It was the summer of summers, Lillian a honor student stayed back after school hours to round a paper she has been working on for months.

She looks very ordinary with her signature horned framed glass from the 80’s, dark eyes and brown moose hair. After a long day at the university library she got a call from her roommate. Same old emergency with her boyfriend.

Violet, the life of the party but in an abusive relationship. She hurriedly left to comfort and nurse her back to glee.

It was 8:45pm when it dawned on Lillian that her laptop was still at the library unlocked. She dashed down to the library but it was too late since the library closes at exactly 8 pm.

She pleaded with security guards to let her pick up her laptop, she was still racking her brain for a sympathy tactic she could use on the guard when her phone rang.

It was one of her professors, actually professor Maxwell is the youngest and the fairest of them all.

She picked up, nervous but curious how he got her mobile number and why he called, " Lillian ," he said, "I found your laptop lying around unattended-to when I visited the library this evening, so I took it with me to prevent some sticky fingers taking it instead. So, see me in my office immediately to retrieve it, I will wait for you till 10pm.

"Good grief!," She sighed when she cut the call, frustrated and scared out of her wits about her secret persona since she forgot to log out of her Vlog before she left the library. If Prof. Maxwell is the nosy type -which she fear he is- then, she is in big trouble.

Lillian stumbled towards Maxwell's office hoping lady luck will be kind and he won't notice a thing. She knocked on the door and waited for his permission to enter.

Professor Maxwell is presumed to be an absolutist by everyone. His perfect dentition with row of pearl white teeth was the first feature she noticed when she entered his office. Then he stood up to welcome her and her treacherous heart skipped several beats when she saw his tall masculine body. She'd often wondered how he can have the face of an angel and the body of a beast.

She lost all her senses as he swaggered towards her and proceeded to sit on the edge of the table in front of her. She felt like a caged animal under his scrutinizing gaze and she suddenly took interest in her unpolished toe nails.

"No need to be shy, Lillian. It's unbecoming of you", he said.

Lillian knew something was up when he heard the sarcasm loud and clear but she decided to play dumb, hoping he'd let it go eventually and give her the laptop without a fuss.

"There is your laptop Lillian," he said. "Or should I call you wild bunny?"

Lillian can tell trouble from afar and Maxwell's knowledge of her secret is a box of trouble. Handling him should be easy, she would have to shut him up and murder is out of it.

Maxwell close the gap between him and Lillian and yank the brown wig off her head, her golden locks cascaded down her shoulders like liquid gold.

They both gasped at the same time, Lillian out of shock and Maxwell out of surprise.

"I'd be damned", he said, "so you're blonde."

The look on Maxwell face wasn't foreign to Lillian as she was used to being called the modern day Helen of Troy since she was an infant. Blessed with luscious blonde hair, sapphire eyes and beautiful features.

She wasn't just a pretty face but also very brilliant. But, she was a complete package that came with a flaw; she got exposed to sex at a very tender age which turned her into a nymphomaniac.

A beautiful brilliant girl with a promising future who also is a porn star in the making seem like a clash of character so she decided on a new look the moment she received her scholarship.

A brown hair and eyes was her idea of a perfect look for a studious honor student.

Maxwell chuckled like a girl that just discovered a new shiny toy, he stared at her while caressing his chin.

"You don't have to be scared, Lillian. I won't disclose your secret identity to anyone, i know what's at stake if the school authorities discover who you really are", he said with a smile.

Relief washed over Lillian like a bowl of lukewarm water and she muttered a quick thank you to Lady Luck till she heard his next sentence.

"But you do realize that keeping my mouth shut will come with a price, right?

Lillian didn't like the look on his face and she wished she could wipe that smug look off with a slap, but she wasn't in any position to do that except she was willing to risk losing her scholarship and getting expelled.

"So what do you want?," she asked

"Hmmmm. How about being my personal slave till you graduate," he replied.

Lillian saw it coming. But she didn't expect him to be totally shameless about it.

He popped his feet on the table and adjusted his sitting position. "We'll sign a contract and you'll come to me anytime I call for you. And you must come as you are, no brown wig and contacts".

Lillian didn't want to make it easy for him, he is not God so he just can't be throwing orders around just because he found out her true identity.

