The Pleasure of the Dean (9 page)

He drew Sophie’s hand from her clit and
replaced it with his tongue.
 
She
was wet and swollen.
 
Cole worked
the nub with the tip of his tongue.
 
He teased it with little flicks, making her moan.
 
Sophie, primed from her fingers and
their activities in the bathtub, was already on edge.
 
It only took a couple more flicks of his
tongue to throw her over the edge.
 
Sophie’s inner muscles contracted strongly as she climaxed.
 
She cried out Cole’s name as she came.

Cole looked up at Sophie’s flushed face.
 
“I’m just warming up, baby,” he
said.
 
“You better hold on tight.”

He went back to work, this time using his
entire tongue.
 
Cole ravenously
licked Sophie’s clit, sucked her folds, and pushed his tongue inside of
her.
 
Sophie was moaning and turning
her head from side to side, overwhelmed with ecstasy.
 
Her pussy was sensitive from her recent
orgasm, making Cole’s attentions feel more intense.
 
Sophie felt the tension inside of her
building as she grew wetter and wetter.

Cole ground his cock into the mattress as he
worked on Sophie’s folds.
 
The sight
and feel of the growing wetness painting Sophie’s inner thighs was making him
insane.
 
He licked her in time to
his thrusts.
 
Cole knew she was
close to peaking again, but wanted to prolong the experience.
 
He switched gears and removed his mouth
to instead insert two fingers inside, stroking her.
 
Sophie gasped at the change in
sensation, and reflexively bucked her hips.

Cole lifted his head to watch her body
undulating as she thrust against his hand.
 
Sophie’s skin was damp with sweat, her long hair a tangled mess.
 
She was magnificently open and uninhibited.
 
He stared at the glistening center of
her, watching his fingers moving in and out of her canal.
 
Cole was so aroused his ears were
ringing.

“I’m so close,” Sophie cried.
 

In response, Cole withdrew his fingers.
 
Sophie groaned in protest.
 
He bent his head down and started
tonguing her again.
 
Cole was
unyielding, laving the tight bud firmly with the flat of his tongue.
  
“Cole…I can’t… I need…” Sophie
gasped.
 
She was incoherent with
need, her body strung tight like a bow.

Sophie was undone.
 
Her orgasm ripped through her, rocking
her body with convulsions and she sobbed her pleasure loudly.

It took her a few moments to become aware of
her surroundings again.
 
“That was
amazing,” Sophie panted, still trying to catch her breath.

“I’m not done yet,” Cole said, sliding his
hard body up hers.
 
He gathered both
of her wrists in one hand, and pinned her arms firmly above her head.
 
With his other hand Cole pulled her legs
further apart until Sophie was completely spread and exposed to him.
 
He grabbed the shaft of his penis and
lightly caressed the sensitive flesh near her opening with the head.
 
The head of his cock shined with her
wetness.

“Cole,” Sophie cried, growing frustrated with
his teasing.
 
“I need you.
 
I need you inside me right now.”

With one fluid motion Cole entered her.
 
The fit was snug but Sophie was primed
from her earlier orgasms and accepted his length easily.
 
Cole thrust until he felt the tip of his
cock hit her cervix.
 
He held still,
letting Sophie adjust to the feel of him.

           
Sophie’s
sensitive tissues felt stretched to the max.
 
Cole felt bigger, harder, and longer
than she remembered.
 
He filled her
up.
 
Sophie couldn’t tell where her
own body ended and Cole’s began.
 

Cole’s control broke and he pulled out to the
tip before slamming his length back into Sophie.
 
He repeated the motion over and
over.
 
Sophie screamed with pleasure
as he stroked her, causing the tension to build once again.
 
Cole was straining above her, pounding
into her harder and faster with every thrust.
 
He moaned at the feel of her gripping
him, milking him.
 
“Sophie, yes, oh
God, you feel so good,” he praised.
 
Cole dipped his head down and took her mouth in a frantic kiss.

 
She broke the kiss as she felt herself
peak.
 
‘I’m coming, Cole.
 
I’m coming,” she screamed.
 
“God yes, fuck me.”

The climax hit her and her body shattered
into a thousand pieces.
 
Cole felt
her spasm around him and let himself go with a loud moan, grinding into her,
his ejaculation pulsing deep inside her body.
 

