Scholarship

I was asked to help out at a sales meeting, which could help me get a

Funding Scholarship

the price was higher than I thought it would be.

I am in my final year of training as an engineer with a defence company and in my last year off my college academic studies. For next year I have to win a scholarship for my degree in engineering physics, I am a maths buff and love doing maths surrounding physics of molecular fission and fusion. It's what I am good at and offsets my questionable social skills.

Without a scholarship I would find it difficult to fund my degree. My parents are all for me going to University like my older sister Shona who is currently studying Graphic Art. Although both my parents work they struggle financially each month to make ends meet, my salary helps but would be lost if I didn't have a scholarship. I am not very outward going need encouragement and a dreamer about what I would like to do.

The project I am working on is a concept for the next generation Nuclear Steam Raising Plant, NSRP, for an impending submarine build program for a foreign client. It could also become the basis of the next generation of the mini reactors we read about in the newspapers. Although I am a junior design engineer I was given the job to do the initial mathematical design model surrounding the physics of molecular fission in the reactor. Normally it would be given to a senior design architect to do but they were all tied up on a problem with a current submarine reactor operation.

Although doing thousand's of interconnecting calculation, even on a computer is quite daunting, I really enjoyed doing it. Three weeks of work and it was completed, the estimators could now work out how much it would cost to make. The marketing and tender engineers could also do their bit. The head physics design architect had checked and approved my design in concept form and I was now going back to more day to day work and catching up with my college dissertation work.

It was during this tendering project I met Peter who was a retired naval nuclear attack submarine Captain, now retired and working for industry. Normally I would not interface directly with someone so senior but they were shorthanded. Peter by reputation was difficult and uncompromising to work for, as the Captain of a submarine costing billion's he was used to getting his own way, his word was law and he was always correct irrespective.

I was the total opposite, unsure of myself always seeking acceptance of what I had done and that it was correct, we got along remarkably well and he knew his nuclear physics, could and did challenge me on what I said or proposed constructively. I was assigned to his tender team full time until the tender was submitted, working out of their plush Marketing office. During this time I was introduced to a number of company Directors, being noticed would help with my scholarship funding application or so I thought.

A month later I was back in my open plan overcrowded office, which badly needed new furniture and a lick of paint working on more mundane but still interesting jobs. During this time I was cramming for my final college exams, Peter as a way of saying thanks for helping out with the now submitted tender. I could use his tender authors to prepare and professionally present my final exam dissertation, every mark counts when you are looking for a scholarship.

The week after my final exam's I was back in the office, but with very little work to do as the company was a bit short of work, there was also talk of layoffs. When Peter came in and asked me could I look at some calculations 'unofficially' and handed over three flash drives, all marked 'Secret' I said "yes" the secret bit was a challenge to my curiosity.

There was a problem with a reactor trace element spiking on a submarine that was currently at sea on patrol. Others in the company design team were looking at it, but he also wanted me to look at the calculations from a forensic standpoint. This meant I had to do manual checking of thousands of calculation formula. To a geek like me this was mathematical heaven, I worked late every night, including at weekends for almost ten days.

I found out what was wrong, nothing with the reactor but the computer calculation formula contained an embedded error, simply put the computer formula took a single trace element reading and squared the number instead of taking the square root of it before applying it to subsequent calculation's. Creating a super compounding error showing up as an apparent spike in a single reactor trace element reading which could imply the reactivity was about to potentially fall out of balance.

Not a good thing; to find this error I had to go through and recalculate the complete reactor physics manually with a fission slide ruler, calculator and computer, that's what geeks do questioning Status Que. I phoned Peter to tell him I may have an answer, five minutes later with my calculation log book's I was in his office, door closed explaining what I found. He instantly understood what I said, apparently he had started out as a submarine reactor engineer.

The following day I was sent down to explain what I found to the senior engineer for nuclear submarines, a Dr De'ath, apparently a Channel Isles French name but to me he was always Dr Death, he was an incredibly subdued and likable person. My calculation log book's were retained and I was reminded that I couldn't tell anyone about my findings including my employer. They would be notified through official channels. Sort of James Bond stuff.

A few weeks passed the senior design architect's became free and took an interest in my concept design calculations for the company's new commercial next generation of NSRP. Apart from a few questions I was kept on the fringe of developments, very frustrating but that's a trainee's lot in life.

Out of the blue I received a call from Peter's secretary could I go to a sales meeting tomorrow as a technical assistant to Peter. Although I had been accepted by the University for my chosen course, the endorsement from the head of Naval Nuclear Engineering for the Government seriously helped me get a placement. All I needed now was scholarship funding from my company.

However, the decision on my company's financial sponsorship had not yet been made. Going to University all hinged around that, I said I would go and was told to report to the marketing department in the morning and as I would be away for three or four days pack a case.

I arrived at marketing department with my borrowed suite case in hand the next day. Waiting for me was three large sealed blue plastic boxes full of tender documents and a driver to take me to a conference venue, about an hour or so away. But that wasn't all, I was given a kilt to wear, a marketing thing, its pattern was designed uniquely for submariners, dark green and navy blue representing the sea and yellow to represent the coveted golden dolphins badge worn by all qualified submariners. I changed into it and I looked good wearing it, must admit I did get a bit of a kick out of wearing it, particularly getting in and out of the car.