"And if I don't comply?"

He grinned. "We both know what will be the result of your disobedience, my little bunny. So, go home and rest, the contract will be ready tomorrow."

Lillian trudged back to the hostel like a defeated solider, her roommate was too absorbed with her cheating boyfriend to notice the raw, troubled look on Lillian 's face.

She tossed and turned all night long with thoughts of how to escape this sticky situation she walked into. But at the crack of dawn, her best option remained the same; she can only win by succumbing to the professor's evil scheme.

She knocked lightly on Maxwell's door the evening of the next day and entered at his command. He looked dashing as always with an evil glint in his eyes. He obviously seemed to enjoy her nervous state and mocked her for acting like a ram on its way to its slaughter.

"So, have you thought about my proposal, Sugar Pie?", he said as he looked at her sternly.
"I must add that I am not a very patient man but I have given you enough time to come up with an answer."

She inhaled and exhaled like a dying patient on life support. "I'm here with a while flag up, since I have no other choice." Lilian replied flatly.

"Well, you're a very smart girl and you know what will happen if you give me the wrong answer." He replied calmly.

Lillian stared at him long and hard, trying not to feel intimidated by his mocking gaze. She wasn't prepared to give him the satisfaction of seeing her being squirmy just because he is in charge.

"So, will that be all?, "she asked, eager to rid herself of his presence.

"No sugar pie, we are yet to sign the contract," he replied and pushed a paper towards her.

Lillian picked up the contract and read through it in a glance. Then she picked up a pen on the table and signed it.

She threw the contract on his table and turned to leave but he stopped her. "Not so fast, speedster. We are not done yet," he said.

He picked up a package on his table and walked towards her with it. Then he handed it to her with a piece of paper on top.

"What's this?," she asked.

"Your attire and the venue of our first meeting with the time," he replied with a smirk.

"Tomorrow night?, that's way too early," she protested.

"I make the rules honey, so be there on time tomorrow," he said. "And please no wigs and contacts".

She glared at him and stormed out of his office. She was still furious by the time she got back to the hostel and luckily enough, her roommate wasn't there to witness her scream into her pillow.

She tore open the package he gave her and gawked at the content laid neatly inside; A leotard, a leather collar with a silver chain and bunny headband.

"Sick bastard "she muttered under her breathe and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

She removed her wig and watched as her golden hair cascaded down her back in the mirror. The soft curls caress the gentle swell of her youthful breast. For a slight moment, an image of her in the attire Maxwell gave while kneeing in front of him flashed across her mind.

She stared at her reflection horrified and wondered if she might be a masochist.

She tried to wash away the delightful images of her and Maxwell from her head to no avail. She finally fell asleep at the wee hours of the morning and he still came into her dreams.

Later that evening, she sat in front of her mirror fully dolled up in the attire Maxwell gave her the previous day. She ran her fingers through her golden curls and wondered why she felt excited when she should hate it.

She slipped in some pair of red stilettos and threw on her army green trench coat to hide what she has on. The hostel was nearly empty by the time she left the building so no one she knew saw her.

Then she boarded a taxi to the entrance of the hotel where Maxwell was waiting for her.

She stood at the door of his room for a while, confused with the mixed feelings of the anticipation of ecstasy, and the slight disgust. She couldn't bring herself to knock, not with the butterflies in her stomach and her sweaty palms.

She finally decided to knocked on the door and slowly entered hesitantly. He stood with his broad back to her.

He turned to face her when he heard the door close and she sucked in her breath at the sight of his gorgeous face.

She realized she's ill, because if not, her heart won't flutter at the sight of her blackmailer.

He walked towards her with a playful glint in his eyes, he placed his hands on her shoulder and gently dragged the tench coat from her body.

She tensed up, making it impossible for him to remove it all the way.

"Relax honey," he coaxed. "I'm not gonna eat you."

He said he won't eat her but the look in his eyes tells her the opposite.

He plants a kiss on her neck and she felt her body betraying her as she lets out a sensual sigh.

The night was young and they had all the time in the world and yet a slight touch from him already sent her into a thousand orgasmic pleasure.

Delightful Blackmail