The one thing they never tell you in college is that having a master's in liberal arts is pretty much meaningless unless you want to teach. I finished everything early, and sat with a couple of master's degrees in my mid twenties, and no job. So, in order to pay the bills, I took up a position as a temporary professor of Political Science at a city college for the mass media students. I knew my subject meant little to nothing to these kids, as it was a basic introductory course that taught you a little more than what you knew in high school.
While teaching, I had a particularly tough student whom I'll call Priya. Tall and skinny, (around 5'9) she was 20, hot as a model and knew it. She had soft, curly brown hair, with a pleasant face but the lips that you really wanted to kiss or see wrapped around your cock. Her teasing eyes were another thing altogether, along with her long, sexy neck, big, firm soft tits, incredibly small waist as well as her cute butt and seemingly never ending legs. She often treated class like a cafe and anyone teaching it like a very loud sound system. She flirted with almost every decent boy in sight, and had many of them wrapped around her little finger. It was mildly annoying to teach this little bitch while she played with her phone or slept in class, so I decided to ignore her.
Her finals had two parts, written papers as well as a typed assignment on a political issue. Obviously, her grasp on the subject was minimal, and her assignment simply stolen word for word from a student from the previous year. She had failed, and I decided to rub her face in it. I found her lounging around on the campus, almost like she was in a bar, sitting in some boy's lap. I asked her to come up and see me at the end of the day in my class and went about the day.
She showed up by evening being her usual flirty self. She wore light make up, as well as a simple purple sweater top that showed a deep cleavage and an exceedingly short white skirt that hugged her thighs and butt, yet ended well above her knees.
"Hi. You called me?" she said, as if I'd called her to pick up her mail.
"Yes, Ms. Shah. Do come in and have a seat. I have some news for you."
"Tell me." She said, sitting on one of the desks, crossing her long, shapely legs.
"Tell me 'sir', you mean?"
"Yeah, whatever."
"That skirt is definitely not appropriate for college."
"Why, don't you like it?" she asked with a flirty tone, running her hand down her thigh.
"My life is too short to give a damn about your skirt, but it is against the dress code here. What I really don't like however are your marks. I'd told you before, that if you don't pull up your socks, you won't pass this year. I'm here to tell you that you're not going to pass this year and have to repeat it."
Suddenly, I'd gotten her attention. Straightening up, the teasing went out of her eyes. She stared at me with a little bit of fear in her eyes. This was obvious. I stand at around 6'3, so I bore down on her. Moreover, thanks to my Persian ancestry and a lifetime of martial arts, I had a decent physique, with broad shoulders and fair but tanned skin. Also, I didn't look like a professor- dressed in Jeans and a dark shirt with rolled up shirtsleeves I looked more like a guy going into a bar fight than a teacher.
"Sir, I need to pass. If I don't pass I won't be able to keep my internship... I really need that job."
"Well then, you certainly don't deserve it."
"What's your problem with me, dude?"
"Where do I begin? Should I mention your complete disregard for rules and regulations in class or your inability to maintain decorum? Or should I simply read some of the brilliant ideas you expressed in your paper? "Obama is a Republican" or "Rajiv Gandhi is cute but a twat?" I hope you meant Rahul Gandhi, but it doesn't matter. Your paper either made me laugh or wonder how you made it into college in the first place."
"Sir, my assignment..."
"Oh yeah, your assignment, that was just lovely. Did you simply borrow your senior's stuff? Because I know that I read the same assignment, word for word last year. Either way, you failed that one too, so you're not going to pass."
"Well, please sir." She began to plead, "I am really sorry. Please don't fail me. I'll work harder next year. I'll even like, do the assignment again if you like."
"Too late for that. Now get out."
"Please sir, I'm sure there's something that I can do to make you see things my way." She said, now bending slightly forward, holding her arms together, making her cleavage visible. She suddenly had the flirty look back in her eyes.
"I really need this job, you know. I really need the money, and well, I'm sorry I behaved that way in class. I will do anything absolutely anything to convince you to give me a second chance."
"Really? Anything?" I asked, standing up and walking towards her. She looked up at me and smiled, teasingly, letting me know she got my drift. She trailed a finger over the front of my shirt and I pushed it away.
"You're such a little slut, aren't you? Do you really think you can really just talk your way out of this one like you do with your classmates? I'm too old for that shit."
I began to gather up my stuff and headed to the door, just as she said "I meant
anything
, sir. No one has to know. It'll be our little secret. I've had a thing for you anyway."
I reached the door and locked it, keeping my stuff down on the desk besides it and went to speak to her. She was a bit scared and quickly backed into the wall behind her, and I stood over her face to face.
"I knew we could reason it out." She said.
I took one look at her. She had her eyes closed, her pout sticking out, hoping for a kiss. I kissed her, and just as she began to try to hold me close, I turned her around and pushed her into the wall. Surprised, she gasped out loudly.
"This is not for your enjoyment. You're a little slut and you're gonna get what you deserve."
She was shocked as I ran my hand up her little top and felt her large, firm tits and squeezed them suddenly. She seemed to like it and began to grind her shapely butt against my crotch feeling my rapidly hardening cock making a tent in my jeans. I kissed her long, sexy neck and took a hard bite, leaving a small hickey there. I didn't care if anyone saw. It wasn't my problem.
