I had been reveling in Talia Dean's need for me. She came, practically on her knees, to get me to give it up to her. Considering I was a scrawny 150-pound nobody, it was nice. Here she was, the star quarterback's girlfriend in my room almost every night telling me how much she needed me and how much she appreciated me slipping it to her on the side.

The last night she was in my room, she had just come back from the football players' dorm, where she had no doubt been drilled by Mr. Heisman. She was wearing a t-shirt that revealed her navel above a pair of shorts that could practically be defined as denim panties. Left open for my eyes to see were her long tan legs that ended at her petite toes, split by the thong of her flip-flops. Every time she flipped her bleach blonde hair I shuddered inwardly and shyly looked away. She sat across from me on the empty bed--being a Resident Assistant has its advantages including a room to myself--and leaned back on her elbows isolating the C-sized mounds on her chest for my viewing. I knew she did it on purpose, but I didn't care. She'd cross her long legs in front of me and smile away asking me to give up my goods. It was the most power I'd ever felt in my largely pathetic life. Talia Dean wanted ME!

Of course, leave it to my friends to remind me that all she was asking for were my lab notes. They added that I, like a sucker, gave in every time. Even still, I loved the attention. I craved it.

One night, I was doing my regular rounds, checking up on the residents of the two floors I supervise when I stopped at Talia's room. The door was closed but I could still hear her conversation. It sounded like she was talking to one of her sorority sisters.

"Whatever. It's too easy," I heard her say to whoever else was in the room. "I just pull up my skirt a little and wear a tighter t-shirt and I'm in. He melts like butter," she bragged. I guessed she was talking about her boyfriend Mr. Perfect. I smirked at her confidence.

"I'm thinking about skipping the rest of my classes. Get this: tomorrow, I'm going to get him to write my semester paper for me for that class. Ha! What a fucking loser!" I definitely understood who she was talking about then. I considered her characterization while listening to the laughter of the girls responding to her. I was a fucking loser. I was nothing to her but someone she used probably like she'd used people all her life. I wasn't sure then how, but she would pay.

The next day, Talia was true to form. She didn't even show up to the class we shared. Her words still stung and I spent all day wondering what I'd say to her when she asked for my help again. Tonight, though, her knock came a little later. It was 10:30 before she came knocking. I yelled for her to enter while sitting at my desk pretending to study.

Her charm was extra thick that night. She gleefully said, "Hey Danny. I totally slept through class today. Can you be a total doll and give me a copy of your notes?" Her display would have been sickening if it wasn't for her stunning beauty. Tonight, she wore a very short cloth skirt that ended just below the prize between her legs. Her top was a short t-shirt with barely any sleeves. To top off her allure, no doubt to motivate my submission, she didn't wear a bra, leaving her nipples slightly apparent below the cotton of the t-shirt.

I intentionally looked annoyed and responded first with a sigh and then, "Talia, I'm pretty busy. Can we talk about that tomorrow?"

Talia seemed a little taken aback. My responses were usually a quick affirmative. She then said, "Well, it's just time got away from me tonight and I really need those notes to keep pace." She sexily bit her lower lip as she sat down on the empty bed opposite mine. She then really started the act. "Actually, I'm glad I'm talking to you. I don't know how you can handle Dr. Kinder's class. You are so smart. I just can't seem to get it like you do. Your notes have really saved my life."

I decided to play along. "Really Talia? I'm happy to hear I can help," I said.

She then turned a little poutier putting her forearms on her thighs. "I'm just really worried that if I don't do well in this class, I'll lose my scholarship." If I hadn't heard what she said the previous night I would have melted already.

"That's pretty tough Talia," I answered with mock sympathy. I then set the trap.

"I'm just glad to have you to help me," she said as she leaned forward and put her hand on my thigh. The dynamics of the situation changed with her move. "Sometimes I wish I could just borrow your brain to do all the hard stuff for me." I knew what was coming and it all made her act a bit comedic.

I said, "Thanks Talia. Sometimes I think I'm invisible. That really makes me feel special though. You know I'd do anything to help you." With that, she began to set her hook without knowing I had already caught her.

