GENEVIEVE

Chapter One: Drinks & Delights

He watched contently as the amber colored  fluid filled his glass. Raising his hand in a halting motion to his assistant as the drink reach the tip of the glass, he raised the glass to his lips and enjoyed as the fine scotch to took over his taste buds. Leaving nothing but it's burning sensation.

Nicholas usually did not drink much, but he knew the night would be filled with many complaints as well as disputes between he and his friends.

Nicholas Harrington, Dean of the one and only Bradford university, stood in his eloquent campus office, waiting for his colleagues to arrive.
At the age of 40, he had accomplished more then the average man. Before coming to teach at Bradford, he was a political scientist. He came from a long line of political figures. His grandfather being the state senator of Vermont, leaving him a great legacy to continue.
When in college he studied war and politics, a subject he developed a deep passion for.
In which he did by becoming the attorney general for quite sometime, before retiring early and becoming a professor at Bradford. Nicholas shamed his family by engaging as a political science professor at one of the most respected universities in the country.

According to his family, Nicholas had the potential to become a governor or president someday. After all, he was strategic in everything he did and could make entire nations fall to their knees.

After teaching for a few years, Nicholas was highly admired by the board of the university, leading him to be promoted to Dean of students.

"Shall I pour drinks for your guest?"
His assistant, Matthew, spoke.

Nicholas shook his head,
"No I'm sure those bastards will wish you pour their own drink. You are free to leave for the night."

Without another word, Matthew scurried out of his office, closing the oak doors behind him.

Taking a seat upon one of the leather couches in his office, Nicholas admired his office. It had an extremely masculine tone to it. The room was dark with high ceilings, making it look spacious.

The fire place was a beautiful piece of art that reminded him just how old the university truly was.

He grimaced at the large, intimidating portrait of him that hung above the fire place. He had been completely against getting the painting of himself done but according to tradition, every Dean at Bradford had one in their office.

"I swear this rain is going to be the bloody death of me."

Nicholas did not have to turn away from the fireplace to know who entered his office. Based on the British accent and the sound of Prada shoes walking across the room to the liquor cabinet, he knew it was his friend and colleague, William Archibald.

At the sound of William pouring himself a drink, filled his office, Nicholas thought back to the time he first met his friend.

William Archibald was originally from London. He moved to the states at only eighteen to pursue a career as an author. He made his debut with one of his many novels ten years later. He was now known as one of the greatest figures in literature.

William was offered a teaching job at Bradford when he publicly announced he would no longer be writing. His retirement from writing came as a shock to many, because the world knew William had so much talent to share.

Now at the age of thirty eight, he taught the art of literature. No one knew why he ever stopped writing, not even his friends.

"Do you mind if I light a fag in here?"
William asked Nicholas, pulling a cigarette out of his suit pocket.

Nicholas sighed,
"And if I do?"

William sent Nicholas a mischievous gleam before lighting the cigarette.

At the sound of the office doors bursting open, they both turned. Nicholas couldn't help but grin at the sour face of the man who had stormed in.

"What seems to have your panties in a twist?"
Nicholas asked.

Isaac Lenox's presence alone could cause chills to anyone, especially his students. He was dressed in his usual black designer suit, his dark hair was combed back perfectly to perfection, though there were a few strays in the front due to the way he bursted into the room.

As usual, Isaac Lenox looked like a god. Although he was far from it. At 40 years old, Lenox had been teaching psychology at Bradford for eight years. Originally he worked with criminals across the world, getting into their heads, breaking them down until there was nothing left but self hatred.  Isaac had the ability to figure out what exactly made individuals crumble.

He could make anyone fall apart and come together again with his words.

He grew up in New York and came from old money. From what many knew Isaac was estranged from his family and did not talk about them much.

"The mere thought that I will have to stand in front of those ungrateful brats is what has my fucking panties in a twist. Thanks for asking Nic."
Issac finally spoke before drowning a glass of scotch, signaling William to pour him another.

Nicholas couldn't help but sigh. It was no secret that the three men had little patience and tolerance for the younger generation. It was almost as if their carefree and reckless mindsets irked them to the core.

The three men were dominant and stern in their own ways. They needed to be obeyed by everyone and could not stand being questioned.

To them, their word was law.

"Ah you've got to look at the brighter side, mate. At least you won't be stuck teaching freshman again."
William laughed while patting Isaac playfully on the back.

Isaac jerked away and pointed a finger at Nicholas,
"You better make sure that shit doesn't happen again! I don't give a damn what the board says I'm not babysitting!"

"I can assure you, that you have been given sophomores and above. You won't be babysitting anyone."
Nicholas laughed while rising to pour himself a drink.

"It's a shame though, fresh meat is usually the most delicious."
William murmured while staring into his glass.

Isaac and Nicholas looked at him, their entire demeanors changing into those of the serious men they naturally were.

"Now William, we promised we would behave this year."
Isaac smirked, cocking his head to the side in a taunting manner.

William shrugged, returning Isaac's mischievous gleam,
"And what if I can't resist?"

Young girls were among the many things the three men had in common. It was their darkest secret in which the three of them only shared amongst themselves. They had a taste for young girls that radiated purity.

There was something about the Lolita fantasy that set all three their flesh on fire. They were dominant and needed control, something they could easily have with a young girl in their bed. Although each men had a few different preferences, it came down to them all craving the ultimate nymphet.

Although they each despised sharing. They were much too selfish with the girls they bedded to share. An unspoken rule they each respected.

"We've discusses this, students are off limits William. I can't keep covering for us."
Nicholas sighed running his fingers through his salt & pepper colored hair.

As dean, Nicholas knew it was a risky thing messing around with their students. Especially since all of his past encounters with them were so insignificant. Of course he was tempted by the school girl role and the dominant position he had when it came to them but none of them were worth throwing his career away.

"Nicholas is right, William. If you want to have fun find a girl somewhere else, Bradford is off limits."
Isaac spoke, although he loathed the words coming from his mouth.

He enjoyed playing with the pretty little things that walked this campus. It gave him much pleasure playing with their minds as well as their bodies.

"So I suppose we are all in agreement then. No girls."
William raised his glass.

Nicholas and Isaac joined him in raising their glasses before they all spoke in union.

"No girls."