Rose was ecstatic to be in New Orleans for her 21st birthday. Nothing like hitting Bourbon Street for your first legal drinking night. As her brother drove, searching for a place to park, her two cousins in the backseat were reminding her of the rules.
"Drink wanter in between drinks."
"Don't forget to eat."
"Don't accept any drinks from anyone but us."
She nodded to all of their demands. She knew they were just trying to protect her. As the only girl in the generation, everyone in the family was a little overbearing at times, but she knew it was because they loved her. It's not like she didn't know how high the danger of date rape drugs were. A girl in her class had been raped only a few months back. But that wasn't something she was going to dwell on. She was with family. They wouldn't let anything happen to her.
School didn't start for another day, but Helena found herself waiting outside her advisor's office on Labor Day. She wore her usual outfit of a plaid, pleated skirt and white blouse. Now, she wondered if she should have dressed more conservatively. She had always had a small crush on her advisor, and it seemed to grow as she got older. When he had taught her last semester, she spent almost as much time fantasizing about him as she did on her homework.
The door suddenly opened and she found herself face to face with the man who expanded her mind by day and starred in her dreams. He turned to let her pass. "Helena, please come in."
She walked into his office and sat in the chair in the corner and placed her bag on the floor. When she looked up, he was watching her. He closed the door and walked to his own seat behind the desk. He interlaced his fingers and leaned forward. "Do you know why I called you in here?"
She shook her head. "I'm not sure, sir. You didn't say in your email."
He turned his computer monitor toward her and she sucked in a breath. On the screen was her secret Tumblr account, filled with black and white images and gifs of her darkest desire: to be completely dominated by a man. She stared, unable to take her eyes away until her advisor said, "Do you think it is polite to be online during class?"
His tone made her eyes snap to his. "No—no, sir."
He stood up and came closer to her until he stood in front of her. "Your parents pay a lot of money for you to get your education. Do you think a good daughter would be wasting their investment? Especially when you want to study abroad this year. You should have been paying extra attention last semester so you would qualify."
Again, she replied, "No, sir." When he didn't say anything, she asked, "Am I expelled, sir?"
"No. But you must be punished for your disrespect."
She cast her eyes downward and tried to ignore how those words, especially said by him, made her throb between her thighs.
She has always had a love-hate relationship with summer. The season meant freedom from work, but the weather often was too hot to enjoy. When it was really hot and she was too stir crazy to stay inside with the air conditioner, she'd go to the beach.
Today was one of those days. She wore her favorite red bikini. It was by no means the sexiest suit being sold that summer, but it made her feel super sexy. And, if she was being honest, she also wore it because the hot lifeguard had complimented her on it the first time she'd worn it and had made his interest clear the other times she'd worn it by not taking his eyes off her as she swam or sunbathed. When she arrived, she set up her towel and blanket in the open spot near his station. Normally, it was filled and she wondered if he had saved it for her.
She looked up, expecting to see him, but it was a female lifeguard she hadn't seen before. She tried to ignore the twinge of disappointment and started walking toward the water. She was waist-deep when she felt something squeeze her thigh. She turned around and saw the lifeguard standing behind her. He winked. She smiled, but still said, "Don't sneak up on me, you scared me!"
"Sorry," he replied. He didn't sound it at all.
"Are you off duty today?"
"Yes. I'm moving away tomorrow and I wanted to enjoy my last day here on my own time."
"Where are you going?"
"Anyway, just wanted to say I'll miss seeing you. You do look very enticing in that bikini."
He leaned closer. "It's a shame I never got to see what's under it." She felt a sudden need throb between her legs and clenched her thighs tighter together. He didn't seem to notice, and walked away.
She watched his retreating back and decided a swim would help her cool off. She dove under the water and started swimming. She pushed herself farther than usual, but stopped just short of leaving the safe distance from shore. She began to tread water for about. Watching the beach and people. Maybe the next lifeguard would be just as enticing. Or maybe she'd switch to a pool next summer. She was still debating between the two options when she felt something cold and slimy wrap around her thigh and squeeze. She tried to kick it off, but it only tightened around her. It wasn't a playful one like the lifeguard had given her. No, it was possessive and almost hungry.