"I know I can always depend on you Danny," she said and then paused to sit back on her elbows in my favorite pose. "With the mid-term in five days as well as the paper, you are a godsend! Six-page paper. Shew! I just can't seem to get my thoughts together for it." She then did something she hadn't ever done before. She leaned all the way back onto her back and uncrossed her legs. The move was intentional, but actually subtle. She put her hands up to her eyes and whimpered, "Danny I don't know what I'm going to do! This paper is killing me!" I couldn't believe it, but her position allowed me to see between the gap of her creamy white thighs and I caught a glimpse of the front of her purple silk panties. My defenses shook, but I maintained my ground.

I said, "I bet. You're actually down to just three days to write it. Plus, you have the mid-term to study for. That doesn't even account for your other classes," I listed her challenges.

"I knew you of all people would understand Danny. You're probably already done with your paper." She was right actually. "I wish it would just go away." She thought she was playing me perfectly.

"I really wish I could help you Talia," I said.

She smelled the kill. She said as if she were just joking, "Ha. Thanks. But unless you're going to write my paper for me, I'm out on the plank on this one." She then seemed to wait for me to offer up my services.

"You are down to the wire Talia," I said and then acted like I was actually considering it. "Look, maybe I could help you a little." Her eyes lit up. "We could discuss possible theses..."

She seemed to panic as I suddenly steered from her desired path. "Danny, there's no time. I'm kinda screwed." She went for the jugular. She knew there was no more beating around the bush. "I really think, I mean, I, this is awkward." She was so cute and really, really good at this.

I acted back. "What Talia? What?!"

"This is weird, but I don't really have a choice. Can you, uh, write my paper for me? You're the only one I really trust around here to do something like that." I couldn't believe her audacity.

"I don't know Talia. That's a lot of work," I said looking concerned despite knowing I had written three pages towards answering another thesis question and could probably churn out a paper for her in a few hours.

"Well I'll owe you big. I mean, I'll buy you lunch; no, two lunches at the Student Center next week," she said, knowing she had me now.

I smirked and looked at her sideways. "You run a hard bargain Talia Dean," I said as cornball as possible. "Alright, Alright. I'll do it!"

Talia screeched and gave me a hug before walking to the door. She turned and said, "Thank you so much! You are my hero Danny!" Then she left. On that night, Talia had won.

Talia, two nights out from mid-terms and the paper turn-in date was holding court again. " a cheap suit. That little virgin couldn't say no to this. Hell, any of us could get him to do our work. What a fucking loser," I heard her muffled voice say. Once again, she repeated her label. The sting was not as harsh this time. Talia Dean would get what was coming to her.

The next night, she knocked on my door at eight. I had finished the paper, but to increase her anxiety, I cracked the door open and told her I was slaving away at it and to come back at eleven. I imagined with joy her pacing in her dorm room unable to study for her mid-terms because of her anxiety. At ten-forty, she knocked and peeked her head in without me inviting her in.

She sweetly asked, "Dan? You in here?" When she walked in, I was surprised to see her in an open terry cloth robe. She was wearing a matching silk short and top pajama set under it. Despite her hair looking little less kempt than normal, she was her usual gorgeous self. The "extra" time I took on her gift paper obviously had taken its toll on her. "So, are you done with it," she asked.

I smiled at her and answered, "Yeah it's done. I'd email it to you but I can't seem to work the email. I guess I'm just a fucking loser." The final two words caused her face to go white. She tried to play it off.

"Uh, yeah. Do you need my, uh..." she stammered.

"Stop. Just stop Talia." I sighed. "I heard you twice. I know I'm a nobody to you, but I'm not your fucking slave. I've done so much shit for you this semester and behind my back, you treat me like ass," I started my lecture.

A look of terror stood on her face. She stammered out, "I don't know what to say Dan. I mean..." I cut her off.

"You know what? At least I'm going to hold up my end of the bargain. I wrote your goddamned paper though you certainly don't deserve it do you," I asked.

"N-no. I really don't. Danny, I'm so sorry...," she attempted to make amends.

"I give two shits about your apology Talia," I said raising my voice slightly. She looked down dejected. "I've busted my ass for you. I'm going to email you this paper, but I need for you to do something for Danny." Looking back, I have no idea why I said that in third person, but it seemed appropriate at the time. I sat at my desk's chair and put my feet up on my bed.

