Dio sighed as she walked along the college corridor. She was wearing a black t-shirt with the Rolling Stones logo on it, and an obscenely short red and black tartan skirt with black high heeled boots. Her hair, the same shade of bright red as her skirt, hung in curls around her 32C breasts. The thick black fake eyelashes on her deep brown eyes topped off the "slutty rock chick" look she had down to an art. She was not looking forward to this Psychology class. There was a report she should have handed in weeks ago, and she had still not started. She knew it was her own fault, but she was getting sick of hearing Evangeline, her teacher, talking about it.
As soon as she walked into the room, Evangeline approached her. "Ah, Dionysia," she said with one raised eyebrow. "Still no sign of your report. They get picked up tomorrow to be marked, and as you know it counts as part of your final mark.Unless you have it with you now, I can't send it in time.. What a shame."
Dio looked down on her teacher. Evangeline was small, around 5'1, while Dio was 5'6 and even taller in her boots. Their eyes met. Evangeline was a very attractive woman for 52, with a voluptuous plus-sized figure and thick, jet black hair to her shoulders. Dio looked meaningfully into her dark green eyes. "Please, Evangeline, I'll do ANYTHING.. just please let me hand it to you tomorrow. I promise I will."
Evangeline narrowed her eyes. "Sit down, Dionysia. I'll speak to you after class."
Dio sat down and smiled to herself. Evangeline hadn't said no, that had to be a good sign. Although she couldn't be bothered doing the assignment, she didn't want to fail Psych.
After class, Dio stayed seated as everyone else left. After the last student had left, Evangeline closed and locked the door. For a few seconds she just stood at the door and stared at the crimson-haired, olive skinned 18 year old beauty looking up at her with pleading eyes. "So," she said,looking back into Dio's eyes and placing one hand on her shoulder. "You say you'd do anything?"
Dio felt herself getting wet. She was bisexual and had always fantasized about doing wild and erotic things to Evangeline. She scolded herself silently, telling herself not to be silly, that Evangeline was a married woman and that of course she didn't mean anything sexual. "Yes, Evangeline," she replied, unable to remove the quiver from her voice, "anything."