They stayed locked together for a long time,
him still deep inside her and Sophie with her arms above her head.
 
When he was able to see again, Cole
looked down into Sophie’s eyes.
 
Her
vulnerable expression touched his heart.
 
Cole kissed her gently before rolling off of her and pulling Sophie back
towards his chest.
 
He threw the
bed’s cover over both of them and wrapped his arms around her, spooning her
tightly.

They both fell asleep within minutes.

****

When Sophie opened her eyes soft morning
sunlight was streaming into the bedroom.
 
Cole was already awake, watching her with a tender look in his
eyes.
 
She felt her heart
clench.
 
They were back in the real
world.

“We can’t see each other anymore,” Sophie
whispered, struggling not cry.
 
Giving up Cole was a huge sacrifice, however she worked too hard to get
where she was to throw it all away on an affair.
 
Even if she thought she was falling in
love with Cole.
 
Sophie needed to
follow her head, not her heart.

Cole reached over and brushed a wisp of blonde
hair out of her eyes.

“I know,” he replied softly.
 
“But here’s the thing Sophie.
 
I’m not ready to give up on us.
 
I know our relationship has been a
whirlwind, but I’ve come to care for you.
 
Deeply.”

“Where does that leave us?”

“I’m going to wait for you Sophie, and I ask
you do the same.
 
There are only six
months left in your residency program.
 
Once you graduate, no one can claim our relationship is inappropriate.”

“I know taking a break is the best thing for
us right now, but it’s going to be hard.
 
I’ll hate seeing you at the hospital, and knowing I can’t touch or hold
you.”

“It’ll be tough for me too, Sophie.
 
I’ll be traveling quite a bit over the
next few months, which will hopefully make the time go by quicker.”

Sophie
felt a sense of relief.
 
Maybe if
she didn’t see him, being apart wouldn’t hurt so much.
 
“Why are you going to be traveling?”

“I’ll be shuttling back and forth to
Scotland.
 
I’m trying to convince an
old college buddy, Liam MacGregor, to transfer to University of Seattle.
 
We have a Service Chief vacancy in
OB/GYN, and Liam would be the perfect fit.
 
He’d also come with a lot of research money, which the department
desperately needs.”

“What are we going to do about Dr.
Mapleton?
 
He either knows or
suspects we’re involved.
 
He’ll make
my life a living hell over the next six months.”

“Leave it to me, Sophie,” Cole replied.
 
“I put a plan in place to take Bruce
down ages ago.
 
I’ve been biding my
time, waiting for the right moment.
 
It might take a couple of weeks, but he’ll definitely be getting his
comeuppance.”

Chapter
Thirteen

“The private investigator came through,”
Crystal said gleefully.
 
“I picked
up a memory stick loaded with pictures of Drs. Armstrong and Benedict this
morning!”

Bruce barely repressed the urge to pump his
fist in victory.
 
Instead he began
stroking his mustache, the soothing motion calming the excited jitters coursing
through Bruce’s body.
 
He couldn’t
wait for Cole to finally be taken down.

Although two weeks had passed, Bruce was
still furious with Cole over their confrontation in the surgeon's
breakroom.
 
He didn’t remember much
from that night due to his slight overindulgence in bourbon.
 
However, Bruce recalled Sophie trying to
seduce him before Cole burst in and threw him across the break room in a
jealous rage.
 
He woke up on the
floor.
 
Thankfully a custodian shook
him awake before any of the other surgeons arrived.
 

“How damning is the evidence?” Bruce asked.

“There’s obvious evidence of an affair,” Crystal
replied.
 
“The private investigator
photographed the doctors walking to Dr. Armstrong’s vehicle, holding hands, and
kissing outside of his home.”

Bruce tamped down his disappointment the
investigator wasn’t able to catch Cole and Sophie in flagrante delicto.
 
However, the photographic evidence the
private investigator provided was enough to prove Cole and Sophie were in
engaged in an inappropriate relationship.
 
University of Seattle Medical School policy strictly forbade
fraternization and forming personal relationships with subordinates.
 
As the Dean, Dr. Armstrong was held to
the highest standard.
 
When the
photographs came to light, he would be disgraced.
 

“Marvelous,” Bruce replied, continuing to
stroke his mustache, lost in thought.
 
“How should we reveal the photos?” he asked himself.
 