Talia looked at me annoyed and a bit confused. "Well, yeah, I told you I'd buy you lunch. Twice," she pathetically answered.

I laughed. "It's a little bit more than lunch I'm talking about Talia." She really looked confused then. "Lose the robe," I ordered as stoically as I could.

"What?! What are you talking about?" Talia was appalled at my command. "And what? Stand here?"

I answered her, "No, in fact, I want you to turn around a couple of times and show me your pajamas."

Talia thought about the proposition. Her hands were on the lapels of her robe as she thought about it. "And then you'll send it?"

"Yup," I answered smugly. Talia sighed as if she were giving in.

"Alright." I could hardly believe she would submit that quickly. As she undid the robe to throw it on the empty desk next to her she said, "I never thought you had something like this in you Dan," she said accusingly.

"Yeah, well I thought you were someone you weren't too Talia." My words stung her back. She now stood with one knee bent, hands on her hips and glaring at me. I responded by holding up my hand and motioning for her to turn around in a circle. Her eyes rolled and she turned as I requested giving me a great view of her silk-covered ass. If she was wearing panties, it was a thong because she had no lines.

"There. Are you satisfied? Are you going to send it now," she asked huffily.

"Sure," I responded. I turned to my laptop and sent the email to her. "Sent," I announced.

She turned and picked up her robe and draped it over her arm. As she turned toward the door, she couldn't let things lie (not as if I'd ever let her off that easy) and said, "You're a real pervert Danny."

She got as far as grasping the door handle. "Sticks and stones Talia. But I'd be nicer to me since all you have in your inbox right now is the cover sheet."

Talia stopped and stared at the doorknob she was holding. She collected herself and turned to me and said, "Alright Danny. You've got me. I'm sorry I said those things. It was wrong. I shouldn't have ever taken advantage of your kindness. You know I need this paper and you know because of this, I will never do anything like this again. Please send me the rest of the paper."

I could sense her growing anxiety. Our class was only nine hours from now and she knew she couldn't come up with one that fast. Groveling was her only option at this point. I decided to see how far I could push her. "I don't know if I could do that Talia. I mean, what you did was pretty shitty. I don't see what's in it for me. Helping you I mean."

"Danny please," she started again. She was really starting to show her fear now. "Look, I'll take off the robe again. See?" She took it off and set it down. She turned around like she had just done, making her gorgeous tits and ass dance with every step. "Now please, send it."

I pursed my lips and hit my mouse and the send button. Talia breathed a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes in a long blink and then said, "Alright. I never figured you had it in you. You're a real dick Danny. Don't worry about me ever having to bug you again, because frankly, you can go to hell." She walked over to her robe and picked it up to leave.

"Talia, are you as dumb as you look. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice..." I paused and laughed at her dumbstruck face. "I just sent you page one." She couldn't believe she thought she was free.

"What the fuck Danny?!" she exclaimed.

"Ah, ah, ah," I cautioned her. "Watch your step Talia or you get nothing more. Now I think you first need to apologize to me." I sat back in my chair with a wide grin on my face.

Talia was fuming at the predicament she was in. She had no choice now though. I could tell she was gritting her teeth before she said, "I'm sorry."

"Well, it hardly seemed like you meant it, but I think you understand how this game is played." I hit send again. "Alright. You've earned two pages and a cover sheet. I'm guessing you want more. Right?"

Talia put her hands on her hips and threw her head back in desperation. She was starting to realize that the power had shifted in our relationship. She whispered, "Yes."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear that. What did you say?" I teased.

She spoke only a little louder. "Yes."

I said, "Good. It sounds like we understand each other." I smiled at her. She looked disgusted back at me. "You know, I really think it's hot in here. You should make yourself more comfortable and take off that top of yours."

She looked at me with a face that said, "No way," and said, "You can't be serious."

I just glared back and she knew my answer. "Danny, this isn't right." I didn't respond. "I apologized. What more do you want," she pleaded.

I responded, "Well Talia, I think I've made that abundantly clear."

