Fine Art - Meeting Cathy.

(Please note that this story is purely fictional, the story contains a Non-consensual/reluctance theme and contains lesbian pornographic material. If you do not enjoy this type of fiction or in any way find the content offensive, then please do not read any more.

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This story is for my best friend, Beth, who is just as insane as I am! You've stuck by me through so much, and at your specific request, I dedicate this story to you.)





Fine Art – Meeting Cathy.

The first week at university is stressful for anyone. Not having a clue where you are, or where you're going. Not knowing anyone in your class. Traipsing through a thousand hallways and passing a million different faces before you realise that you've turned up on the wrong day. Getting lost about thirty-two times on your first day and then showing up over an hour late to the introductory lecture, making a tit out of yourself as you first meet your classmates. Taking a big leap from College, you think it's going to be a walk in the park. After all, if you can survive high school AND three years of college studying art, then university is going to be a breeze, right? It's especially stressful on your first week when you're moving out of the family home and moving into university halls in a strange place, by yourself. You could be sharing a flat with anyone. You could be moving into the room next to Jack the ripper and you wouldn't even know about it. It's equally as stressful when you're in your dad's car, listening to your brother complaining about the long ass car journey to Cardiff, while the worn out radio plays 80's rock tunes at a deafening volume, while you find yourself being squashed against the windows by boxes full of absolute crap that you just couldn't bear to leave behind.

"For fuck's sake, Dad" Jack whined. "Aren't we there yet?"

Six long, hard hours I've had to put up with that. It doesn't take six hours to get here. Well, it doesn't take normal people six hours to get here from our house, but for some bizarre reason, my father insists on driving like a snail on Vallium whenever I am in the car. That doubled with Jack having to make my father stop the car every ten minutes due to motion sickness is enough to drive anyone to the brink of insanity. My big brother; 24 years old and he still gets car sick, bless him. The relief is unreal when we finally pull up into the accommodation blocks, I cannot wait to finally get some air! Yet at the same time, I don't want to get out of the car, because that's one step closer to leaving home. It's one step away from my father, and I'm still not entirely sure if that's a step that I'm ready to take.

Jack and I wait outside the car while dad signs some forms and picks up my keys. While we're waiting, Jack offers me a cigarette, which I happily take.

"They call those things fags down here you know." Jack says.

"Why, thank you, Jack!" I say sarcastically. "I mean, can you imagine how awkward that would have been if I didn't know?"

"Fuck off, Jade!" He snaps. "I'm only trying to fucking help you."

"You're a fucking cunt Jack, fair play." I snap back.

"Oh yeah?" he says as he turns to face me. "I may be a cunt, but at least I'm not adopted." He smirks as he wraps his arms around me.

Dad just rolls his eyes as he walks back towards us, shakes his head with a smile and carries on lifting my stuff out of the car.

"Come on, you pair!" Dad shouts. "This load of crap isn't going to move itself!"

A few hours later, and everything is in its place, just where I want it. My room isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. It's a decent size; it has a bed, a sink, a wardrobe, chest of drawers and a desk. What more could you want?

After a very emotional goodbye, I brace myself to be alone for the very first time. I've been on my own before, but not actually alone. I've never been nearly 200 miles away from home, alone. I sit on my new bed and stare at my phone, feeling rather sorry for myself when someone knocks my door.

"Are you decent?" I hear a woman say in a very strong, very thick Welsh accent.

"I think so." I reply.

I don't really know what she's saying to answer appropriately. I don't hear another reply, but instead I see my door swinging open, to which a rather strange looking girl just wanders into my room, uninvited. How rude!

"Alright love, how's it going, alright?" she murmurs in what appears to be some form of the English language.

"What?" I reply in a confused tone.

"What's occurring like?" she answers again. "You far away from home then, or what?" she blurts out rather quickly.

"What course are you on?" she asks before taking another breath. "What's your name then?" she says in a very loud, very Welsh, very musical-sounding voice.