When we arrived Peter was already their wearing his kilt with his naval uniform and Captains gold braid, he really looked the part, we set up the conference room ready for our foreign guests. My instructions from Peter were simple, I would fetch and carry documents over to the conference table unless he invited me to explain something. At coffee breaks pointless chit chat was allowed and encouraged, I was to serve the coffee too. Ok I could do that.

It was my first time at a sales conference but I felt relaxed about what I had to do, only thing I was a bit concerned about was. The kilt I was wearing was of a lightweight material type, nice to wear but if you turned too fast it would swing out and up, but it did give you a bit of a thrill when you did. Peter had flippantly commented that I was taking corners too fast, but he would keep that as an option if they don't accept his sales pitch. I didn't expect that type of comment from him as he was always so strait laced and always fully in control.

Our three guests all arrived in their countries Naval Uniforms each of the three senior officers had their own personal assistant. The structure of the meeting was very higher article, I or one of the other assistants would fetch and carry as instructed or requested. I took all my corners at a discreet pace and should something fall on the floor, pick it up carefully. Two out of the three assistants, who were about my age from time to time, each, dropped something on the floor having to put their heads under the conference table while retrieving it. Became a bit of a game retaining ones modesty by discreet body movements, it was a bit of below the table fun, enjoyed by all.

On the first day I verbally contributed to the proceedings for about fifteen minutes. At exactly five the meeting was suspended and the principles all retired for drinks. The assistants tided up and locked away all their principal's confidential documents. Navy protocol said we weren't allowed to partake of alcohol until we were invited to do so by our principals.

However while we were all waiting for our invites they were intrigued by my kilt, including the accidental dropping of paper clips on the floor. But I wasn't going to be drawn on it, became a bit of a game of innuendo and parrying off suggestive questions.

However, my answer to what was kept in my purse, sporran, was possibly the start of a legend to be passed down from Naval Ward Room to Ward Room. We were then all invited to join our principal's for a formal evening meal.

The meal was excellent the naval banter too although most of it above my comprehension, I didn't partake of alcohol other than a glass of wine with the meal. As a college student I had had a number of alcohol induced embarrassing moments, during parties and waking up in the morning. Peter was in his element with his antidotes on Naval life, I think he must have had hollow legs given the amount of alcohol he consumed without noticeable affect.

The evening festivities finished we all retired to our respective rooms, each group were assigned mini twin bedroomed luxury apartments which the principals would share with their assistant. Even although I had three Dutch special blend coffees after the meal the wine I had must have been quite strong as I could feel my kilt was starting to loosely swing as I went up the stairs. As we climbed the stairs to our floor Peter thanked me for what I had done today particularly at such short notice. When we got to the apartment Peter handed me a nightcap, a very cloudy large pink gin from the apartment bar, first time I had tried pink gin, didn't really like its taste but drank it quickly out of courtesy.

The following morning I awoke totally disorientated and stark naked in my room bed, no clothes in sight, my case was still in the apartment lounge area unopened where I had left it on arrival. When I went to get up I felt quite nauseous later sitting on the edge of my bed my muscles felt like they had all seized up and developed a mind all of their own, after I finally stood up my butt ached like crazy as did other parts of my anatomy. I must have fallen last night or something, I had a habit of doing that when I drank too much, so this morning feeling was not completely new to me. Peter was standing at my bedroom door with one of those complimentary fluffy hotel white dressing gowns on looking at my antics.

He asked me "if I was ok, no ill effects from last night."

I said "no but I think I will have a shower to freshen up."

Reassuringly he said "try a whirlpool bath as it seemed to work for him."

I couldn't find a dressing gown or anything to put on so padded bare footed and naked into the large bath and walk in shower wet room. Each step I took my butt sharply reminded me it was there and with each step I slowed down.

I had had these predicaments before at student house parties, waking up naked, sometimes alone or sharing a bed with someone, or more than one, some being complete strangers to me. The life and times of a student. I had learnt finding oneself in such a predicament best to just walk naked to the bathroom and get organised and that's what I had just done in front of my boss.

Peter was right the whirlpool bath looked inviting, filled it with hot water poured in the contents of one of the hotel's bubble baths bottles. I couldn't work out the controls in my disoriented state so climbed in, lowering myself into the water was a slow soothing but painful experience.

During this process I must have leaned on some of the controls as it suddenly jumped into life. The soap instantly turned into frothing foam, I must have sat or at least tried to sit down on one of the water jets, its water jet hit me on the butt right where I was hurting. Talk about instant relief, I paused as I hovered above the water jet, Peter was certainly right about the restorative effects of a whirlpool bath. It also brought a soothing smile to my face.

As I sat there almost completely immersed in soap suds Peter came in, hung up his dressing gown and walked into the large frosted glass screen shower with its steamed up glass. I could still clearly see Peters outline as he showered, for someone in their late fifties he was remarkably muscular and in good shape.

