Pleasing the Professor

Ah! Springtime on campus. If you ask me, there's no place better. The bees are buzzing and the birds are singing . . . and every freshman female is wearing fewer clothes. Look, what's a guy supposed to do? I'm young and single. So what if I'm a college professor. We're all adults here. Every semester it's the same thing. "Please Mr. Lancaster. I'll do anything to get an A in your class!"
I can't help it that I wanna help these freshmen out. Who else is going to take time to break them in, to enlighten them about what it means to please the professor, what it means to be a college girl.
I've had my eye on Deb all semester long. She has to be the nerdiest girl on campus. She wears thick-framed glasses and cardigans with skirts. She even carries a clear backpack. I can't help myself, though; she just looks so sexy. I think part of it is that I really wanna know what she's hiding under all those clothes. I get the feeling I might be pleasantly surprised.
Then there's the image that keeps floating through my head of her kneeling before me . . . me lording over her, watching her pale blue eyes peering up from the floor.
I can think of a thousand things I'd like to do with Deb.
She knows I have all the power. And if she really wants that A, she's gonna have to work really hard for it. Trust me, I won't have any problems giving it to her. I mean, I think I'll be able to give it to her just like she likes it.
Anyway, she'll be showing up at my office before too long, and then we'll figure out what she can do to get that A she so desperately needs. I can't wait to break her in.

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