"I'm sorry," I reply slowly. "I didn't understand a word that you've just said."

She rolls her eyes and laughs rather loudly. I'm not entirely sure what to make of this one. She stands at around 5'4, short dark hair, wearing a pair of bright red skinny jeans, an AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of black Converse hi-tops. Along with face full of piercings accompanied by a tattoo of the Titanic on her right forearm and by far, the strongest Welsh accent that I have ever had the misfortune to come across. She's rather loud and seems as though she could break your nose if you looked at her the wrong way. And then there's me, 5'6, long bleached blonde hair, a hidden tattoo of a small anchor on my right hip, royal blue skinny jeans, a Rolling Stones t-shirt and an Ox blood pair of over-ankle Dr Martens. I suppose she seems the type of girl I could get along with. I don't know how well I'll be able to communicate with her though, she sounds as though she's speaking in fluent Welsh and sounds as though she's never heard an English word before in her life!

"I'm Jade, I was born in Wales, my family moved to Birmingham when I was 14; I'm studying the first year in a fine art degree and I'm here on my own." I tell her in one breath. I have a feeling that's the only breath I'll ever be able to get in edgeways with her around.

"Tidy!" she shouts back. "I'm Rhiannon, I live next door, I've never been to burgerland and I'm on the same course as you, how mega is that?" She screams enthusiastically towards me.

"I'm sorry, Burgerland?" I ask. "Do you mean Birmingham?"

"OH right, sorry love." She replies quickly. "I can't really understand your accent to be honest like."

I can't believe she's on my course. I honestly don't know if I'll be able to put up with that much Welsh in one person! How can she not understand my accent? I'm Welsh! Not being funny, but at least I actually sound as though I'm speaking English! But then again, what else can I expect? If you go to Wales, you're going to hear a few Welsh accents from time to time. If she's on my course, I'd better stick to her, it's better to know at least one person on your first day!

Over the next week, Rhiannon and I became friends, even though I still can't understand half of what she says to me, but nevertheless, I've really enjoyed her company. I don't think I've ever met anyone as hilariously sarcastic as her! I don't know what it is, but it seems that anything that's said in a Welsh accent automatically becomes hysterically entertaining!

We decide that we would walk to our first lecture together; we both agree that it's best to stick close to each other on the first day. After getting lost twice, asking for directions and witnessing Rhiannon getting into a heated debate with the university's head-security guard, we manage to arrive at our classroom only ten minutes late. We walk in and the room is full of girls. Not just girls, but girly-girls. The worst kind of girl there is. They all sit in their seats in absolute silence; and I'm assuming that the lecturer hasn't arrived yet. We walk in and take the only seats that are free, which are at the front and luckily, right next to each other. We sit down in silence for around five minutes.

"Jesus Christ, you lot!" Rhiannon shouts out, making everyone jump. "Shut up mun, I can't hear myself think down here!"

Oh my dear god, I'm going to die.

Everyone bursts out laughing and it's not long before a few people start chatting to each other. It may have embarrassed the hell out of me, but at least it's broken the ice in the class. A few names are thrown around the classroom and people start exchanging stories about where they come from and why they are here.

The door flies open and everyone's head spins to face it. A rather odd-looking woman walks in. She's around 5'8, quite a large woman in her late twenties, short red hair, a pair of thick, black glasses, a blue floral dress with black leggings, a pair of ankle high Dr Martens and a yellow cardigan.

Rhiannon turns to face me and a large, cunning grin spreads across her face as she gives me the look. The look of – This is our tutor and we're going to make her life hell.

The strange woman breezes in and lets the door shut itself behind her. She makes her way towards the computer, which is on a table in front of me and Rhiannon. She throws her bag on my table and turns the computer on whilst talking on her phone. I start to listen in on the conversation before realising that she's not speaking English. I look to Rhiannon, confused.

"She's talking in Welsh." Rhiannon quietly informs me. "She's arguing with someone too, by the sounds of it!" She says as she raises her eyebrows in suspicion.

