I'd been nervously biting my nails for the three days since my Professor had told me that if I didn't bring my grade up, I'd be losing my scholarship. He'd assigned me a tutor, one of his old graduate students, who he said often tutored his students for free. I thanked him, and went out that Saturday to meet the man who would hopefully save my future. For the sake of first impressions, and because I'd heard that he was hot, I put on my best outfit. My breasts, already substantial, were pushed up in a 36DD bra with black lace, barely covering sensitive nipples. A white blouse tucked into a tight, pinstripe skirt made this obvious, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the dark shade of anything beneath, including the matching thong, pulled slightly above my waistline. My nails were painted bright red, along with my lips, light make-up put on, rather than my normal, sleepy, half-put-together look. Red heels clicked on the linoleum floors as I walked to the classroom that would be empty for our use. I went in expecting to come out with knowledge of Russian history, and maybe a phone number. As fate would have it, I'd be getting plenty more.
"Um, hi! I'm Lana, the girl Professor Johnston sent you for tutoring." I held out my hand, trying my best to stand straight, my breasts out, threatening to pop off the button that I'd left there for the sake of not looking like a complete whore. He took it, his hands large, warm, and just calloused enough that they would feel good on my skin.
"You may call me Tutor. Perhaps once I've deemed you've learned enough you can call me Grant." he replied, barely looking up from the stack of papers he had on the oak desk in the front of the room.
"Um...Okay, Tutor, Where should we start? The quiz next week is on the Czars, so maybe there?" I suggested, thinking that he was a bit off from what most people were, but not questioning it. He seemed pretty smart, at least. And they weren't lying when they'd said he was attractive.
"Very well. Name the last five." He ordered, putting on reading glasses and opening a book, only to look up at me expectantly over them. I knew this, but my brain seemed to be draining through my pussy as it got wet, the traitor.
"Alexander the first, Nicholas the first, Nicholas the second-" He smacked his hand down on the table, and I jumped.
"Wrong. Alexander, Nicholas, Alexander, Alexander, Nicholas. It's not hard." his voice wasn't a yell, but that a father correcting his child. It had my cheeks even warmer, and the image of that hand landing on my ass instead flitting unbidden through my mind. "Now, repeat them correctly."
"Alexander the first, Nicholas the first, Alexander the second, Nicholas the second-" This time the book slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the acoustic lecture hall.
"No! No no no no! Alexander, Nicholas, Alexander, Alexander, Nicholas. Again." He was looking right at me now, eyebrows inclined in anger. My heart beat quickly, and I couldn't tell where the mild sense of fear stopped and the arousal began.
"Alexander the first, Nicholas the first, Alexander the second, Alexander the third, and Nicholas the second." I figured I'd gotten it right by the fact that he hadn't stopped me by crashing something louder. I didn't know what to think when his expression softened.
"Good. Now, could you tell me their political parties in order, please?" He asked, this time almost kind in his demand. There was still enough authority that I knew it was, in fact, a demand, however, and I took a breath.
"Conservative, liberal-" When his mouth hardened into a scowl I knew I'd done something wrong.
"Conservative, regressive, liberal, regressive, conservative." he wasn't quite angry yet, but I didn't want to get him to that point. Yes you do, a small portion of my brain said. I ignored it, in favor of remembering what he'd just told me.
"Conservative, regressive, liberal, regressive, conservative." I recited, sighing when he smiled again.
