A/N - This is my first ever fanfic so please be kind. I hope to upload new chapters regularly. R&R, please; it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you, in advance. I hope you enjoy. ~AdM~
Chapter 1: His Apprentice
The young woman flushed under the intensity of his gaze. She chewed her cherry lips. Her stormy eyes fell to the floor as his scrutinised her. She was in her mid-twenties and had vibrant red hair that spilled down her back, reaching down to the top of her thighs. Her skin was pale, but not unattractively so. She was slightly short with ample breasts and a full hour-glass figure, which was shown off well by her choice of clothing - her white blouse lay open enough to reveal a tantalising glimpse of her magnificent cleavage, a wide leather belt highlighted her slender waist, her skirt flowed over her hips to her knees, her fitted leather boots hugged her calves…
He became aware that his colleague had finished speaking. A reply was expected of him. Damn it all. He cast his mind back over the dialogue and analysed it for meaning. Ah…
"Very well. Thank you, Professor. I believe I can take the young lady from here. If you'll excuse us, we must make preparations for the next class. Please follow me, miss."
He took off down the corridor, briskly, robe billowing behind him. The girl fell into step, just a pace behind him. He could hear the clicking of her footsteps on the stone floor as she followed him closely down to the lab. He tried to rid his mind of the images it had conjured at his words. Why had he used that particular phrase? I can take her. The pictures filled his head once more. Her, on the edge of his desk, arms and legs wrapped round him. Her, straddling him, breasts bouncing. Her, lying beneath him, hair splayed out like a crimson halo. And always, his hard shaft buried deep inside her.
He opened the heavy wooden door and the sharp chemical scents helped to clear his mind. This was his domain. Feeling more in control of himself, he handed her a lab coat and reached for a spare textbook. Quickly finding the pages he intended to use for the coming lesson, he passed her the book and requested that she assembled the appropriate apparatus ready for demonstration. Let's see how capable you are. She read for a moment before looking around her, nodded and set to work. He watched in grim approval as she efficiently collected the required equipment and took it to the workbench on the raised platform, having correctly deduced that this was the most logical place for a demonstration. Her nimble hands worked quickly and gracefully. Soon she had everything set up, but she referred back to the book in order to double check.
"Excellent," he was pleased. She seemed fairly competent. Good. He wasn't the sort to molly-coddle. "Thank you. Take a seat," he said, indicating the chair beside his desk, "the students will be here momentarily. I must collect some supplies." He left her alone with her thoughts.