Warning: This chapter contains scenes of sexuality. Reader's discretion is advised.
Harleen straightened up her dorm room as well as she could. No matter how hard she tried to clean it, dust would always find its way in. For what it looked like at the moment, she was pretty satisfied with the condition of her room. She wanted to make a lasting impression on Dr. Odin Markus, one of the heads of the psychology department.
It was not long until she heard a knock on her door. Butterflies filled her stomach as her hand neared the door knob. As she grabbed hold of it, a wave of goose bumps shot up her arm. It's now or never, thought Harleen.
She opened the door and her roommate, Jacqueline, came rushing in. "Oh my gosh, Harl! I forgot my key in the room again," laughed the redheaded girl. She searched through the chest at the foot of her bed. Clothes were scattered all over the room in the process. She grabbed a set of keys – which looked more like a set of key chains – three big textbooks, and ran out the door while yelling, "See you later Ha-"
Jacqueline bumped into a fat man with greying hair and thick glasses, and they both fell to the floor. One of Jacqueline's textbooks fell on the man's face. Harleen was horrified at the sight of this. Her cheeks burned.
"Dr. Markus!" exclaimed Harleen. "I'm so sorry." Upon hearing this, Jacqueline quickly fled the scene. Harleen helped the man up and shut the door behind her. "You can't imagine how sorry I am."
"It's all right, Harleen," replied the doctor as he wiped his lenses with his handkerchief. "Now what was this thesis you were so eager to tell me about?"
Harleen was dumbstruck. Dr. Marcus was so casual about what just happened. Maybe she had no reason to be worried after all. This boosted her confidence.
"Well, as you may know, Gotham City is a safe city. We have many laws that protect our citizens," said Harleen. She thought she saw Dr. Markus roll his eyes. "I believe that there are only two circumstances under which one would disregard the rules of society." The doctor leaned forward. "When they commit a crime," Harleen paused. Dr. Markus nodded for her to continue. She smiled, and playfully tilted her head. "Or when they're in love."
Dr. Markus leaned back on the chair he was sitting on and looked up at the blonde that was standing before him. He had heard she was one of the top gymnasts of Gotham, a leading contender for the American Olympics team. Her body definitely showed it. However, she was far taller than any gymnast would normally be. This seemed unusual to him.
He leaned forward again, his elbows on his knees. One hand supported the weight of his chins and the other gently caressed Harleen's inner thigh under her skirt. It was as soft as silk.
Harleen was revolted by this act. "I'm sorry, sir. I wouldn't have invited you here if this is what it would come down to." She moved back a few inches, but Dr. Markus' hand followed. She shoved it away, and the man suddenly stood up. She was slightly taller than he was.
"Harleen, are you aware of how respected Gotham State University's Psychology Department is in this country?" asked Odin. His hand found its way to her neck. She looked away, disgusted. Dr. Markus placed his other hand on the small of her back. He pulled her closer to him. "What's the matter Harleen?"
"Nothing," she mumbled.
"I thought so," he claimed. He threw her on her roommate's bed and pinned her shoulders with his knees. Harleen could barely breathe. She almost threw up as Odin pulled his cock from his pants and slapped it against her face. "Why don't you taste it?"
Harleen decided that it was too late to turn back.
She took the man's dick in her mouth and started to tease it. Her tongue swirled around its head then massaged its slit. Markus moaned. He grabbed her by her hair and forced his shaft down her throat. Harleen gagged a little but was able to keep it there for a good ten seconds. She was able to withdraw her head for air before the doctor forced it back down. This time it only went halfway. He held her head in place and fucked her mouth. The suction of her mouth was ecstasy. She was even able to play with his foreskin.
Harleen suddenly had the vision of Dr. Markus blasting his load all over her Jacqueline's bed. She had to prevent this from happening, or Jacqueline would never forgive her.
Her head still bouncing on the man's cock, the skilled gymnast wrapped her legs around his neck and pulled him down to the ground. She was able to gasp for air as she sat on the edge of the bed. She was semi relieved to see the fat ass still intact. His whole weight was being supported by his head and neck. His legs were in the air, exposing his nasty butthole at Harleen. She swore it winked at her.
The doctor pulled on her hair, and she was forced to go down on him again. Her throat needed a break, so she inhaled one of his testicles into her mouth. She sucked on it softly, making the man moan with joy. She let go of his testes but continued to nibble on his scrotum.
Suddenly his sphincter pinched her chin and three thick blasts of spunk hit his cheeks and glasses. He had a wide smile on his face.
"It's been a while since someone made me feel as good as you just did."
Harleen just gazed at the floor. The room was silent for a good minute or two.
"Harleen, you should receive a letter before the end of the month," said Dr. Markus casually, cleaning himself of his cum. He buckled his pants back up and quietly left.
Harleen wanted to hurl. The taste of the doctor's sweat and stink covered her mouth area. Her spit brought some of it down to her cleavage. Her white blouse was not as covering as it should have been. It was a gift from Jacqueline. This was her fault.
No, it was not. It was her fault.
No, it was not. It was Dr. Odin Markus' fault.
Welcome to the Psychology Department, Harleen told herself as she sat in the middle of her cluttered room, crying.
Still, dust continued to find its way in.