That's how many times I've sat down in front of the Selections Committee for the United Nations Consultancy Program.
Guess who's been on the committee every single time?
Yep.
Anders Trask.
I mean, talk about conflict of interest, right? This tops them all. For a program that's designed to judge the applicants on the moral fiber that they carry, I'm somehow not sure that sleeping with my professor who also happens to be on the nominating committee is the best idea.
The worst part about it? Anders doesn't seem to care.
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Four.
That's how many times I've tried to bring up the fact that I'm not completely comfortable with the arrangement.
The first time, he just picked me up and threw me on the bed and began to kiss my neck. I mean, you try talking and expressing your concerns when you have a giant cock rubbing up against you and a wonderful man feeling your boob and kissing your neck. So I gave up that time.
The second time he went down on me. He even used his fingers. It was a long, slow process where he stimulated my G-spot over and over. He told me to relax and I closed my eyes, letting everything go. All of a sudden, it felt like I had to pee. Anders told me to trust him, and my body began to shake and before I knew it, I was squirting.
That's right. I was freakin' squirting! I was cumming too. This was insane.
So, yeah, I kinda forgot about the whole conflict of interest issue.
The next time was just yesterday. Anders tried to have sex with me, but by now I had sorta wised up.
Something was up where it seemed that every time I tried to bring this up I was instead experiencing powerful orgasms.
I mean, I'm not complaining. And if I keep getting orgasms, maybe manufacturing some conflicts of interest isn't a bad idea. Keep the spice alive in our relationship? God, that sounds so lame. We're much more cooler as a secret couple than that.
"Let's talk about it tomorrow over brunch then," Anders said when I wouldn't back down.
Fine. If he wanted 24 hours, I could wait.
The final time I brought it up is just now.
We're sitting at Balthazar. It's a Sunday morning.
And I'm going to figure out just how over the ethical line we are with what's going on. On one hand, I don't want to recuse myself from being considered for only the most important award and opportunity in my career. But I don't want to get that great opportunity on the back of a lie.
So wish me luck, babe. If Anders has been ducking this convo for a while I have a feeling it's going to be a bit of a doozy.
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Anders
So Christine probably basically said that everytime she tries to bring up the whole conflict of interest bit I try to have sex with her, didn't she?
Don't try to turn the page or move on. I know she did.
It's okay. No reason for it to be awkward. I know she tells you things about me when I'm not there, because it's her POV.
So sure, I've been trying to shut Christine up with my cock. No, I didn't mean it to sound like what it just sounded like. I'm not stuffing it in her mouth or anything.
Well, actually I am. Fuck.
But nevermind. That's not what I mean. I mean, yes, I am absolutely having sex with her to get her mind off this conflict of interest thing that she's got her head around.