“We could compile the photos into a
collage, print it on a banner, and then hire a pilot to fly the banner over the
stadium during the next Malamute football game!
 
Or, we could have a picture printed on
mugs and send them to the faculty council.
 
The possibilities are endless.”

“Actually, there is a time limit on our
proof,” Crystal said, interrupting his musings.
 
“Alex Jones left a note with the memory
stick.
 
He said the photos are only
good for 48 hours.
 
After that
point, an embedded program scrambles the drive.
 
The pictures can’t be saved on any other
device.
 
If we want access for more
than 48 hours, we have to pay the investigator an additional $2,500.”

“That’s outrageous!” Bruce yelled.
 
“I told you private investigators are
lowlifes.”

“I agree,” Crystal replied with a sharp
nod.
 
“Since we are not paying that
scam artist another cent, we need to act fast.
 
I think we should reveal the photos at
faculty council meeting tomorrow.
 
I
can add them into my quarterly HR presentation.”

“Excellent idea, cupcake,” Bruce said with a
grin.
 
“It doesn’t have the
wow
factor I was going for, but it’s
very effective.
 
After the big
reveal, I can move for an immediate vote to terminate Cole’s appointment.”

“Then they will finally realize you should
have been appointed Dean, not Cole Armstrong.”

“Precisely.
 
I’ll magnanimously offer to assist the
council in cleaning up the mess resulting from Cole’s affair.
 
We’ll terminate Sophie from the
Residency program and provide her with a modest settlement.
 
Cole will be offered a payout as well,
but only if he signs a gag order and adheres to his non-compete agreement.
 
He’ll have to move out of state if he
wants to practice medicine.
 
Finally, after everything is wrapped up, I’ll ascend to my rightful
position as Dean of the School of Medicine.”

****

Samantha Walberg flushed beet red and broke
out into a nervous sweat.
 
She was
desperately trying not to eavesdrop on Crystal and Dr. Mapleton’s conversation,
but their loud voices carried through the closed office door.
 
She wrung her hands in
consternation.
 
Sam couldn’t believe
they were trying to get Dean Armstrong fired!
 
He was the nicest man.
 
Dean Armstrong always took the time to
chat with Sam and indulge in the chocolate bars she set aside for him.
 

Crystal’s office door opened, startling
her.
 
Sam stifled a squeak.
 
Dr. Mapleton walked out and exited the
suite without even acknowledging her presence.
 
Crystal stepped out of her office and barked,
“Assemble my slides for the HR presentation tomorrow.
 
I need you to compile all of the reports
and graphics.
 
Leave room at the end
of the presentation for an impromptu revelation.”

“Yes, Ms. Bridges,” Sam replied.
 
“I’ll get on it right away.”

“Make sure you do Sam,” Crystal replied with
a frown.
 
“Keep in mind, you are
currently on probation due to your failure to adequately review my paperwork.”

Crystal slammed her door.
 
Sam felt anxious tears prick the corners
of her eyes, and blinked them back.
 
“No crying at work,” she mentally admonished herself.
 
Sam stared at Crystal’s closed door for
a minute before opening up her desk drawer and gathering her purse.
 
She was NOT going to let Crystal and Dr.
Mapleton ruin the Dean’s career.
 
Sam stood up and marched out of the office.
 
If Crystal wanted to fire Sam for
abandoning her desk, so be it.
 
She
could take the job and shove it!

Chapter
Fourteen

“As you can see from this chart, state
funding decreased 5% this quarter and research funding was up 7.5%.
 
This is the result of an increase in
funding to our institution, as well as a strengthening of the overall state
economy.
 
Based on my projections,
this will become an ongoing trend,” the finance presenter said.

Crystal looked away from the screen and out
on the audience.
 
The majority of
the faculty in attendance were either sleeping, surfing the
internet
,
or texting on their phones.
 
She
resisted the impulse to snap at them.
 
Didn’t they realize this information was important?

Crystal smiled to herself.
 
They would be paying attention soon
enough when they got an eyeful of Dean Armstrong’s indiscretions.

She looked around the room.
 
Bruce was at the front of the room, as
always.
 
He had his laptop open
pretending to take notes, but Crystal knew he was really reviewing university
code so that he’d be ready to cite the books when making the argument for
Cole’s firing.

