So what if he was there? So what if he watched her do what he had watched so many other coeds do? So what if he knew that the trolling ritual was just a prelude to frantic, animalistic fornication back in her apartment?

Determined to earn her first paycheck as a member of Professor Brown's research group, she left the protection of the ladies' room and walked toward her group of young men.

She felt momentarily anxious again as she passed the Professor in his booth, but she kept going.

"Hi," she drawled to the young man that she thought was the cutest of the three. "I'm Lisa. I feel sooo hot. Dancing makes me feel...better. Wanna dance?”

Slowly wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, she looked him up and down. She was playing the seductress to perfection. Only a dead man would not have responded to the way she looked and the way she was acting. This young man was not dead.

"Fuck yeah, baby," he said. "But the band won't be starting to play in the next room for at least another ten minutes."

"That's okay, sugar. If you want to wait for the music, you don't have to start yet. You can just stand still right where you are. But if you don't mind, I'll go ahead and start now.”

She stood right in front of him and started to gracefully swing her hips back and forth. She started to hear one of her favorite songs, a dance number, in her mind. She danced slowly, sensually, in perfect time with the beat that only she heard.

She moved her hands up and down over her body, slowly caressing her hips and breasts, moaning occasionally as she squeezed her own soft flesh.

What Lisa was doing kind of looked like a dance. But she was really performing the trolling ritual.

She gradually moved her feet forward on each side of the young man, until he was standing between her widespread knees. She was constantly in motion, sliding her body up and down, and back and forth, against the young man's body. When she pressed her own groin against his, moving her hips around in a little circle, she felt his erect cock throb, even through the layers of clothing that still covered it. The teasing ritual was quickly having the intended effect.

They were both getting very hot.

"Oh, god!" the young man groaned at the feelings she was giving him.

Lisa had quickly become the center of attention in the room. People, mostly young men, started forming a sort of circle around Lisa and her three young men.

The Professor was having trouble seeing everything that she was doing, so he left his booth and became part of the circle. He didn't know why, but watching Lisa trolling was making him feel...uneasy. He was very uncomfortable with what she was doing to the first young man. It seemed to be arousing an unexpected protective instinct in him, like for some reason he should "save" Lisa from the three men.

When the Professor recognized his feelings, he suppressed them. He thought such feelings made no sense. After all, Lisa was here of her own free will. It wasn't like she hadn't done anything like this before. He knew that she had done it...many times before, in fact, and that she had enjoyed doing it. Still, somehow, his protective instinct wouldn't go away.

Lisa knew that she had already won with the first young man. He was ready to follow her, like an obedient puppy, anywhere that she might lead. She turned her back to him and thrust her ass against his legs. Her movements didn't look anything like dancing anymore. Now, they seemed to simply be a sort of serpentine wiggling, a sensual rubbing of one body against another body.

She lifted her skirt a little in the back and pressed her bare ass flesh against his jeans. Then she slowly leaned forward and started bending her legs to slowly lower herself down, maintaining the contact between her ass and his jeans the whole time, until her ass was nearly down to the young man's knees.

If she had stepped away from the young man, the observers would have been treated to the sight of the wet trail that she had left running down his leg.

When she slowly stood up again, the young man grabbed her hips. He pumped his own hips back and forth, jamming his stiff cock shaft against her ass. Lisa realized that he was so excited there was a real chance that he might shoot off inside his pants, before his cock had even been released from its confinement.

"Now, wouldn't that be a shame," Lisa giggled to herself.

Thinking that maybe it was time to let the first young man cool off a little, Lisa gestured for the other two young men to approach. They immediately came up close to her, one on each side, and started groping her.

One of them reached through the opening in her blouse and grabbed her bare left breast. He squeezed the whole breast firmly, and then pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Owww! Take it easy!” Lisa said when he pinched too hard.

She was starting to feel uncomfortable with these three young men and what they were doing. People who were regular visitors to the club knew that ritualistic trolling was supposed to be about some outrageous, but harmless, teasing of the men. These guys didn't seem to know that, or maybe they just didn't care. They were starting to go beyond simple teasing.

When the guy pinching her nipple hurt her again, she slapped his hand and pushed him back a little.

The young man immediately responded with anger. “Whoa, BITCH!” he screamed as he slapped Lisa's face. “You don't go pushing me like that!”

Lisa gasped, startled by the young man's slap. “Wait...maybe this was just a bad idea.”

The guy with Lisa's juice on his pants grabbed both of her arms from the back. He held them behind her back, pulling and twisting them hard enough to make her groan with pain.

