My dark twisted fantasy- episode

I glanced at my watch as the last student got up to do his presentation. It was 4 pm and I'd been sitting in a jury since 9:30 with a short break for lunch. I was ready for the day to end as he plowed into his song and dance.

"My project is a branding exercise for a line of organic restaurants. I took my inspiration from their menu and created a graphic and logo that could..."

He droned on as I lost my concentration and waited for the day to end. I had been invited to the University to be an outside jurist for a group of sophomores finishing up their spring Computer Graphics and Marketing course. As one not used to endless presentations by young college students, I had begun to run out of gas by mid-afternoon. But, on the whole, the day had been an interesting insight into a group of relatively creative students who had set their sights on a big final push to finish the course and, hopefully, get a good grade.

I looked over at Chloe and smiled. I could see that she too was waning as the afternoon was coming to a close. Chloe had been a student intern at our advertising firm the past two summers and was a month away from graduation. She was a Teaching Assistant for this particular course, being taught by a Professor Stevens, and she had called me to see if I'd be interested in being an "outside" professional member of their final jury. The other members were all faculty here at the University and I was the lone member from the actual world of advertising.

Honestly, I probably would have taken a pass on the offer under different circumstances. But how could I turn down Chloe? Plus I still held out hopes that I could lure her back to the office after graduation...or if not this summer, then at some point in the future. I had written her a recommendation letter for a design firm in Cleveland, Ohio, so I knew she was looking further afield. Based on the glowing recommendation letter I had written, any firm would jump at the chance to hire her. I suspected she was moving to the Midwest upon graduation, but I still didn't know for sure. I figured I'd find out later in the evening.

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Chloe was a senior, but she had taken a gap year before college and was, therefore, a little more mature than most of the college students her age. We had had a very professional relationship during the summers she worked in our Albany office. She had grown up in Clifton Park and was living at home the two summers of her employment with us. She had helped me with a variety of projects and we'd established a wonderful working relationship. She was conscientious, smart, hardworking and focused. She took on any task with a smile and was able to handle clients as well; in fact, they loved her.

In many ways I felt like a mentor to Chloe over those two summers. And while our relationship was totally professional on every level, there was also a subtle undercurrent that I had always sensed. It wasn't necessarily a flirtatious connection, although that was there for sure. It was deeper than that - more like a mutual attraction at some very basic level that transcended our 33 year age difference.

Of course, on top of being smart and personable, Chloe was also a very attractive young lady. She had always projected a very conservative, innocent image in the time I had known her. I think she had that effect on anyone who met her. But while she had that "girl-next-door" look and demeanor, she had a body that belied the image she projected. I had seen her in skin tight jeans the past two summers when she had worked for us and knew she had a killer body to match her sweetheart personality and considerable professional skills. She was a keeper, on every level.

I looked over at her as the young gentleman presenting droned on. Her long wavy black hair contrasted sharply with the smooth pale skin of her complexion. Her big brown eyes surveyed the images being presented as I surveyed her. She was wearing the requisite student uniform of jeans and a tight top and probably stood about 5'-5" in her sneakers. Her slender body still had an innocence to its curves. Her breasts weren't large - maybe a nice B cup - but they were well proportioned to her thin torso. Her long legs were lean and taut and I had admired them in dresses a few time the previous summer. Her ass was a sight to behold, in jeans or a dress. And when she wore heels, which I had observed only a few times, they added a sensuous air that contrasted with the sweet innocence that permeated her personae. She was an interesting study in contrasts: sweet innocence mixed with sexy as hell.

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