do anything for the money. She couldn’t believe she was even saying this to this man. She thought she was dreaming but it felt real.
She looked back at Alistair and this time there was no flirting, no play, no shield. Just her, raw and unguarded. The phone buzzed again, it was his wife.
“Fine, not much time tonight” he said.
She worried he was going to take the money but instead he got up from
the stool and hurriedly undid his pants. Priya taking the cue sprinted across, hair already in a pony tail. She got on her knees feeling the 6 hours shift in her back and legs but determined. It wasn’t as if she had never done this before, but this time it was different. This time she felt a pull, a connection she had never felt before with anyone else, let alone a customer. Alistair helped her up.
She looked up at a man older than her dad. She took his semi hard dick in her hands, the first white dick she had ever held and wrapped her luscious big lips around it, he gasped as his phone buzzed again. This time he answered, Priya stopped for a second but felt a hand on her ponytail pushing her head back and forth on the dick already lodged tightly in her mouth. “Yes, darling, I’m just wrapping up a few things at the office. I’ll be home soon,” Alistair said, his voice strangely calm considering the situation.
Priya took that as a sign to continue, she began to suck harder, her head bobbing up and down, her full lips creating a tight seal around him. She could taste the saltiness of him, feel the pulse of his heartbeat in the thick vein that ran along the underside of his shaft.
Alistair groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. “God, yes,” he breathed, the phone still pressed to his ear.
“Yes, I know, we will go to her engagement party, I don’t know why she needs to be engaged at 25. She hasn’t even finished..”
Priya continued to suck his now very hard dick as he discussed what she assumed was his 25 year old daughters life choices as a 23 year old Indian student sucked his dick for money in a dingy bar. She imagined his daughter was probably studying at a fancy Ivy league school while she was here sucking cock for tuition money.
“I’ll be home soon, love” Alistair said into the phone and hung up.
He dropped the phone into his pocket and looked down at Priya. “You’re very good at that, Priya,” he said, his voice husky. “Too good. You should be careful.”
Priya pulled back, looking up at him with watery eyes. “Careful about what, Professor?” she asked, a hint of defiance in her voice.
“That I have 5 mins before my wife calls again, so you may want to do your magic” he urged pushing her back down on his dick.
Priya, with a shaky breath, got back to work, her saliva coating his length, her tongue swirling around the tip, her hand working the base. She was determined to make him come quickly, to get it over with. But as she sucked, she could feel the power dynamic shifting. She wasn’t just a pair of lips and a set of tits anymore. She was a person, a woman, a student, a survivor. And she had him wrapped around her finger, or rather, her tongue.
Alistair's breath hitched, his hand tightening in her hair.
He looked down at her, his face a mask of concentration and desire. "Five minutes," he said through gritted teeth. "You'd better make them count."
Priya redoubled her efforts, her head bobbing up and down, her lips creating a tight seal around him. She could feel him growing harder, his thrusts more urgent. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and saw a reflection of her own desire. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had this power over him.
Alistair groaned, his hips thrusting forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat.
Priya didn't flinch, didn't gag. She took it, her eyes watering slightly as she looked up at him, her lips stretched wide around his shaft. She could taste him, the faint hint of sweat, the tang of his arousal. She could feel him, the pulse of his heartbeat, the throb of his desire.
"Priya..." he gasped, his hand tightening in her hair, his knuckles white. "You... you're amazing."
She hummed around him, a soft, vibrating sound that made him shudder.
She could feel him getting closer, his thrusts more erratic, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Priya..." He moaned, his hips stuttering to a stop as he came, his release flooding her mouth. She swallowed, her lips still wrapped tightly around him, her tongue swirling around the tip, coaxing every last drop from him.
He slumped against the bar, his body trembling as the aftershocks of his orgasm rippled through him. Priya pulled back, her lips swollen and red, a smear of his release on her chin.
She wiped it away with the back of her hand, her eyes meeting his. "Was that amazing enough, Professor?" she asked, a hint of challenge in her voice.
Alistair looked at her, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with desire. "More than enough, Priya," he said, his voice hoarse. "But I think we both know that was just the beginning."
Priya raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, really? And what makes you think there's more where that came from?"
Alistair leaned in, his hand cupping her cheek.
“Keep the cash” and with that he left with Priya on her knees in the bar alone to clean up. Priya sat back on her heels, looking at the wad of cash in her hand. She had never seen so much money at once. She felt a mix of exhilaration and disgust. She was good at this, she knew. Too good. But it always left her feeling used, dirty. Yet, she needed the money. She had told Alistair that she had a plan, and she did. But sometimes, the plan felt like a distant dream, and the reality of her situation felt overwhelming.
She tucked the money into her bra, underneath the business card that was now damp with sweat. She stood up, her legs wobbly from hours of standing and the recent exertion.