Date Posted as part of Second Server Celebration: 25 Feb 2001 

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                         The Server
                             by
                       Kenny N Gamera

Karen wanted to cry. Prof. Erwin could see that, and he felt
that it was a good sign.  If they weren't angry at this
point or playing dumb but were instead crying, that meant
that they both understood what was about to happen to them
and they were going to do it.  Yes, he thought, crying meant
that they had given up.

Karen knew it as well.  Part of her still fought, but most
of her realized that it was over for her.  Prof. Erwin may
not have said what she needed to do to save her academic
career; still, it was clear where this was heading.  Karen
just tried to delay things long enough to get used to the
idea.

Prof. Erwin stood up and walked around his desk.  He didn't
hide the fact that he was checking Karen out.  He made with
the elevator eyes and even moved his head up and down as he
scanned the seated girl.  Then he leaned against the desk
and crossed his arms.

"Karen, I want you to explain exactly what it was that you
did to bring yourself here."  His voice was firm and
practiced, copied from the type of voice a TV father would
use in the fifties.

"I cheated, Prof. Erwin," answered Karen looking down into
her lap, her eyes focused on her hands.  She just wanted
this over with in the worst way, but Prof. Erwin kept
prolonging the torture.  He wouldn't come out and say it and
it was driving her mad.

"Karen, I said exactly.  `I cheated' is hardly very exact
now is it, young lady." It was not a question and Karen
realized it.  She shook her head no.  "Tell me exactly what
you did."

"During the mid-term, I help my roommate on the lecture mid-
term.  She was failing the class, and they were going to
throw her out of school at the end of the term and..."

"Instead she got thrown out in the middle of the term."  She
couldn't be made to understand the alternative.  Karen was
much brighter and very willing, as well.  "And how did you
help her, Karen?"

"I let her see my test."

"Let's see," commented Prof. Erwin.  "You exposed your exam
to a fellow student with the express purpose of allowing
this student to copy your answers.  You both were caught and
the other student has already been expelled..." Karen winced
at that new information. "...We have a strict code of
conduct here at Mason University, and YOU have violated it.
Now, Karen explain why we shouldn't expel you as well."

"I...I...," Karen just sputtered.  He wanted her to say it
first.  She fidgeted in the hard chair.  He was making it so
damn hard.

"Out with it, girl," Prof. Erwin ordered with a knowing
smile.

"I'll...I'll do anything," came at last from her lips.  She
lowered her head in shame.  It sounded so much like
something from one of the cheap novels that her father had
hidden in his closet.  She never imagined that she herself
would say such a thing to anyone let alone her college
philosophy professor.  She wanted to die.

He could see her break; she was now his to use and he would.
"Do you know what can be meant by `anything,' Karen?"

"Yes."

"I doubt it, but I think you have a clue, which will help"
replied the professor.  he moved back behind his desk and
took a note pad and began writing.  "Have you ever waited
tables, Karen?"

Shocked by the very sudden and unexpected change of subject,
Karen only mumbled a quick "yes".

"Good! That will help you."  He handed her a slip of paper
with a name and the address of the faculty club.  "If you
are not aware of it, I am president of the faculty club.  We
at Mason University have one of the best faculty clubs in
the country and one of the few that is not running in red
ink.

"Report to this address tomorrow and see Mrs. Baker.  She
will be expecting you."

Karen got up to leave.  Just as she got to the door, she
heard Prof. Erwin call her back.  She closed her eyes and
shuttered as she heard the sound of a lowering zipper.  She
just held the door handle.

"Karen, I think I deserve a down payment on `anything.'
It's just to prove that you understand, mind you."

Karen lowered her book bag, and went over to the professor's
desk.  It was wooden, very old but still wooden.  Her other
professors had steel desks, but only Prof. Erwin had a
wooden desk in his office.  There was also plenty of room,
she found, between the two sets of desk drawers.

She got down to her knees and crawled under the desk as she
had been told.  After Prof. Erwin had pulled his chair
forward and trapped her in that dark space, Karen reached
into his already opened trousers and pulled his semi-flaccid
tool from his boxers.  With being told , she closed her
mouth around it.

He grew quickly after that and Karen soon was able to begin
doing her best at giving her professor a good blowjob.
After her head had hit the bottom of the pencil drawer a few
times she quit trying to fuck his dick with her mouth.  She
held her head still and stimulated his glans with her mouth
and tongue while she used one hand to jack on the shaft and
the other to fondle his testicles.

Prof. Erwin picked up the phone and hit a button on the
speed dial.  After one ring it was answered.

"Hello, Karen?" said Prof. Erwin before the person on the
other end could speak.

"Hello, Sammy.  Is this about those two girls?"

"Yep, the bimbo couldn't catch on.  I would have had to
spell it out, so, she's gone.  Probably off campus by now."

