”“Fine, I’ll sign the damned form,” he said.I shook my head. “No, you won’t. You’ve been dismissed. Please leave this meeting, or I will...contact security and have you removed from here.” I saw the other three men sitting at the table smile at my comments, then sign the form.One of them said, “Thank you for your service to Stanford University, Mister Campbell. Please leave the facilities by the end of the day. Your services are no longer required by the University.”There was an awkward silence. I walk past the same cold hallways everyday. Sometimes I take the straight lines and trace a large rectangle on the way back to my office. Other times I cut through the middle and zig-zag my way. Today I decided to zigzag. I reach my office. The yellow cart is closer now. Soon. I’m speaking to Andrew, our manager, on the phone about an order. He’s young and I’ve always thought that he was attractive. He has black hair, bright blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. He is tall – about 5’9′ – which. She didn't really like this shit, but it was a good career. Indian University's were one of the few places she could free herself from the rigid social structure that still dominated her country, but she had begun to think the skinny Professor could be her ticket to America. She knew her exotic face and body would let her really prosper there. And everything had been going well until a few days ago.Mousy Sylvia had suddenly become his favorite. One day, she had been just a lackey, translating. I moved my hand to the outline of his cock that was bulging through his jeans and began grab it. I let out a moan. He began to whisper in my ear “Sase I want to fuck you, please”. He carried on kissing me around my neck as I tried to hold back my moans. He fidgeted and moved his hand and began to unbutton his pants, he pulled them both down revealing his brown thick piece of meat which was looking straight at me. I turned more towards him and said to him “eta kita” (what is this) he replied.