There's one in every class, he thought, writing the latest assignment on the board, his back turned to Danielle, who he knew was sitting there twirling her hair while her peers frantically scribbled down his complicated instructions.
He turned and said, "For a few of you, this is really your last chance. If I see a marked improvement then I'll cut you some slack when it comes to grading." He sighed. "I've got your exams from last week."
He walked up and down the aisles handing out the exams. He glared at Danielle when he handed her exam back with a big red F scrawled over the top. She shrugged.
The final bell of the day rang. He excused the class and walked down the hall to the department offices. He had his own office in the corner, so he shut himself inside and rubbed his temples. He wasn't sure what to do about Danielle. She seemed as though she wanted to fail, and at every turn she mocked him. She shirked responsibility, she never studied. And yet he couldn't quite bring himself to fail her. He thought she was beautiful, with a soft face, big green eyes, a young body. She dressed promiscuously sometimes, but her clothes were sometimes subtle, too. He could sometimes see the curve of her breasts above the top of her shirt, or her belly button peeking out above her jeans, or a skirt showing off her long legs. She dressed to be looked at, that he knew.
It bothered him that he couldn't stop thinking about her. He knew she wouldn't bother to do this latest assignment. He really should fail her. He flipped open his grade book to do just that when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," he shouted.
And there she was. Today she was wearing a big flannel shirt over a strappy tank top that danced across her breasts and a teeny black skirt.
"I, uh, wanted to talk about my grade."
"All right," he said. He gestured for her to come in. "Have a seat. Let's talk."
"Mind if a close the door?" she asked.
"That's fine," he replied.
She closed the door behind her but didn't sit down.
"Is there anything I can do to keep from failing?" She looked at him with a pout on her lips.
"You can do the new assignment. I'll count it as fifty percent of your grade. If you do it well, I can give you a C." He tried to sound stern, but his resolve was shaky. He thought even her shoes—high heeled sandals that showed off toes painted blue—were incredibly sexy. He smelled her perfume, the same one an ex-girlfriend wore, and he felt his cock stir against his will. He crossed his legs.
"See, I don't know if a C is good enough, you know? Yours is the only class I'm failing, and the grad school I got accepted to? They might take back their acceptance if I fail a class."
"All you have to do is finish the work," he said. "There's not much I can do for you if you don't bother to put the effort in."
She nodded, paced across the office. "A C would bring down my whole average," she said.
"Do you act this way for your other classes?"
"Well," she said. "None of my other teachers are like you. I kind of enjoy sitting in your class. The others I do what I have to, you know?"
"That doesn't make any sense. If you like my class, why don't you do the work? Why do you do the work for classes you don't like as much?"
"So we can have this extra time together," she said plainly. "Extra help and all that."
"I wish you'd sit down," he said, starting to get nervous. He didn't want her to see his erection, which would continue to grow if she didn't stop pacing. From his seat, he was at eye-level with her lovely belly.
"I think we can work something out," she said, and she leaned over him, putting a hand on either armrest of his chair.
"I... well..." He could see down her shirt, two perfectly formed breasts, round and firm, held in by a pink bra.
"I know how to raise my grade," she said. He felt her breath on his face.
She felt his tie with one hand, running her fingers down it. Her hand traveled from the tie directly to his pants. She ran her hand over the zipper, feeling the bulge. He sucked in his breath.
"If this is inappropriate," she said with a smirk, "then tell me to stop."
