Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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"What is this?" Jake held up a piece of paper, he had a frown set deep in his features as he glared at his daughter from across the kitchen. She winced, knowing full well what it was.
"My grades?" She said sheepishly.
"I hope not, because according to this, all that college tuition I'm paying is being pissed away." He dropped the paper on the table and motioned for her to come sit near him. She slunk closer, feeling the full brunt of shame, he was right. It was her first semester in college, things had been more different than she'd been prepared for.
"I'll bring them back up." Stella said in a small voice.
"I don't want promises, I want to know what's happening to bring your grades down and I want to hear what you're going to change to fix it." He crossed his arms.
"I know it's not an excuse, but the people in my class are distracting. I couldn't focus on the test." She said.
"Distracting?" He asked.
"I'm the only girl, so the guys..." She looked away. "They tease me."
"You're in college. You're an adult, a little teasing shouldn't be such a big issue. What's really going on?"
"They have a game where they see if they can get things in my shirt." She moved her hand to cover her cleavage, clearly embarrassed. He nodded.
"I see, have you told the professor?"
"He said maybe I shouldn't dress so slutty." She was dressed in a plane black dress with a black blazer over it, not what he would consider slutty. Just because she was a bit busty didn't mean she should be harassed like this. She was petite at 5'2, but curvy, a flat waist that she worked hard for with him in the gym, but a supple ass, and luscious 34D tits. Not that he was looking, she was his daughter after all.
"We have two options, I get that professor fired, and report all the students in your class, or I help you study and desensitize you to distractions." He said, eyes wandering off her mournful face and down her figure.
"But you're so busy-" She said, he held up a hand to stop her, looking at her face with a smile.
"It's settled, we'll begin tomorrow." He stood and went to make some calls to rearrange his work schedule around his new tutoring schedule, mind rife with plans.
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Tomorrow came and Jake leaned against the bookshelf in his office. Stella came in shortly, wearing something comfortable looking.
"Unacceptable. Go change into clothes you wear to school, or this won't work." He said, trying not to sound too impatient. She seemed to accept this readily, and put her books down before going back to change. She returned in a tight white pencil skirt and a grey cardigan that she left open. "Good, now stand in front of my desk, I'm going to quiz you, the more answers you get wrong the more distracting I'll get. I want you to think of me as one of your classmates, not your father." He picked up one of her books. She nodded, a determined look on her face. "What is Tort law?" He asked.
"An example of the definition?" She asked, looking at her father. He moved to stand behind her, his hand grazing her upper thigh.
"Define it and then an example." He said. She proceeded.
"Good, now list some ways a court proceeding can end."
