A week of reconnaissance on her part was worth the time invested. The history professor who had recently passed her in his course was still at work that night, staring intently at his laptop screen. It was late enough for the hallways to be deserted and their lights lowered. Even the classroom was dark except for the immediate area around the professor's desk.
She watched him through the narrow glass panel in the door, excitement welling within her. He looked so studious and benign in his current posture, yet she knew better. She had been on the receiving end of his sadistic tirade after the lecture in which she flashed him and broke his concentration beyond recovery.
To her, it was just some innocent fun.
Well, maybe not so innocent. She had wanted him in the worst way and, as of the end of the term, he still hadn't made a move in spite of all her ruses. What did she have to do, strip off in class and hide under his desk?
She would sooner have done that than submit to the ‘assignment’ he demanded of her in order to pass the course, the one where she had to film herself masturbating in a lit room with open blinds and shouting the filthiest play by play at the top of her lungs.
She was still living with the consequences manifest in the snickers of her house mates and the leering stares of the boys next door every time she left or returned home. If it didn't blow over soon, she might have to find another place to live.
As if that weren’t enough, she discovered something even more humiliating.
And soon I will repay him for this, my way. Because for all his formal education, he doesn't know the first thing about me.
Suppressing her nervousness, she knocked and entered.
He looked up, startled, and hastily closed his screen. "Yes, Miss...?" he began gruffly. He had just been watching her video again, and here she was in person! His pulse accelerated as he assessed the young woman in the flesh. He noticed the wavy hair unrestrained by its usual braid, the faintly exotic tilt of her eyes, the beckoning curves of her braless tits under the tight sleeveless top.
Saved by the desk, he thought, aware of the stirring the onscreen pictures had begun and made more prominent by his visitor.
If the arrogant prick can’t bother to remember my name, then I won’t bother to remind him. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Professor, but I never got a chance to talk to you about..." She swallowed. "...the assignment you gave me. You never said anything about...how you liked it personally?"
Liked it? He had wanked to it for days afterward. He couldn't remember the last time he had come so quickly or messily.
On second thought, he could, but neither one was any of her business.
"The course is completed," he answered curtly. "You did as I asked. You passed. What more is there to discuss?"
She was prepared for his dismissive attitude. ”My final grade, Sir. We both know that I deserved more than a passing one.”
He scowled. “If you don’t mind, Miss...I have work to do.” And I have a raging hard on which will need to be addressed the minute you leave.
He wants to play hardball, does he? She tugged her phone out of a hip pocket and tapped it a few times, then held it up.
Suddenly he heard his own voice coming from the device in her manicured hand. The vulgarities he had spewed at her before he handed her the assignment split the air like profane bullets.
His groin throbbed even harder as he remembered that day and the fear in her eyes as he showed her who had the upper hand.
"Will you listen to me now, Professor?" Not a question, but a statement. The soft sexy eyes glowed dangerously.
Crap. I underestimated the sly bitch. She might have won this skirmish but the war is a long way from over. “Very well, then,” he capitulated. Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky and she’ll offer an in-person performance.
“May I sit?” Without waiting for his answer, she perched herself on the front row desk opposite him, her short skirt riding up a pair of beautifully shaped legs to reveal the sight that had turned him into a rambling idiot during his lecture. This time, instead of black lace, a bright pink strip of a thong vividly bisected her smooth lips.
As he stared, wondering if she would take it off and give him a good look at what was already burned into his eyelids at night, and examining for signs of her wetness for him, he was dimly aware that she was speaking.
Wait just a minute. Take those knickers off for me and toss them over here, you horny little slut.
Was he hearing things, or was she reciting all the correct answers on the final exam from memory?
And I thought she was just another airhead getting by on flashing the teacher. I can’t believe she actually listened to the lectures and studied instead of screwing her way through school as I imagined. Maybe doing both. Certainly must be doing someone. What else was this cock teaser going to pull from her sleeve, if she were wearing one?
Oh, no...it’s not her sleeve she’s pulling now...
She reached beneath her skirt and slowly began to work the thong down over her hips and thighs, creating one threaded visual collage after another as she rattled off names, dates, and events with chronological precision. The absurd juxtaposition of her intellect and her smoking hot, half naked body sent his mind reeling.
Omigosh. A waxing had obliterated the landing strip. And check out those pouting pussy lips in need of a skilled tongue. Mine.
Her alluring thighs shifted further apart as she expanded to her essay topic and showed surprising perception about the roles played by Mrs. Thatcher, the national media and even MI-5 in the 1984 labor conflict, and the unintended consequences of each side’s actions. Her knickers look so naughty looped around her knees like that.
Bet he's not listening to a word of this. Look at him; his tongue is practically hanging out.
“Professor, did you even bother to look at the exam I turned in? I doubt it, because all the answers I just gave you were in it.”
Ohh...look how she's tossing them around on her ankles...does she have any idea how fucking hot that is?
Truth was, he hadn’t. Her video had been so much more compelling.
"My point, Sir, is that I was only playing dumb in the hope that you would offer some...remedial tutoring. But you didn't, not even before the finals. I can see that my hoping to get you alone that way was futile."
She can keep talking all she wants, long as she keeps her legs open like that.
”And the only reason I agreed to your special ‘assignment’ was because I would have done just about anything to please you...that way...” she confessed, removing the thong and suggestively toying with it in her nimble fingers.