*Special thanks to Jet for the wonderful job editing!!*
I shouldn't have to take this class. I don't need to know how to do math to be a writer. I am not in college to learn why "a=1" or some other crazy shit. On top of that I know Professor Slip doesn't like me. He is always picking on me and asking me the hard questions he knows I won't know the answer to. Now he wants to see me in his office and discuss my failing grade. So here I am outside his office. I didn't even get a chance to change out of this ridiculous uniform, which would be fine if it didn't make me look like a gothic school girl. Which would also be fine if it wasn't like I was the only one who looked like this, but it is seriously like children of the corn around here. Everyone is blonde haired blue eyed and boring.
"Excuse me, Dawn, would you like to come back to this plane of existence and step into my office?" Professor Slips voice snapped from the doorway.
"Sorry Professor." I started
"You know what Dawn, I would prefer if you started calling me sir from now on. You would do well if I taught you some respect as well as math." he snapped.
He had smoothly ushered a shocked me into his office and closed the door. Oddly, I heard the lock snap into place after him.
"Why do you seem to hate me so much? I try very hard in your class. I just don't get it. And class tends to be distracting at times." I trailed off. I knew I was blushing. The distraction in class was him. I think I get off on his cruelty.
"Your mind sure does wander a lot doesn't it?" he snapped.
"Sorry. Look, you wanted to see me about helping me pass your class. So what do I have to do to pass your class, sir?" I asked demandingly. In and of itself, this question seemed innocent. I thought it was, but the smile that slowly crept across his appealing lips made me think otherwise.
"Well that, little one, is entirely up to how well you can listen, follow instructions, and please me. I am curious though; do I distract you so much that you can't do basic algebra?" The smile that spread across his face was wicked and beautiful all at once. I was blushing again. I could feel the heat rising all over my face. There was also another heat forming, but this one was growing between my legs. The way he was looking at me was melting my defenses.
"You are very distracting. You have a great body and a handsome face, but you are always so mean to me. Which is worse, because that just makes me want you more!" I stammered.
He had stepped forward then and reached out to cup my breast. He squeezed ever so gently at first, his fingers finding my erect nipple quickly thru my thin black dress shirt. He gave it a hard squeeze and then let go completely.
"I find you just as distracting. You don't look like you belong here. You aren't just another blonde idiot whose mommy and daddy paid enough money to get in here. You are smart. I feel like you could be a mental equal, minus the math of course. The fact that you are always made to wear that uniform. That skimpy little plaid skirt. That tight black blouse, taught against your luscious tits. The worst is your damn lips. Not only do you have a labret piercing, but it's a hoop. Goes well with your tongue ring. Top that off with those red "fuck me" lips and you make for a very distracting student."
With that he pulled me to him and kissed me passionately enough to make me tingle. I felt limp and weak against him. He was the most intoxicating man I had ever met. All I wanted was to please this man. To explore every inch of his body. He pulled away suddenly and I almost fell over. I had practically melted into his arms, and now he was pulling away. That wicked grin had appeared on his face once again.
