Fifty Shades of Pulp

PULP

This is my alternative universe relating to Fifty Shades of Grey. I should add that I don't own any part of FSOG or the characters that EL James created. I'm trying to have a little fun.

Chapter 1   I Spy with my Gray Eyes

WSU-V

How is it this University can rationalize that the grant I've given to the Farming Division is somehow open season for Dean Howard to siphon money from? Greedy fuck trying to hold WSU Agricultural Department over a barrel withholding the monies until he philters what he wants.

A surprise visit is due to Howard's office.

Snarling at his receptionist  "Is Howard in..."

Not waiting for a response I barge into his office. And he's not alone. There is a young coed on her knees giving him head.

hissing at this young coed  "Get up off your knees and get the fuck out of here."

Howard looking embarrassed and stunned quickly tucking in his middle aged dick as the girl scurries out of his office. Leaning over the desk, pointing with my index finger to his wedding band.

Growling, "You piece of shit, don't fuck with the Farming Divisions Endowment."

He starts to open his mouth, I raise my finger to him effectively shutting him down

"I didn't get where I am today by chance nor luck. I know what you are doing and I want what you took returned to the account. Keep this up Howard and not only will I terminate the annual replenishment of funds I'll also make sure everyone knows WHY I did so." glancing at my watch for the time, I pull a business card out of my inside breast pocket tossing it on the his desk "You have until the end of banking hours today to restore what was taken and then you are go to that location."

his voice just above a whisper "Mr. Grey"

"Shut up Howard. You think you're smarter than most but not me and my team. Let me say I've taken down men better and a lot more smarter than you. I'd advise you to shut the fuck up and do as you're told."

visually seeing the defeat by the slumping of his shoulders.

"Mr. Grey I know who this attorney is... Please save me from this personal humiliation can we reach an understanding?"

"Howard, deviate from my 'say so' and your deemed life is over then you can explain this to the board and if I so much get a inkling of you trying to slander me I'll know and you can kiss your little career goodbye."

I turn around and walk out leaving the office I'm fucking livid. I can't believe I had to fly here this morning to confront and whip his ass into shape. All I want is to make my way back to Charlie Tango and get back to Seattle. Elena is looking into some new subs for me. I hope she finds someone soon. Three months is long, too long, I'm starting to feel rather edgy. It may be a beautiful mid Spring morning but I'm in no mood for the sunny sky, pulling out my aviator sunglasses from my breast pocket putting them on I frown. Hell at least the flight back to Seattle should be uneventful.

Making my way across the campus I see this girl walking towards me instinctively my quick pace slows as I get closer to her. Damn... Just my type: brunette though a little more petite than my usual fare. I'm really liking the look of her hair it's long, wavy, taking on a little wild and disheveled appeal. Dressed in black leggings with cut off gray sweats over them. A blue snug yoga shirt, black workout jacket and black ballet flats. Looking absolutely fuckable though ill dressed. Asking myself 'What's ups with those tacky cutup sweatpants? Nothing a new wardrobe couldn't cure.

She's on the phone eating a banana, loaded down with a violin case, a messenger bag full of books that's resting on her left hip. A couple of Cap & Gowns over her left arm and a backpack with a yoga mat sticking out of it. My lips twitch. I want to smile. This tiny creature looks like a pack mule, she must be carrying as much on her as she weighs. Getting closer I can hear part of the conversation.

"Yes, I have your Gown."   pause  

"Jesus woman how many times do I have to mention that I'm doing yoga today. I'm not coming home until around 8 tonight."   pause

"Look, we'll talk later, I need to hustle I'm running behind and you know I don't do late."

I hear that and I can't help but break into a huge smile as she walking by. Looking up to me she gives me a shy smile quickly looking away. That little smile stopped me dead in my tracks, turning around I pull my aviators sunglasses down the bridge of my nose and start following her. What amazing blue eyes and dammit I want to see them again without my sunglasses. I catch myself thinking 'Were they as blue as your mind led you to believe?' Hoping she'll turn around for a second glance at me but she doesn't continuing with her conversation.

"Yes, I'll meet you in front of the Music Hall at 11:40. And you owe me. I left the apartment early just for you." Laughing... what a great giggle.

"You better have that damned article finished"

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... love you too." again laughing.

Keeping a little distance between us. I can't help staring at her. After depositing the peel into the trash... without breaking her stride, she sweeps her hair back, running her fingers through it like a comb, whipping it around pulling it into a tight bun, then securing her hair in place with a rubber-band. Internally I groan. Fuck... this little coed is sexy.

I really need to get a new submissive...