Free The Passion Agency by Rebecca Lee

however you want. Ass holes. I can’t stand phony
people.”
     
    Lacey was the perfect pot buddy and she was evolving
into an actual friend to Brea. She took pleasure in Brea’s
rebellious thinking as well as her edge. She liked how Brea
questioned things.
     
    “You are really twisted Brea,” Lacey said after
listening to her wedding rant.
     
    “Always remember young Jedi,” Brea said with a sly
grin. “There are two motivations for why people do things. The
reason they say they are doing it and then the actual reasons.”
     
    So it went with Brea’s job at the University. Money
was Brea’s actual reason for carrying on with the adjunct professor
at Loyola who she was hired to grade papers and do research for.
She was getting an extra $100 a week and it was most likely because
Professor Thad Bronsky loved the way she felt when he was putting
his penis in her.
     
    He didn't talk about how the extra money was coming
out of the general research budget for his work on genetic links to
suicidal tendencies. It definitely wasn’t discussed that he was
married to a local socialite who was also a member of the school’s
Board of Regents.
     
    He would have to dance around the paperwork when it
came time to explain the money. If he had to reach into his pocket
to make it all come together right, he would.
     
    It was worth it. He hadn’t tapped trim this good in a
couple years. Since the last time he carried on with a grad student
(She had to have two different abortions). But he was fifty now and
his energy, appearance, and therefore his appeal, were all fading
fast.
     
    He read the vibes Brea was giving the first few days
she was working in his office. He held eye contact a little too
long and spoke without speaking and told her he wanted her. Without
the aid of a word. She would take it all in and mention off-handed
in the next interaction that she was looking for more work because
the pay wasn’t quite like how she wanted it.
     
    She jumped on his computer one night after he left.
It was after he told her she was brilliant “not to mention
lovely”.
     
    Her experience being seduced willingly by Chris was
serving her well. She didn’t think Bronsky was bad looking and she
had a thing for brainy guys. She knew it was on.
     
    He left his laptop computer on and not by accident.
It was set to a porn site with the naughty student doing her
professor in the classroom. Complete with tartan plaid skirt and
high heels. White shirt buttoned tight around the midsection. The
whole deal.
     
    Brea knew they’d be working after hours tomorrow and
decided “What the Hell?”.
     
    She hoped it would mean a raise and maybe an end to
starting up her vibrator every night. She was really wanting a man.
It surprised her. But she figured that as long as she didn’t walk
around acting weak and boy crazy, it wouldn’t betray who she was.
It was her preferred pose: the indifferent girl who was too mature
and intelligent to fall in love.
     
    The next evening as night fell on the campus, Brea
snuck quietly down to the bathroom on the floor where Bronsky and
other department faculty kept an office. She threw on an outfit
almost identical to the one in the smut movie on Bronsky’s
computer. She put on a long coat that she wore just today and
walked back to the office, closing and locking the door behind
her.
     
    She was amazed she wasn’t nervous. It all seemed
completely natural.
     
    The Professor’s door was slightly opened.
     
    Brea walked in and smiled with her books under her
arm and her coat bunted up to the top.
     
    “I thought you were working late tonight?” he
asked.
     
    Brea undid her coat revealing her lithe body in a
schoolgirl uniform. The skirt was so high, it barely reached below
her swollen vulva. She reached back with her foot and kicked his
office inner door shut.
     
    Her milky white skin shined and he could see her
pussy with dark peach fuzz on it when she lifted her leg.
     
    “Professor, I need to