"How about the other one?"

"She's under my desk right now."

"Any good?"

"Not bad, Karen.  Oh, and her name is Karen, too."

"Hmm! Karen2, that'll be fun."

"She'll be over tomorrow.  She's waitressed before and so
you should be able to use her right away."

"Well, Sammy, I've got to go.  After you feed her, get her
sizes and get them to my assistant so we can have a uniform
ready for her."

"Will do."

As she listened to Prof. Erwin finish his half of the call,
Karen decided to end her humiliation and finish off him off.
He apparently agreed for he lowered his hands to her hand
and began to encourage her with caresses and a little dirty
talk.  He began to force her head up and down just after she
felt him tense.  With just a few of the short movements, he
began to fill her mouth with cum.

Just before she could swallow; however, he pulled away
allowing his jism to flow from her mouth and down her chin.
Then the next pulse of semen shot at her face hitting her in
the eye and cheek.  Another shot landed on her nose.  That
was the last, anymore that came out merely flowed from the
head, down his shaft, and over her fingers.

"Karen!"

She looked up. A flash blinded her. The sound of an electric
motor followed.  She merely heard the pop of the next flash
as she recovered from the first.  She cringed at the thought
of pictures of this.  A desk draw opened and closed.

"Get up, Karen," the professor ordered.

As she used tissue to clean her face, she told him that her
pants were about a seven and that she wore a medium top.
Her shoe size was a tiny four.  She was then excused.  The
last thing she saw of the office was Prof. Erwin reaching
for the phone.

Karen ran quickly to her dorm, her previously well done
makeup now smeared noticeably around her face.  Her eye
shadow and mascara streaked down her face with tears that
welled in her eyes.  Fortunately, everyone who saw her
thought that it her appearance was the result of her crying.
No one suspected that the young co-ed had just given one of
her professors a blowjob under his desk and had received a
facial for her efforts.

As a result, she made her way to her room unmolested by any
of her acquaintances or friends.  She felt glad that she
wouldn't need to share that secret shame with anyone.  She
would die if she did.  She had sex before, not always on her
terms, but never had she been forced into the act.  Badgered
of course, what girl had never given in to the pleading of a
guy who seemed to have genuine feelings towards her.  Prof.
Erwin, however, had complete control over her in his office.
She had been left with little choice except to follow his
will.

She entered her room to find it literally half-empty.
Everything of her roommate had been cleaned out, so that the
half of the room nearest the door stood as desolate as a
desert.  Only suddenly at the mid-line of the room, did it
appear to be lived in.  Karen plopped down on the bare
mattress of the lower bunk.  She sighed, thinking that it
was now hers.  It felt like a very small reward for her
shameful act.

Karen thought about the justice of her situation.  Her
departed roommate still had her daddy to take care of her.
In a year, she would be married or in another school.  Karen
had only this scholarship to fall back on.  After this she
could only go home and become the sort of baby machine her
mother had been and had died from being.  Leaving Karen with
a generally kind but often drunken father and a second
stepmother only a few years older than she was.  Mason was
her only chance out of that sort of life; she could not
afford to lose it.

She dropped to her side on the bed.  Though her ear landed
on one of the buttons, she did not move to a more
comfortable position.  The trading sex she could deal with.
Women did that sort of thing all the time, for a lot less,
where she had come from.  Her current step-mom just slept
with her father because it kept her close to Karen's older
sister, who was also her lesbian lover.  Her father knew it,
too.  As long as he got his and they stayed quiet about it,
they could do what they want.

Karen was more disturbed by how she had felt by the
situation of being under his desk and under his control.
Her hand moved to the front of her jeans where she could
almost feel the moisture of her pussy through the denim.
She moved her hand to the top button and undid it.  In the
next moment, she had her zipper lowered and began to lower
her jeans enough to expose her panties.

She thought about the taste of Prof. Erwin's dick as her
fingers went under the elastic of her panties and into her
soaked cunt.  With just a bit of pressure, two fingers slid
into her.  She effortless pulled them out and then shoved
three fingers in.  That felt good and Karen moaned out loud.

She wondered how it would have felt to have Prof. Erwin's
dick in her pussy instead of her fingers.  It had been a
nice one.  Oh, one of her High School had a bigger cock, but
she had only given him a few hand jobs before she had caught
him with another girl.  After that, they had broken up.  She
had been disappointed because she had been looking forward
to trying to fit that piece of meat into her tight pussy;
now, she hoped that Prof. Erwin would break her into the
horse cock club as she and her friends called it.

As she thought about the long pole of her professor impaling
her, she began to fist herself gently with her hand as the
fingers of the other began to play with her clit.  Soon, the
sensations of her masturbation caused her to lose the thread
of her fantasy.  Lost in the feeling, her hand began to pump
in and out at a very rapid rate and at last she screamed in
orgasm and collapsed into a deep sleep.

