College Fees - Chapter 1

College Fees

by Susan Louise Montague

 
When John Philips goes to college it is the single biggest achievement of his life. Orphaned at a young age he is managing to pay the expensive college fees with the help of an aged benefactor. He moves into a house off campus which he is sharing with three beautiful young women with whome he gets along famously. Studying hard to make a future career for himself and having secured top grades in his first semester everything seems to be going amazingly well, however as fate would have it John's benefactor dies intestate after just his first semester. With no funds coming in the college tells John it will grant him a small bursary for his fees due to his high grades but that he will have to find a means of keeping and feeding himself. In the middle of a recession and with no money John turns to his friends and house mates Susan, Pamela, and Cindy for help. At first he baulks at their novel idea for him to earn some money which would involve him working as a girl but eventually gives in as he has no other choice and this sets him on a road to self discovery he never would have dreamed of taking.....


 
John Philips sat in the Dean’s office trying to explain his non payment of fees for the upcoming semester. The Dean, James Dank, sat directly across from him paying careful attention, listening carefully to every word this lightly built young man had to say to him.

“So you see, since my benefactor has died intestate everything he owns will now go to some distant relations he had and the money he was paying to the college for me will be stopped immediately by the estate’s lawyers. I have tried writing to the firm in charge of his estate but they informed me that the relations were a tight-fisted bunch who considered my benefactor to be excessive in the spending of his money on charitable cases. The firm also informed me that if I wish to speak to the relations begging their assistance that it would be to no avail. I tried writing a couple of times again out of desperation but on each occasion the letters came back marked return to sender.”

“Mr. Philips,” said the dean, “your case seems to be one of extreme hardship and it is within my power to waive fees here at the college for a small number of such cases. You grades here are exemplary, straight A pluses and all your professors speak highly of you as a sharp and enquiring mind. For someone who was reared moving from one foster home to another after your parents died your performance is astounding. Therefore I’m going to wave your course fees here for the duration of your degree. However, as regards money for rent, food and your other needs there is nothing I can do. I suggest you get a part-time job to cover these.”

John was ecstatic at hearing the Dean’s pronouncement while at the same time deep down he was also despondent at the thought of trying to find a part-time job that would pay enough to cover his rent and food for the duration of his course. Nonetheless he did not let this show outwardly to the Dean, whom he knew had done all he could to help him as regards the fees–which were a whopping $50,000 per year. He politely thanked the Dean in an enthusiastic manner befitting of what he had just done for him and after they said their goodbyes he headed back to the house he shared near the college.
 
 
When he arrived back the three girls with whom he shared the house were all eating a post-class meal before heading off to their part time jobs. It was four pm and all three of them, Susan, Pamela and Cindy worked in the massive Et du Fem department store in the city centre. It was one of the few places weathering the ongoing recession well, as its clientele were all the wives of the super rich, known in marketing terms as the upper uppers, the people for whom money never mattered. Even where Et du Fem clients–or more likely their husbands–were making losses, their wealth was on such a scale that it didn’t affect their day-to-day spending.

The girls were all dressed in their uniform of low cut white satin blouses, sky blue pencil skirts which hung just above the knee and 3.5” heel matching blue pumps when he walked in. They made quite a fetching sight, all made up and looking their best as it was store policy that its assistants should exude glamour and femininity at all times. Their uniform skirts and jackets were even designed by a top Italian designer, made from cashmere and lined with satin. All three had striking blond hair, were lightly tanned and had fantastic figures and bone structures. It was all he could do to resist the urge he felt in his pants to get an erection just seeing them.


 
To Be Continued...


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