"How can you tell?" I ask naively.

"I'm fluent in Welsh, chick." She answers as she looks towards our new tutor.

The tutor drops her phone into her pocket and throws her coat over her bag. She stands at the front of the class whilst waiting for the computer to turn itself on. Looking at everyone individually, sussing them out. She silently shifts her eyes from one person to the next in a way that reminds me of watching a snake hunt its prey.

She looks at Rhiannon and they seem to hate each other already, even though no words have been exchanged between them. She adjusts herself to stand in a way that overpowers Rhiannon. Rhiannon leans back into her chair, folding her arms as they both refuse to break eye contact with each other. The tension builds suspense in the room and the strange woman pulls a grin along one side of her face and laughs to herself silently before looking to me next.

My heart is beating rapidly and I slouch down ever so slightly behind her bag and coat when she moves them away from me to get a better look. She doesn't blink as she stares at me, and I see her pupils getting larger as she pulls the same intimidating grin along on one side of her face as she breaks eye contact with me and looks toward the back of the class.

"Hello year one, my name is Cathy." She starts to say. "I am your course leader, if you haven't enrolled onto fine art, then you shouldn't be here.

"Also, I feel as though I should warn you that this course is not easy," she warns. "You cannot breeze through it and low marks will not be acceptable to progress onto year two.

"I run a very tight ship here on this course." She states proudly. "It is my duty to make sure that you are more than up to standard in each and every single way."

She continues, "I am not your friend. I am your course leader, your tutor and your mentor.

"I will not accept any rebellious behaviour and I expect you all to act in a professional manner as you are not just representing this course, you are representing me, and the university.

"Every piece of work that you are given will be handed in on time." She recites as she looks back towards Rhiannon, who still hasn't moved or changed her expression. "I will not tolerate the usage of drugs and other illegal substances."

"If you have any problems with anything that I have just said" She continues in a lower tone of voice, whilst continuing her staring contest with Rhiannon, "Then you are more than welcome to leave here and now.

"I do not care what you do in your spare time, as long as it does not interfere with this course, or your work. Is that clear to you all?"

Cathy continues on without waiting for an answer from anyone. The introductory lecture doesn't last more than half an hour in total. We exit the lecture and Rhiannon almost instantaneously sparks up a fag.

"Me and her are going to have problems," She says as she inhales the smoke and points towards Cathy's classroom. "She was glaring at you like a dog on heat." She says with a wink.

"I didn't notice." I reply. "I was too busy watching you two plot each other's murder!"

As the weeks go by, I start to notice something which disturbs me slightly. I've noticed that Cathy seems to be a lot more lenient with me compared to other girls in the class, I mean, I don't mind as such, but it does make me question her motives after what Rhiannon said about her being like a dog on heat. I check my university inbox to find yet another e-mail from her.

"Hi Jade, Cathy here, I need you to meet me at 6:30 in the studio today, I've marked your essay and there are a few things that have been raised to my attention that I need to discuss with you on a one to one basis. See you soon. Many thanks, Cathy."

This doesn't sound good. It especially worries me at the fact that the part of the building in which the studio is remains dead after 4.00PM. Why does she want to see me at that time? My heart starts racing and I feel tempted to reply with a lie of some sort, tell her I'm not feeling the best and need to lie down for a few hours. Why the hell am I freaking out? It's only a tutorial with Cathy. I glance at my watch to realise the time is 6.25pm. I'd better get a move on.

I arrived at the studio and take up residency in my usual seat as I wait for Cathy to arrive. I wait for what seems like a lifetime and just when I'm about to leave, I see her walking through the door.

About time, that woman loves to keep everyone waiting. I bet to some extent, it makes her feel special, knowing that everyone is waiting for her, and that nothing can possibly be done until she arrives. She must have a very boring life. I bet she lives on her own and has a cat. No, she's not normal enough to be a weird cat lady; I bet she has some obscure creature like a ferret or some kind of lizard.