On the other side of the table sat Cole
himself.
 
He looked cool and
unruffled, as always.
 
Cole’s skin
glowed against his crisp white shirt.
 
He appeared to be devoting his full attention to the presentation.
 
Crystal was momentarily pleased, but
then remembered herself.
 
“Enjoy
your last few minutes as Dean,” she thought.

At the back of the room running the A/V was
Eric Chambers.
 
Light from the
projector reflected back at the tall IT Director’s handsome face, casting it in
long shadows.
 
He was looking at
Crystal, his gaze aggressive and hostile.
 
She broke the eye contact and turned away, uncomfortable.
 
“Once Cole is out of the picture,”
Crystal decided, “I’ll have to start looking into the IT department.
 
It could use some tightening up.”

The finance speaker finished and left the
podium.
 
It was Crystal’s turn to
present the latest HR facts and figures, something she relished since she loved
talking about herself and educating others on human resources - the lifeblood
of any organization.

Crystal watched Eric load her memory stick
into the room’s computer.
 
Her first
slide popped up, detailing statistical data on the School of Medicine’s latest
hiring and firing numbers.
 
She went
into autopilot mode, droning on about the importance of a strong HR presence in
everything Medicine was involved in.

Crystal looked over the audience as she
spoke.
 
She met eyes with Bruce who
gave her a private wink.
 
As soon as
the slide with the pictures popped up, he’d be ready to take over and start the
termination voting process.
 
They
had it all worked out.

“As you can see by this chart,” Crystal
droned on, trying to tamp down her excitement.
 
The big finale was at hand.
 
“It’s imperative that any large
university and research institution be led by people of strong character and
values.
 
Strict policies against
employee fraternization, like the ones we have here at the University of
Seattle, are vital in keeping the lines clear between reporting
relationships.
 
The stronger our
program is, the higher our retention rates are for quality faculty and
staff.”
 
Crystal turned on her laser
pointer, and aimed it at the screen.
 
“On this graph, you can see this trend is also true over all our peer
institutions.”

She cleared her throat loudly, causing some
of the gathered faculty to look up in annoyance.
 
Crystal smiled smugly and said, “This is
why it’s so unfortunate that here in our very own institution the very leaders
we count on to be held as examples and set standards for the rest of us have
let us down.”

She cued the next slide, which should have
been a close up of Cole and Sophie on his front porch.
 
They had their arms wrapped around each
other and his head was bent towards her, with obvious intent.
 
Crystal knew the room would go
nuts.
 
She couldn’t wait to see
their expressions and hear their outrage.

She looked out into the audience.
 
Everyone was paying attention now, their
gazes locked onto the screen.
 
Crystal heard heavy breathing playing over the speakers.
 
“There’s no audio in my presentation,”
she thought, confused.
 
Crystal
turned to face the screen.

Instead of the still photo damning Cole and
Sophie, a video clip was playing.
 
The shot was a dark interior, the lens panning around to reveal
bookcases.
 
“What the hell is this?”
Crystal snapped.
 
She looked back at
Eric Chambers.
 
“This isn’t my
slide.”

Eric shrugged nonchalantly and made no move
to stop the new show.

The camera angle opened up to reveal more of
the office.
 
Crystal saw a familiar
dartboard on the back wall and her heart started to race.
 
“No!” she screamed.

She looked at Bruce who was staring at the
screen in puzzlement.
 
She saw the
moment of realization on his face when he recognized it was his office on the
screen.

The heaving breathing grew louder as the
camera panned out further.
 
The
frame soon included two people.
 
Bruce Mapleton was standing in front of his desk, pants bunched around
his ankles. Kneeling at his feet, head bobbing back and forth like a piston,
was Crystal Bridges.

Crystal snapped.
 
She tore at the projection screen,
trying to stop the damning video, but instead the anchors ripped from the wall
and the screen fell at her feet.
 
The
film did not stop.
 
Now it was
projected, with equal clarity, on the whiteboard behind the screen.
 
Crystal shrieked in frustration, vaulted
over a chair, and clawed her way to the projector.
 
She pushed Eric Chambers aside, picked
up the computer, and threw it on the ground.
 
It cracked, freezing the video at the
moment Dr. Mapleton reached his climax.
 
The shot of Bruce, face twisted in ecstasy, remained projected on the
whiteboard.