Silence ensued. I sat staring at her smugly. I knew that I had her and it felt good considering the way she treated me. I didn't know how far this would go, but it was fun thus far. Quietly, she turned around and lifted her silky camisole top over her head, leaving her in only a bra that allowed the tops of her brown nipples to peek out over the tops of their cups. She turned to look at me and realizing how revealing her bra was, she folded her arms in front of her, adding to her defensive angry posture. The lower portion of her abdomen protruded slightly above the silky short bottoms she wore. "Happy now?" she asked. It was obvious she wasn't.

I sat a bit stunned that it had come this far. I gulped and turned to my computer. I hit send and the third page of six launched to her email account. To tell you the truth, I was a bit timid about moving forward. I had the prize of the university in nothing but her underwear and pajama bottoms in my dorm room. This was further than I ever thought it would go. She huffed and said, "I don't have all night Danny. Are we done here?!" For a woman standing half-naked, she seemed pretty confident and demanding.

That was what it took I think. After being busted being the bitch she'd probably been all her life, she thought she could slide by again. She would win. Again. I resolved to not let her get away that easy. "Yeah, um, not quite. I don't think you appreciate all of the hard work I put into this paper. You're really acting; no—you are a real bitch. Have you been treating people like shit all your life? You know? Fuck you! You write those last few pages yourself." I was a little shocked at how forthright I was. I was sure she'd walk right out right then and there.

Instead, she just stood and took it. I guess she needed this paper more than I knew. She rolled her eyes, put her hand on her forehead and said, "Alright Danny. You win. Thank you for doing the paper. I'm going to my room now." She started to pick up her shirt and robe. I then broke the news to her.

"Yeah, well, have fun finishing the paper," I said.

"What?!" She was incredulous. "What are you talking about? You didn't send it," she asked in a panic.

"Keep your voice down Talia. And lose those shorts if you want the rest of the paper." I wondered, then, if she had panties on under the silky bottoms she was wearing. This time, she didn't put up as much of a protest. She bent over and pushed the silk bottoms down her legs and off of her feet. She kicked them aside, leaving her in just her panties and her bra. The site of her in matching lace underwear was priceless. She crossed her legs slightly while standing and, again, crossed her arms. She was now very compromised and she knew it.

"Okay Danny. Here I am. You've got me. Now please; send the rest of the paper," she pleaded. I answered by motioning her to turn around for me. Reluctantly, she did and showed me the bare ass revealed by her thong panties.

"Wow. That's worth another two pages," I said calmly, though my heart was actually about to jump out of my chest. I stared at the front of her panties when she stopped, admiring the dark strip of hair rising from the top of her womanhood that I was able to make out under the lace.

Talia, in her anxious state, lost count of the pages. She was shaking and started to pick up her clothes. On her face was registered embarrassment and shame. The look seemed to give me more motivation. I wanted, no, needed to humiliate her. She had already dragged my name around in front of her sorority sisters. At least I'd pay her the courtesy of paying the price for it in my dorm room. "Man, I have to tell you. The word about campus is that you are a slut, but I always gave you the benefit of the doubt. I heard you went down on a group of your boyfriend's teammates at a party." I made the story up, but it got the shocked reaction I wanted. Tears began to well up in her eyes. "As easy as you came out of your clothes, I'd have to agree now. You are a whore."

"Fuck you Danny," she whispered.

"Oh no. According to you, no one fucks Danny." I responded, reminding her of what got her into this predicament in the first place.

"Look, I said I'm sorry already," she said with actual feeling that time.

"Yeah, yeah," I promptly responded. "I still don't give a shit."

"Okay, well. I am. I'm going back to my room," she said, sitting down on the bed and putting one foot into her satin bottoms before I stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going," I asked. "Got one more page to go slut." Talia's face drained of blood, yet she didn't seem to want to fight me anymore. "You prance around all day and tease all of us 'losers'. I think it's time to see what we're missing and apparently, the football team is boning." Talia looked confused as I stood up in front of her. She looked up at me and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I have to go," she whispered. "Please. I'm sorry. I've done everything you want. Just send me the rest of the paper. Please." I feigned some sympathy and it seemed to calm her. I think she thought I'd let her go. In fact, she was free to leave. I then gave her my proposition. "Lay back and let me see it all and you'll get the rest of the paper."

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