Allison stood at the door, breathing in deeply to steel her nerves. On the other side was the person she'd been fantasizing about for months, and she was going to finally try her luck at winning him over. It was now or never - the academic year was going to end soon, and this was her last chance.
With long blonde hair and a curvy figure, it was already difficult for most men to deny her. But this was different. She had to try harder this time. Looking down at her rather revealing tank top and miniskirt to make sure everything was perfect, she knocked at Professor Andrew's door. Upon hearing a "Come in!" she entered, heels clacking on the floor.
Andrew Crawford sat behind his desk, a stack of papers in front of him. Brownhaired and bespectacled, he looked up at her, and she felt like she was melting under his gaze. The feeling intensified as his eyes immediately flitted over her entire body, and who could blame him? She'd picked out those clothes with every intention of removing them for him later, and she knew she looked tempting.
"Professor Andrew," she greeted him smoothly. Sitting down on the chair in front of his desk, she continued, "I just wanted to talk to you about my grades."
He looked at her, almost in disbelief. A skimpily dressed student had showed up at his office asking about her grades. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but he still managed to be surprised each time.
Best not to jump to conclusions, he thought, replying, "Alright, Allison. Let's take a look at your last test score."
"Thank you." She mentally sighed in relief. Her excuse had worked! Truth be told, she didn't give two shits about her grades - they were acceptable, and she was fine with that. But she could think of no other way to get what she wanted.
Andrew quickly pulled out some sheets from his desk and looked through them. "You did fine, actually."
"But - I should have done better," she pressed further. "I really just want to get a better grade, that's all. Isn't there anything I can do?"
He watched as she leaned onto the desk, giving him an even better view of her large cleavage. It was becoming difficult to focus on her face. "There's not much you can do for extra credit at this point, Allison," he said, placing the papers back down. "I think you did quite well, in fact. It's really not a problem."
"There has to be something I can do." Her breasts pressed against the desk, and she looked at him desperately with those big, big blue eyes, moving her hand across the table just a little too close to his. "I really just want to do better now, I need a higher score. Please."
"I'm not sure I understand what you're implying," he said, intending to get out of this as fast as he could. When was the last time someone had been so insistent, so forward? It confused him - usually students only resorted to this after they'd failed, coming in and begging him to let them pass. Not that he ever gave in to them. But he knew for a fact that had Allison really wanted a better grade, she could have earned it with less effort than trying to seduce her own professor.
Did she actually want this?
Right as the thought came to his mind, Allison decided she'd have to pull out all the stops. She stood, pushing the papers on his desk to one corner and sitting up on his desk, her long legs dangling off the edge. "I think you understand, Professor Andrew," she murmured, looking down at him, her hair falling by her breasts.
He was silent for a few moments, and she thought she finally had him in the palm of her hand.
"Your grades have been very consistent this entire year, and you seemed very satisfied with them - considering you made no attempt to improve. Why would you suddenly care so much?"
Fuck, she didn't think he'd be so difficult. Her surprise was evident in her face for a split second, but enough time for him to notice. "I... My parents are disappointed in me," she quickly fibbed. "I've been telling them I'd get better all year, and I tried - I really did, but I just can't, Professor, and now is my last chance or else they'll-"
She stopped rambling as Andrew stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. "I think we both know your parents are fine with your grades - just as much as you are." He looked at her sternly, and she felt her heart stop. "Tell me what you're really here for, Allison."
Allison looked like a deer caught in headlights. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."
He placed a hand on her bare shoulder, grasping it tightly and leaning in to her ear. "Tell me, Allison." It sent a strange thrill through his veins, the feeling of having cornered her until she had no choice but to reveal the truth.
The feeling of his breath near her skin made butterflies erupt in her stomach, while also sending a chill down her spinehe knew she'd been found out. Lying at this point was futile. Her eyes darted from his face to the floor, unable to make eye contact. "I... I just," she stuttered, her cheeks turning red, "I just... I wanted to..."
"Wanted what?"
"I wanted you," she finally admitted, feeling almost ashamed of herself.
Andrew moved back, standing straight and looking down at her. The fact that she was so flustered and desperate just for him was incredibly arousing. Normally he'd never have sex with a student for raising a grade, but this was different. This was a horny slut who wanted him to fuck her. And she was so desperate for him, he knew she'd let him do anything to her.
He stepped away, allowing Allison a few seconds of relief from his probing gaze. She watched as he locked the door, and her heart skipped a beat. It was going to happen. Her dreams were finally going to come true!
Andrew stepped back towards her, stopping in front of her. "So, Allison. What are you prepared to do for this grade?"
He felt his cock harden as she looked at him, eyes full of need. "I'll do anything, Professor."
A gorgeous, blonde 19 year old in his office, prepared to do anything for him. He couldn't wait to get started. "For starters, I want that top off. Not that it's much use, anyway."
