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browser history!” She laughs at her own joke. “I would like to take you on as a submissive for one of the premium lines. There will obviously be some artistic licence, you won’t be a ‘to the letter’ submissive, after all, can’t very well hold a conversation over the phone if your gagged.” Again she seems to find herself hilarious. I take another sip of water and give a very nervous laugh, trying to share her carefree attitude to the whole other world crashing into mine. “If you agree we will start you off one hour each night, from midnight onwards tends to be busiest. It’s completely anonymous and completely safe, no one needs to know. You look like a girl who can keep a secret?” She looks directly at me. She is either the master of the understatement or she really can read people.
    “I can, I do and I will . . . but are you sure?” I hold her gaze. Her lips twitch into a smooth smile and she merely raises her brow, sweeping her knowledgeable gaze around her immaculate office and over her expensively clothed body; finally resting her eyes on her diamond laden fingers, the final piece of evidence of her good decisions.
    “Here take this phone, if you decide it’s a no, then you can drop it back but if we are good to go it will save me a courier.”
    “Thank you and thank you for your time Miss, sorry . . . Mags, just a few days? I tell her.
    “I’ll be waiting.” She was grinning as I left her office.

    I have an email from Mr Wilson waiting when I arrived home. It was an urgent message to come to his office after class tomorrow. Crap.

MY FIRST WEEK at University, I could pinch myself that I’m actually here and given my recent meeting with Mr Wilson I’m on cloud nine. I had initially thought Mr Sinfully Sexy might have disclosed my lie, not that he was specific as to what he thought I was lying about and I certainly wasn’t going to volunteer that information. This line of thinking, however, would at best make me paranoid and at worst mean I am suffering from an over inflated sense of self-importance so I was relieved it was neither. Mr Wilson informed me that the IT bursary I had applied for had been successful. Colour me shocked! I didn’t really think I was eligible for any type of assistance as a part-time student but I had applied all the same because I also didn’t have the luxury of not at least trying for some assistance and an upgrade on my ancient laptop was decades overdue. That said I wasn’t sure if what I felt was joy or just a huge sense of surprise but I found myself inappropriately hugging Mr Wilson at the news. Like I say, cloud nine!
    I am a little intimidated sat high in the Gods of this ultra-modern lecture theatre and the blank page of my notepad isn’t helping. I smile to myself because now when I get the IT grant money I can buy a decent laptop like all the students around me are sporting. Mine takes around two days to warm up and weighs the same as a small car. In other respects though, I look like a typical student. At twenty I am perhaps two years older than most of the students and five years younger than is permitted on the part time programme but most people wouldn’t notice and that might be why I was so taken back when Mr Stone called it at our first meeting.
    The theatre is starting to fill and I am lucky that my choice in footwear resembles a mountain boot with crampons as the angle of climb to my seat is perilously steep and I am hugely respectful of the girls that attempt the climb in heels. Glancing around there does seem to be a disproportionate number of females and not dressed in what seems to be the standard asexual garb but more like that of a catwalk or night out clubbing, strange.
    This series of lectures was a real coup for the University, leading high profile business people giving an ‘up close and personal’ guide to Entrepreneurship. The Lectures are mandatory for Mature students in the Business faculty but you would have to be an idiot