Hot Night With My Professor

As soon as I sat down at the bar counter, the bartender immediately asked what I wanted. Tequila will do. I will just drink that until I pass out.

I looked around. I’m not used to such places. This is something that Professor Sybill taught me when we were here celebrating his birthday together, and now, what in the world was I thinking to choose to go here when all I will remember is him? Such a bad idea.

I sighed as the memories of me and Professor Sybill came back to my mind. Even all the ones we’ve been together with. I missed him so much. How awful it was for me that he vanished out of nowhere like a bubble, and I was left sitting here like an idiot, not sure if he would come back. I couldn’t even find it in myself to stop hoping. I feel that he will come back, that he will stop by my room again at some point during the night, but he has never shown up since then. I hope it’s easy to forget him, but I don’t think I have the right to do that either. I’m still hoping. What if he was merely holding off to go to me? What if he has a valid excuse for not being able to come to see me? What if he’s just waiting for me to graduate?

I suppressed a yawn and took another swig of the tequila I was drinking before closing my eyes. I’m making an effort to clear out the mess in my head, but it just keeps getting worse. It’s gotten to the point where I have no idea what time it is. It seems like I’ve been at this bar for a very long time already, drinking. Even my hearing is deteriorating due to the loud music in the environment as well as the loudness of the crying in my heart.

“Sir, what time is it?” I asked the bartender.

“It’s five in the afternoon.”

My lips curved. Why does it take so long? I thought it was already late. Will I be sad for a long time?

I shook my head as I attempted to stand up after I had paid for my drinks. I tried to go away from the counter, but my head was spinning, and everything looked like it was moving in front of my eyes. Wait, is there an earthquake going on here?

I grasped my head and forced myself to mend myself. However, what can I expect after spending that much time drinking? Is it four hours? It’s very likely that I’m going to experience some severe vertigo. I really have no hope.

I simply decided to take a break and relax for a little while by sitting on the couch in the corner of the bar. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing for a few seconds before suddenly becoming aware of someone’s hand on my lap, caressing my thighs. When I opened my eyes, I was startled to find a man grinning at me. He was standing directly beside me while stroking various areas of my body at random. Indiscriminately. I shot him a death glare and made a futile attempt to take his hand away, but he swiftly replaced it.

“What the fuck?” I asked as I slapped him. It took him by surprise, and just as he was going to touch me once more, someone else grabbed my hand. Someone pushed his way in front of me in order to battle over the perverted guy. All I could see was his broad back.

“Get your hands off of her,” he told the man who had touched me.

I let out a sigh. If I had the strength to fight, I would, but I’m fortunate that this other man is taking care of it for me.

I noticed that the other man appeared anxious and promptly extended an apology to me before he left. I couldn’t help but frown. That man walks away so fast. Was he scared of this man in front of me? Why? Who is this?

When I turned my head to gaze at the man who had helped me, I abruptly felt lightheaded.

“Hey there, are you okay?” I heard him ask in his deep voice. I felt his warm and rough hand as he supported me. He held my elbow.

I was ready to glance up at his face when a light suddenly appeared in my field of vision, preventing me from doing so. I grabbed his necktie, and the next thing I remembered, I was unconscious.

*****

I cautiously opened my eyes, and the sight that greeted me was that of a spotless white room. Not cold at all. Not even remotely warm. Where am I?

When I turned my head to look behind me, I noticed that I was out of my place. Am I in the hospital? No, I am not there. I tried to recall my memories, but all that came to me was that I had spent my time drinking in the pub.

What the hell happened after that? How did I end up in this place?

I climbed down from the bed and left the room. At that point, I became aware that I was in a room in a hotel. Why am I even here?

I took a glance at what I was wearing, and I was shocked to see that it was not what I was wearing yesterday. Wasn’t I dressed in my uniform? Yesterday, the bouncer almost prevented me from entering the bar since I was still wearing my identification card. Fortunately, I was resourceful; I had also taken off my tie, so it was not immediately clear that I was wearing a university uniform. I just look like a lady who works in an office. But why am I wearing long sleeves that are not in my size today? And why am I only wearing underwear?

I made an effort to settle my nerves. At least I’m wearing my panties. It’s worse if there aren’t.

Hold on.

When I looked down at what I was holding, a red necktie with a straightforward line design caught my attention, and I immediately came to a halt at the front door. Whose necktie is this? Why am I holding it?

I frowned when I noticed that the necktie I was holding looked familiar. It seems to me like I’ve seen it before.

I looked at the back of the tie, and there was a capital letter M there. M? Wait a minute…

I had to close my eyes when suddenly, a memory emerged in my mind that took me back. I drank too much tequila yesterday, and after drinking it, I rested on the couch. And just as someone was going to molest me, a man came to my rescue and prevented it. Does he own this necktie?

Wait, let me get this straight: does it mean he brought me here?

But where is he? Is this his house? But why does it seem that there are none other than my things?