She woke late the next morning still in her clothes.  She
went through the day like a zombie.  Only routine kept her
moving until it was time for her to go to her appointment
with the director at the faculty club.  It was housed in one
of the oldest and most historic buildings on the campus,
which was almost in the center of the "old campus" area.
She walked up the worn granite steps with a growing fear in
her heart that she was about to get in way over her young
head.

Her first look at her new boss only confirmed this.  She was
a short woman with short blond hair that was teased up in a
slightly punkish look.  Her eyes were blue and looked at her
in much of the same way as Prof. Erwin had.  Otherwise, she
leaned against her desk motionless and silent.  Her arms
were crossed and so were her shapely, plump legs beneath a
conservative shirt.

All in all, Karen was reminded of one of the girls on her
old high school's softball team.

As the woman studied her, Karen grew increasingly nervous.
And there was another feeling as well.  It was the now
familiar feeling that she had gotten while Prof. Erwin gave
her his ultimatum, yesterday.  She squirmed as she stood in
front of this woman, getting uncomfortably hot in the wrong
places.

After an eternity of seconds, the woman spoke in a strong
and sure voice, "So you are Karen.  Sam Erwin has many nice
things to say about you, Karen"

And I see that at least a few of them are correct, thought
the woman to herself before she continued.  "My name is
Karen Hunter, and I am the manager here at the faculty club.
Normally, a server such as you will be will work under the
headwaiter.  But you will be working directly under me for
the most part and will fill in the dinning room only as
necessary.  Your main responsibilities will be working
special parties that our members take part in.

"I hope that you have gotten an understanding about some of
the duties expected from you at these events from your
interview with Prof. Erwin, Karen."

Karen swallowed and answered Ms. Hunter's statement with a
quiet mumble at her feet.

"What was that, dear?"

Karen looked up and repeated, "yes, ma'am."

"Good! We shouldn't have to play games then."  Ms. Hunter
moved to a chair next to her desk and sat down.  "Please
take off your blouse and skirt, Karen."

With trembling fingers, Karen began to undo the buttons to
her shirt and pulled its tails from her plaid skirt.  With a
nervous shrug of her shoulders she let it fall to the floor.
She moved her hands behind her back and began to release the
clasp to her bra, but Ms. Hunter stopped her.

"Leave that be," Ms Hunter said, "Just slip out of your
skirt."

With her thumbs in the waistband, Karen shimmied out of her
shirt and it fell to the floor around her ankles.  After a
step forward, she stood before the woman in nothing but her
shoes and underwear.  The air conditioning in the room gave
her a chill, but Karen resisted the urge to hug herself for
even that little warmth.  The look in Ms. Hunter's eyes
warned against it.

Ms. Hunter rose from her chair and began to wander around
Karen.  She carried out the inspection of the young girl's
body from just a few feet away.  As always, Prof. Erwin's
tastes impressed her.  He had a good eye for women, and
Karen was up to his usual high standards.  She may even
surpass it by a small margin.  With this thought, Ms. Hunter
stopped behind Karen pleasant frame.

First one and then the other of the older woman's hands
found a resting-place on Karen's round shoulders.  Without a
word from either of the women, those hands began to caress
the soft, pale skin beneath them.  Karen's breathing became
erratic, as did her tormentor's.

"Karen, tell me what you believe will be expected of you at
your new job."

"I will have to have sex."

"With whom, Karen?"

"I," the flustered student stammered, "I don't know."

Ms. Hunter's hands worked down to Karen's bra and the clasp
became released.  The older woman returned to Karen's
shoulders and began to slide the straps down Karen's loosely
hanging arms.

"We have a special membership package for some of our best
and most discreet faculty members."  Karen felt as Ms.
Hunter's hands moved to her chest and began to tweak at her
now hardening nipples.  "You and others on our team of
special servers will take care of some of their more basic
needs.  Most often this will be at the parties that I
mentioned before.  Sometimes, you will be asked to work at
an event at a member's home."

Karen had closed her eyes.  She also bit down on her lower
lip to hold back moan as her new manager massaged her tits.
With the rest of her mind, she fought to concentrate on what
he was being told.

"Karen, you are aware that not all of the college's
professors are men?"  With this question, Ms. Hunter pulled
back the girl's head and gave her a passionate kiss.

Karen no longer resisted.  She let loose a loud moan into
her new lover's mouth as the woman forced her tongue inside.
They stood there for many moments sharing that kiss with
Karen's bare back against Ms. Hunter's body until at last
Ms. Hunter broke it.

"You kiss well, Karen."  She blushed at the praise from Ms.
Hunter, who forcefully turned the girl to face her.  "Have
you ever made love to a woman, Karen?"