I hate ferrets. My uncle used to keep quite a few ferrets, around fourteen or fifteen of the little bastards. He'd made the shed into a giant ferret habitat, and they all lined up by the fence when he whistled to them. It was hilarious, until Jack threw one at me and the little shit bit my hand as I caught it. I had to have a tetanus jab and everything. I haven't been near one since, and that's the way I like it.

She strolls in, like she's just stepped out of a magazine and walks directly past me and starts fiddling around in a filing cabinet. I glance at my watch. It's 8:30. Two fucking hours I've been sat here waiting for a meeting that she insisted on having! What the hell is she doing? Some of us have places to be, you know. I have to meet Rhiannon at 9:00 to go out for a meal. There's no way I'll get back on time now, we'll have to cancel and have a pyjama and takeaway night instead. I take my phone out of my pocket and start to text Rhiannon to let her know that there's going to be a change of plan. Cathy sits down next to me holding a file with my name on it. I finish texting and put my phone back in my pocket and turn to Cathy, who has her arm on the desk, leaning her head on it whilst looking at her watch and sighing. I frown as she looks up at me.

"I'm sorry, Jade," She says in a sarcastic manner. "Am I boring you?"

Cheeky bitch! The nerve on that woman astounds me! I've been sat here for two hours without a cigarette, waiting for her fat ass to walk in, and finally she shows up and has the audacity to make a comment about her waiting for me!

"I've been sat here for two hours, waiting for you." I say bluntly.

"Oh well, never mind, Jade, You're here now." She replies with a sarcastic grin on her face.

I look at her with a completely blank expression, screaming on the inside.

"Okie Cokie then!" She says with an overly-enthusiastic tone in her voice. "Let's get started, shall we?"

"What do you want to see me about?" I sigh. I don't have the energy to argue with her.

I sit there for almost half an hour, listening to her talking shit about my work. I've worked harder than anyone in this fucking class. Countless times I've stayed awake all night, just so that I don't miss a lecture. I spend most of my time doing research, and I don't even want to think about the amount of coffee, caffeine tablets and energy drink that I've consumed this year. I've handed all of my work in on time and my grades haven't been that bad. Okay, I admit that they could be better but nevertheless, I've worked damn hard this year.

"I'm sorry Jade," She says with a slight despair her voice. "But I'm afraid there's nothing else that I can do."

"I've tried my best and there's just no way around it, I'm afraid that you going to have to leave the course." She says as she looks up from the floor.

"I won't lie to you, Jade, I'm very disappointed to see that you haven't even tried to do well on the course; you were so enthusiastic at the start of the year, where has it all gone?" She says with pity as her eyes burn into my soul.

I can feel the blood boiling inside me. That bitch has had it in for me from the minute I walked in. She's always trying to find new ways to make me feel like shit and I've had enough of it. The second I can get out of here I'll be calling dad. We'll see what he's got to say about this!

But what if she phones him as soon as I leave? If she sticks her poison in him first them I'm fucked! What if she's already sent a letter about it? There could be a million and one lies winging its way up to my house right now. I'd better play it cool, because if she hasn't sent a letter yet, she fucking will if I kick off...

"I don't understand. I've done everything that you've asked me to do; I've given you nothing but my best, why are you throwing me off the course?" I ask, trying to keep it cool.

I know she can see that I'm getting annoyed.

"Jade," she sighs. "What can I say? You just aren't stepping up to the mark, I've given you plenty of chances to redeem yourself and you just don't seem bothered by it, I let you on the course because I had faith in you, and you have let me down, Jade."

My heart almost stops completely as I take in what she has just said. I cannot get thrown out of university, dad would kill me! He would be so disappointed, and that's worse than being pissed off. I mean, come on, I'm the only chance dad has of having a successful child.

"Isn't there something I can do?" I ask with my best puppy-dog eyes. "Can't I take extra classes?

"I'll re-submit every assignment and I'll make sure they're all up to standard," I continue to beg. "Please don't throw me off the course"