"You are most certainly not a wh*re, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and I want to make you feel like you are”.  Meet Patrick, a sexually frustrated young man with a deep crush on his lecturer”. 
Miss Tolu was my Acc210 professor. She was lovely at 5'5 and 140 pounds, with light black hair, a 32 C breast, a slender waist, broad hips, and a nice fat round butt.
She was stunning, especially with her dark eyes. I didn't know her age at the time, but I guessed she was in her mid to late 30s.
After many sexcapades, a mysterious event occurred.

Crazy pleasure

　　It was very straightforward as it unfolded. So goddamn sexist. So fricking typical of a male power play dominated workplace. Every rule was broken and then more in every known employee’s code that protects young women from predatory males in the workplace on paper. Christ, this is 2022, not 1922.


　　Before I entered the big boss’s son’s office on the top floor, I knew I was in a job security freefall. He was the employment manager. Well, as I had heard, what a laugh he was also the secretary pussy manager. A natural sod too at the hiring and firing.


　　It was brutal as I entered his office and later as he entered me.


　　It started with: “Sit down, Ms Collins...Ms Jayde Collins...isn’t it?"


　　Of course, he knew who I was; he had my bloody personnel file open in front of him. Twenty years of age, with the company since college, mmm, yes, two years ago. Status: single. Why do they need to know that? Oh, to fuck you. They would anyway, Miss, Ms, Mrs.


CHAPTER 100 Be F'cked Or Be Fired