The campus was a small city, and it was alarmingly easy to procure a custodian uniform and name tag, adding myself to the staff list. If I could do it, so could anyone with even basic hacking skills. For years, I’d tried showing security officials how incredibly easy it was to breach supposedly well-guarded institutions.
I donned my uniform and stepped into the school as the hallways filled with students. I grabbed a tool belt from a nearby supply closet and walked the halls as if I belonged there. I watched her first class. I had installed video cameras in the classrooms late Sunday night and now accessed the live footage on my phone.
Dressed in a tight miniskirt, chunky heels, and an angora sweater worn without a bra—Cheryl was looking like every man’s fantasy, especially mine. Beside her, Maddie, while showing less skin, wore a pair of jeans that looked painted on, showcasing her long, slim legs and heart-shaped ass perfectly. I sighed in resignation, knowing that if I wasn’t busy protecting Cheryl from threats, I’d be busy threatening every guy on campus.
I stayed hidden until the class ended. The two girls parted with a hug and a promise to talk later. Cheryl walked to the coffee hut outside the building where her next class was, taking her time chatting with others in line. I glanced at my watch. Ten minutes late. What was she thinking? And why was she grabbing two coffees before marching off to the lecture hall? She shook her breasts, pouted, and kicked the door.
A handsome young associate professor looked through the window, his glare changing to a smile when he saw her. He opened the door, and Cheryl handed him a coffee. “I’m so sorry, Professor,” she pouted prettily. “My last teacher detained me, and I got here as soon as I could.” She blinked several times and gave him a provocative smile. “I felt so bad that I stopped to get you a coffee. Am I forgiven?” She licked her lips suggestively—what a brat. I couldn’t wait until all that sauciness was directed at me. Just let her try to seduce me out of spanking her ass.
The professor stumbled and opened the door wide. She waltzed in, her hips swinging with greater emphasis now that she knew he was watching. I changed the camera angle and noticed everyone watching her. My cock was hard, and my palm itched. Cheryl was a handful, and being her daddy would be a challenge I relished.
She took her seat, and the classroom seemed to sigh collectively before returning their eyes to the front of the room and the shy professor. Once that class was over, she had a lunch break. I followed her to the dining pavilion, then went tothe second floor and the maintenance closet for a broom and dustpan.
There were no cameras in the dining pavilion, and I wanted to keep a close watch on her. She met with Maddie and another young woman—a beautiful redhead with freckles and a killer body. These college girls seemed far more mature than those I’d known when I graduated ten years earlier.
The girls put comforting arms around Maddie, and I wondered what that was about. Then Maddie got up and hurried off, while the other two continued talking and eating their salads. They stood out from the crowd, which was another problem. I wondered if I could convince Cheryl to dye her hair. Her short, bleached Madonna locks were highly noticeable in a room filled with every shade of brown and black.
Cheryl was in a league of her own, and she knew it. My intel on her proved one thing: it was all an act. She was protecting herself, but at what cost? I longed to pull her close and tell her everything would be okay. That time would come, but until then, I would stick to the shadows and keep her safe.
Half an hour later, Cheryl and the redhead left. I quickly put away the broom and dustpan and followed Cheryl out of the building. When she didn’t head toward her next class, I swore under my breath, frustrated by her unexpected deviations; why couldn’t she just go from one class to the next like everyone else?
As we passed the last building, I realized she was walking to her apartment, approximately two blocks away, and the most dangerous part of the journey was the forest trail. It would get her home faster but also provided perfect cover for an attacker. Of course, Cheryl took that route. She did everything wrong, and I was scandalized by her lack of safety.
Then I heard her scream. I arrived to see two men trying to abduct her. One held her arms while the other attempted to gagher, but the blonde spitfire used her chunky heels to inflict some damage.
I pulled my gun. “Take your fucking hands off her.” The scene was almost comic. The amateur kidnappers froze, and Cheryl fell. All eyes turned to me.
“Cheryl, get behind me now.” She scrambled to her feet as the two men moved. One dove for her, knife in hand, while the other pulled a gun and aimed for me. They were too slow. Cheryl screamed as I fired into the two men.
I checked their pulses. Both were dead. I pulled the bodies deep into the brush and called for backup. Once I knew my clean-up crew was on the way, I picked up a trembling Cheryl. “Breathe, come on, honey, deep breaths.” Knowing Cheryl was in shock and needed my help, I moved quickly toward her apartment.
Her keys were in her purse. I fished them out and unlocked the door. Inside, I grabbed a blanket from her bed and wrapped her up. “Cheryl, look at me.” Her wide, vacant eyes stared blankly.
“Listen to me, you’re in shock. You’ve had a fright, but you’re going to be okay, I promise. Now, where’s the tea? Better yet, do you have any alcohol?”
She pointed to the kitchen, speechless. While the water heated, I dug through the cupboards and found a whiskey bottle above the fridge. I added a generous amount of Earl Grey to steep. When the tea was ready, I removed the teabag, added a generous portion of whiskey, and returned to the living room.
“Drink.” I held the cup to her lips. She seemed to operate on autopilot, allowing me to pour a little of the hot liquid down her throat. As a security expert, my primary objective was to protect the asset—in this case, Cheryl. Assuring her as a man was secondary.
“Cheryl, nothing bad will happen to you. You’re safe now. Come on,” I coaxed, “take the cup and drink.” Realizing I needed to change tactics, I acknowledged that I’d been hoping for more than her blank stare.
“Drink your tea, little girl, or you’ll end up over my knee.” Her pupils dilated, and her pulse increased. “That’s better. Drink your tea. Now, Cheryl.”
She straightened and took the cup, sipping tentatively before downing the whiskey-infused tea. When she handed back the cup, I saw that her color had improved, and she no longer trembled.
“I’m getting you in the shower, baby, okay?” She nodded, and I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom, where she allowed me to undress her and place her in the shower.
“Please, come in with me.” Her eyes welled. She was scared, and I wanted her to feel safe. I quickly stripped and joined her under the hot jets of water.
Cheryl was from wealth and privilege, and her apartment reflected that. No basic housing crap for this princess. Her place was state-of-the-art, and the shower was twice the standard size, with multiple heads. I turned her, lifting her arms and massaging around her collarbones. She needed to relax and get out of flight mode. Once I was satisfied, I moved her directly under the spray and repeatedly ran my hands down her body.
She softened, becoming putty in my hands. She leaned back, the top of her head barely reaching my chest. She might seem tough and reckless, but I knew better. That was a product of her upbringing. Cheryl was tiny, soft, and desperate for someone to take care of her.
I ran my hands down her chest and cupped her perfect breasts. She moaned and arched her back. I plucked at her nipples, and her ass pressed back against me. I slid a hand down her slick seam, and she moaned a wanton, “Yes, please.”
I sank a finger into her tight anus, and she arched further back. Our height difference made it harder to reach her. I turned her around and picked her up. She weighed almost nothing, and I liked the leverage the position allowed.
She wrapped her legs around my hips, and I pressed her onto my cock. Her walls took my length as I slid inside. I gave her a moment to adjust to my size before sinking a finger back into her puckered hole. “Yes, Daddy, oh yes,” Cheryl mewled. With my arm wrapped around her, we began a pace that had us both panting in seconds.