Lisa was getting very frightened. In moments, what she had thought was going to be some harmless teasing, possibly followed later by some enjoyable fucking, had turned into something very different. She started to feel very threatened by these three young men.

The one who had slapped Lisa raised his hand, preparing to slap her again, but the Professor grabbed his shoulder and spun him around and followed up by punching him hard in the face. The young man was caught off guard. He stumbled backward two or three steps, and then fell on his ass.

The young man holding Lisa's arms let her go. He ran at the Professor, grabbed him around the waist, and tackled him. Both men slid, together, across the floor from the force of the tackle. As they scrambled to their feet, the Professor swung his right fist again, knocking the tackler back down to the floor.

The third young man had walked over to a table to get a beer bottle. Now, he swung the bottle hard. The blow hit the Professor just behind his right ear; the skin split open and his blood spurted out.

The Professor groaned and dropped down to one knee.

Fights were not common at the Satyr's Club. Most of the customers knew better than to fight there. Buck and Caleb, the club's bouncers, both large, muscular men, weighing at least 250 pounds; rushed to the scene of the fight.

The young man holding the beer bottle looked like he was going to swing it again. But Buck grabbed his shirt at the back of his neck and pulled the young man roughly off his feet. Caleb grabbed the other two young men by their arms and started roughly pushing them toward the nearest exit. Still holding him by the scruff of his neck, Buck pulled the bottle-swinger along behind the others.

As the bouncers threw the three young men through the door into an alley, Caleb told them, “You boys are leaving now. If I ever see your skinny little asses around here again, I'll kick the shit out of `em. Got it?” They didn't answer right away, so he said again "YOU GOT IT?”

The young men obviously weren't happy about being so easily manhandled by the bouncers. But they had no choice. They nodded that they “got it.”

Lisa had started screaming when the Professor threw his first punch. But when she saw him drop to his right knee with blood pouring from the wound on the back of his head, she rushed over to him.

“Oh...Professor!” There were tears in her eyes as she looked up and shouted, “Call an ambulance! For god's sake, someone call an ambulance!”

The Professor raised his head and loudly said “NO! Please, NO ambulance!”

He looked at Lisa. Her tears and obvious concern for him made him feel a little sorry for her. He tried to smile at her.

“Don't worry, Lisa. I'm not hurt bad. Just get me a wet towel, maybe with some pieces of ice in it to help stop this bleeding.”

“Oh, Professor,” Lisa said through her tears. “I'm so sorry!”

He looked at her. She had obviously been very shaken by the fight, and she was truly concerned about his injury.

“Lisa...I'll be okay. Really. This looks a lot worse than it is. Those punks didn't hurt you did they?” She shook her head no.

A bartender brought a large moist towel with some ice wrapped in it. “Professor Brown, we won't call an ambulance if you don't want us to. But as soon as you're able, you should go to the hospital to see that you don't need stitches or something. And we'll need to clean this blood up as soon as possible.”

“Thanks,” the Professor told him. “As soon as I get this bleeding stopped, I'll be leaving.” He stood up, but immediately felt nauseous and very dizzy, so he dropped back down onto his knee. “Uhhh...not quite yet, I guess.”

Lisa looked at him sternly, like a mother might look at her young, disobeying son. She had changed. She was in charge now.

“Not hurt, huh? Why do men think they should pretend that they're not hurt when they obviously are hurt?” She took the towel away from the Professor and pushed his hand away.

“I better hold this if you really want to stop the bleeding. You just stay down for the moment. That bartender can just wait until you do feel good enough to leave.”

Cathy and Jennifer pushed their way through the crowd of onlookers.

“Lisa!” Cathy said. “When we first heard the commotion, we had no idea that you were involved. Is he going to be okay?”

“Yes, but I'll have to drive him to the hospital in my car.”

“NO!” the Professor groaned. He tried to raise his head, but Lisa pushed it back down.

“I'll need to drive the Professor in my car,” Lisa said again, emphatically. “You two will be able to find another ride, won't you?”

“Sure. The band has been playing in the Red Room for almost ten minutes. You know what that means. Professor Brown, we hope you feel better real soon. Lisa, we'll see you later. Come on, Jenn, the Red Room is ripe for trolling.”

“Wait,” Lisa said. “Help me see if he can stand up yet.”

The three girls helped the Professor to his feet. Lisa handed the towel to him and said, “The bleeding has slowed down a lot. You can hold this now.” She pulled his left arm over the back of her neck, holding onto his left hand with her own, and put her right arm around his waist.

“Thanks for your help. See you later.”