Again, Karen blushed.  She looked down at the floor and
answered with a hushed voice.  "No, ma'am."

"Well, now you get to learn."

Ms. Hunter lowered her hands to Karen's underpants and with
well-practiced confidence lowered them to her young charge's
shapely ankles.  She lowered herself to her knees and lifted
each of the girl's legs to remove the last of the clothing
separating her from her final goal.

Karen's exposed cunt shined from the light reflecting off of
the wetness she had leaked during her interview/seduction.
Her panties had absorbed some of that moisture and had
transferred it to the thick mound of her pubic hair, leaving
it matted.  Ms. Hunter rubbed her hands through the tangle.
She received a reward of several damp fingers in exchange.

"You will need to take care of this before tonight, my
dear," Ms. Hunter commented softly as she continued to
stroke at her bush.  "You won't need to shave it off, but I
will expect that it will be neatly trimmed.  You will need
to look your best for your guests."

Karen mumbled an affirmative reply to her order, as the
woman shifted her attention lower.  With a light touch, a
finger passed over her clit.  Again, Karen bit her lip to
hold back a moan.  A harder bite followed as Ms. Hunter
placed her index finger against the student's soaked lower
lips.

"Hmmm!  Nice and wet already," said Ms. Hunter to no one in
particular.  Then, she addressed Karen, "I see that you like
this sort of thing.  Let me give you a little more of a
sample, so that you will know what you will need to know if
the occasion should arise."

With that preamble, the shorthaired head of the lesbian sank
into Karen's pussy.  With her knowing tongue, Ms. Hunter
attacked the now puffy and swollen lips.  She lovingly
licked away the accumulated nectar of her new plaything's
secretions.  Karen quit trying to hide her pleasure from the
woman's talented sex play.  Her moans and gasps alternated
with each other to fill the room.

Ms. Hunter looked up to look at the flushed face of her
young lover.  The attractive face of the closed-eyed beauty
increased her desire for the girl.  She decided that her
apprentice was now ready to start with a little practice
session; so her tongue moved from the sweet lips of Karen's
pussy to the now invitingly large target of the girl's
extended clit.

It took just a few hard sucks on Karen's clit to send her
over the edge.  She felt nothing like it before.  As the
orgasm took her over, she could now see why her sister and
step-mom enjoyed their games.  The sensations came close to
overloading her mind.

Ms. Hunter continued to tickle at her clit as she slowly
fucked at her pussy with first one and then two fingers.
This brought her two smaller, yet satisfying orgasms as she
came down from her incredible high.

At last, she began to breathe normally.  Ms. Hunter removed
her fingers and held them up for Karen to lick.  Karen did
not hesitate.  She quickly sucked them into her mouth to
taste her own juices.

Ms. Hunter looked at her and smiled.

"Karen, if you could show me what you have just learned, I
will explain your new duties as a server here at the faculty
club."

Ms Hunter went to a plush chair in the corner and loosened
her skirt.  She easily pulled it away and carefully draped
it over the back of the chair.  Once it was gone, Karen
could now see that the pleasantly muscular woman wore
suspenders and stockings without any panties beneath these.
The woman was shaved bare allowing her (or anyone else)
complete access to her privates.

She knelt down in front of her employer's open legs, which
were now anchored to the arms of the chair.  This made
Karen's target complete exposed and open to her attack.  Her
tongue bravely moved out of her mouth and began to taste for
the first time the sex of a woman.

"Yum! That feels great, Karen," complimented Ms. Hunter.
"Prof. Erwin was correct; you have a true talent.  And that
talent will be put to good use here."

Ms Hunter began to stroke at Karen's hair.  "You will join
our staff of special servers here at the club.  You see...oh!
Yes!...some of our staff are really not interested in some of
the young sluts that go to this school.  Instead,...yeah,
right there, Karen...they want girls like you.  Nice, sweet,
bright, and who love sex.

"You must understand that just because you love sex and have
sex, you aren't necessarily a slut.  A girl like you knows
that sex is part of life and is something to be enjoyed and
share.  A slut turns sex into her life and twists it into
something it shouldn't be.

As Karen began to explore Ms. Hunter's erect clit, she was
told, "tonight, you will wear our standard server's uniform
except you will be without a bra and panties.  There will be
a number of gentlemen that you and one of your new co-
workers will serve in the lounge.  Each man pays the club a
fee for this plus a fifteen-percent service charge.  You
will receive minimum wage plus your share of the pooled
service charges."

Suddenly, Ms Hunter lost her professionalism and began to
call out her pleasure quite loudly.  Karen began to lick at
the sweetness flowing from the woman.  She recovered much
faster than Karen had earlier.

"Do you understand what is expected of you, Karen."

Karen looked up at the woman, still cleaning around her
mouth with her tongue.  "Yes, Ms. Hunter.  I think that I
do."

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