Free Professor Cline Revealed by J. M. La Rocca Page B

what the hell he had going on down there anyway, but since I was making my way down, I was getting nervous.
    We hadn’t said more than a few words to each other since my mother passed away. I wanted to keep it that way, but unfortunately for me I couldn’t. He was my source of income until I was twenty-five, and if I was going to go to college then I’d have to ride it out.
    He made it down the stairs and approached the only door at the bottom. I made my way next to him and he placed his hand on my shoulder, gripping it with a slight grin.
    “I got something for you, son,” he told me as he opened the door to the room.
    I didn’t notice her at first. Not until John pointed at the bed. “Happy birthday, Mason,” he said as he pushed me into the room.
    He closed the door and left while I stood there, my eyes wide, staring at the girl on the bed. She was naked, except for the black nylons that went up to her thighs. I could hear her heavy breathing. Or is that my own? I lifted my hand to my heart and could feel it pounding out of my chest.
    What the fuck is this?
    I turned to look at the door, my first thought being that I needed to leave, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to. He’d be out there expecting it.
    I slowly walked to the bed and noticed the blindfold over her eyes. She was lying on her stomach with her hands tied to the headboard and she was moving the lower part of her body on the bed, moaning softly.
    I couldn’t help but watch her, my pants getting tighter with every second. Every time she moved, she’d lift off the bed, showing the outline of her breasts. They were big and full, nothing I’d ever seen before.
    I knew I shouldn’t have been turned on by it—she was being objectified—but I couldn’t help my reaction.
    As I stepped up to the bed, she turned her head toward me. She bit her lip and rested her head on her arm. “Please, touch me,” she begged.
    She lifted her ass in the air and wiggled it in invitation. My eyes widened in shock at her forwardness. She didn’t even know who was in the room and she was asking me to touch her?
    I looked over her body as I debated on what to do. I couldn’t do what John would expect me to do. Did he think I would just come in here and take advantage of her? Rape and degrade her? I could never do something like that. I wasn’t him.
    Making my decision, I walked to a chair against the wall, across from the bed. I didn’t want to approach her. She wasn’t acting normal. If I had to take a guess I’d say she was drugged, but I didn’t know what kind of drug made anyone act the way she was.
    I rubbed my sweaty hands on my pants and sat and waited. I didn’t know how long John expected me to be in there, but I’d wait it out. I at least wanted to wait until the drugs wore off and she either came to her senses or passed out. The whole situation had me uncomfortable. It wasn’t as if I was a virgin, but I felt like a voyeur watching her move and moan on the bed. I hated that it was turning me on, that my dick was stiff in my pants, but I wouldn’t do anything about it.
    She looked to be the same age as me, maybe a bit older. I’d never seen her before, so I had no idea who she was or where she’d come from. Maybe she was a prostitute or call girl, I didn’t know. She didn’t look like it to me, but I’d never met one in person before and if I had, they were fully clothed.
    “Please touch me,” she pleaded again. “I need you to touch me.”
    I stared at the bed where she writhed and wiggled, moaning to be touched. I looked toward the door not knowing what to do. I couldn’t stay in there. I was liable to do something I’d regret and I wasn’t like that.
    I got up from the chair and walked toward the door, trying to ignore her moans and groans. I grabbed the handle and turned, but the damn thing was locked.
    That motherfucker locked me in.
    I slammed my hand on the door in frustration and turned around to look at her. She was sitting up on her