There you are sitting in my business law class wearing a slit skirt with a silky white blouse under a jacket. Red see through bra and panties. 4" heels with black sheer to waste pantyhose with your hair in a french twist.
Every male and probably any female with the slightest degree of lesbian leanings watches you as you walk to the front of the class and plop that sexy ass down on a hard wooden seat. They all want you and every man in the class wishes you were in his lap right now. You are quite the distraction!
As I lecture the class on vertical restraints, you are crossing and uncrossing your legs. I catch a glimpse of your red panties and swear I can see your clit. Periodically, you lick your lips and insert your pen in your mouth. You have made my cock rock hard with your display. So hard that I am forced to stand behind the lectern for the entire class. This has caused the professor much embarrassment and I begin to think of who is this hot little tart that is tormenting me day after day with her air of wanton sexual desire. Oh, yes, Candi. Candi Warren. How is she doing in my class? Not well, hmmm, maybe I should schedule a conference with her to discuss her sorry performance and the effect that she is having on her classmates wearing very hot clothes everyday.
After class, I ask you to see me. When the others have left, I inform you that we need to discuss your performance and I tell you to be in my office later that day.