I decided at that point that I better do something about getting my body in better trim and not be so 'loose' skinned.

Lying there soaking and watching Peter's steamy silhouette shower I had one of those flashback moments you get when the effects of over indulgence with alcohol starts to abate. We were in the apartment lounge area and Peter was helping me unbutton my shirt, I was watching him in a sort of blurred vision, I had a glass or something in my hand, no a plastic bottle. I must have had more to drink last night than I thought, one of my not so social habits.

As I lay back in the warm soothing water, closing my eyes I had other flashback's with me standing there without my shirt on and Peter helping me unbuckling my kilt buckles which were very tight. Then him helping me into bed, it was all very bitty and disoriented, I could also see his face looking at me as he lent over me. He didn't have a shirt on either and I handed him the plastic bottle I was holding.

Peter spoke to me, bringing me out of my trance, as he stood alongside me drying himself off.

"As we are to meet up with our guests down at the pool I would find company logoed swimwear in my case along with a matching tracksuit."

I said "ok" as I stood up covered in foam, with soap suds clinging and dripping off me I must have looked like one of those cartoon characters as I headed to the shower dripping soap suds.

After getting dressed in the company swimwear which felt a bit tight fitting and clingy but hidden under my tracksuit we both headed down to the pool area with Peter outlining how he thought the day would go.

When we arrived at the pool Peter and his opposite number's headed off into a corner to talk about something. I went with Carl and Steve the two junior assistants who kept looking under the table yesterday for paper clips. We all removed our tracksuits and went into a small sauna cabin, wearing our almost matching and revealing tight fitting clingy bikini type swimwear, to get rid of any alcohol left in our systems from the previous night.

As we enjoyed watching the residual alcohol sweat out of us, Steve asked me could he wear my kilt sometime as it was something he always wanted to try.

I said "sure why not."

Then he asked me "how did last night go after we all separated and went to our apartments?"

I explained, given my track record with alcohol and although I was trying to avoid it, I must have had too much to drink, as when I woke up in the morning I couldn't remember anything. I explained what happened when I woke up including the flashbacks.

They looked at each other knowingly about something that I should know they were only a couple of years older than me and we were all on the same youthful wavelength.

I looked at them and said; "ok what!"

Carl answered; "you drank very little last night, but, I think the pink gin Peter gave you may have been laced with ketamine, rohypnol or something similar."

I was totally lost and asked; "what on earth is that?"

Steve answered "a sex enhancement drug" then added "Peter has a bit of a reputation."

Instantly all the flashbacks and other things started to add up.

Steve and Carl in unison apologised for dropping this on me and Steve added.

"It's the price you have to pay if you want to get ahead quickly, we are both gay so it wasn't a big deal for us."

Carl then added.

"We will leave you to think about what you want to do but remember like you we don't have the contacts to leap ahead of the herd without help."

They discreetly left talking in Dutch; I couldn't understand them but I had a good idea what they were saying or asking of me.

Mathematics trains you how to analysis things quickly and comprehensively, it was something that I was very good at. If I said anything back at the company they would close ranks on me, Peter was very well connected professionally as well as socially and was a retired very senior Naval Captain with an impeccable record. I was a final year apprentice with a questionable past regarding alcohol, looking for a university sponsorship and expendable.

Also if we didn't win this order quite a few other people would be let go, as any political scandal could cause this requirement to be dropped or at least our bid would be.

I was awakened out of my train of thought when Peter knocked the cabin window, they were finished talking and we were all going up stairs to get ready for round two of the meeting in an hours time. On the way up I could detect Peter was very upbeat about how discussions were going.

It was then that I knew what to do and how.

We were both in the shower area starting to get undressed I was down to only wearing my skimpy wet swimwear and letting Peter have a good look at my back as I stood posing the way my sister Shona did when she was on the hunt.

One good thing about being a twenty year old you can summons an erection almost on command that's what I had just done and had positioned it so it was bulging out invitingly. I turned until I faced Peter, after he pulled down his swim shorts slowly I purposefully slid off my clingy swimwear letting it pop out hard and erect looking at him then slowly stepped out of my swimwear. I turned my back on him and walked as seductively as I could into the large glass walled shower.

I placed my hands on the wall with my back pulled upright and pressing my butt out as I faced the wall with warm water running erotically down my back and off my head then cascading onto my very firm erection with the steam adding a sort of inviting mystique to it.

Peter came up behind me, placed his hands firmly on my hips, it was like an electric shock as I realised what I had just committed myself too. I could feel him start to stroke me between my buttocks with his erection as his choice of foreplay, I never knew how seductive it could be. With each stroke I became more and more hyper as I looked for more with my body movements demanding it which he recognised and started to exploit.

This was actually my first time knowingly and actively participating in this type of sex what's more I had instigating it and was enjoying the impending thrill of it. It was then Peter started to be dominant.

I was in control this time not just a convenient passive recipient. Although I may not have knowingly taken part before but like so many others had learned by reading and watching what to do on the internet. I may have been inexperienced but I was now actively participating.