I was a favorite among the students because every guy wanted to be like me, and every woman wanted me. I don't know if it was my shoulder-length, curly, dirty blond hair, with a goatee to match, or my blue eyes, dashing smile, or just my reputation, but every female student wanted me. Even if they weren't just trying to get a passing grade from me. I usually prefer women closer to my own age though, I'm 45, but you would swear I look more like I'm still in my 20's.
It was approaching the end of the spring semester and my students were looking forward to summer vacation. I was also looking forward to my trip to Fiji over the next week. Nothing but surf, sand and women in bikinis for a whole week. This was a usual thing for me, but I never got tired of it.
I was finishing up a lecture on Macbeth with a class mainly consisting of women, more than half of which were actually fantasizing about me rather than listening to the lecture. The bell finally rang and everyone cheered as they had the next two weeks off. They all piled out of the classroom and I sat at my desk, finishing some paperwork.
I had thought the classroom was empty when I knelt down to grab my bag and was met with a set of creamy white thighs barely concealed by a miniskirt. I looked up to find blue eyes and shoulder-length naturally blond hair. It was one of my prodigal students, Kat. She was known to use her claws too. She wore a white button-up shirt and had her hair in pig-tails, she usually dressed pretty slutty, but today, I swear she was trying to look like a teen pop star. She had her arms crossed over her chest, hiding her almost D-cup tits.
“Can I talk to you about my grade?”
I put my bag on my lap. “I didn't know you cared about my class that much.”
“I don't really, but it's required for my career, so I need a passing grade, and I'm not about to repeat this class.”
I rolled my eyes at her. “You don't exactly have a choice.” I got up and was about to leave when she blocked my path.
“Where you going?”
“I'm going on vacation, now do you mind?”
“You don't need to go,” She suddenly put on her 'fuck me' eyes. “I can entertain you all week if you want?”
“For a passing grade I'm assuming?”
She got a bit defensive. “I've got enough shit going on with my music lessons and dance team, all on top of my career here; I don't have time for repeat courses! I'm going to do whatever it takes to pass right now.”
I sighed at her. “I can already get all the ass I want in Fiji, and they have a lot more experience than you do, I doubt you can compete with that.” I tried to move past her again and got blocked off once more.
“How do you know? I've done stuff for guys that would make my mother cry.” She stared me down determined to get her point across. “And I'm not afraid to back it up either.”
I figured that rather than arguing, I'd put this to my advantage. “Alright, I'll make you a deal, Kat.” Her eyes lit up a little. “If you can make me forget about my vacation before 3 o'clock (which was in 25 minutes) then I'll give you a passing grade, if not, then you'll need to bring one of your slut friends with you for a threesome to make up for the time you're making me waste.”
“And then I get a passing grade?” Her face lit up even more now.
I simply nodded.