Professor's Pet

[JustABadBoy]

Professor's Pet​

I set the stack of Blue Books on the end of my desk, laid my hand atop them with my fingers draping over the bindings' sides, and pulled; they spread out across the front of my desk as if a poker dealer had been fanning out a deck of cards to ensure all 52 were there. It was the fourth and last time I'd have to do this for the day, for the week as it was; I loved Fridays.

"Your exam booklets are in alphabetical order," I announced, heading back behind my desk. The students, anxious to begin their own weekends, were already up, gathering their things, and hurrying forward. "Pick them up on your way out the door."

I sat back in my old wooden chair, watching the mayhem. One particular female student stood near the front of my desk searching. I was well aware that her attempt to find her booklet would be in vain; it was sitting alone in the top drawer of my desk.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Bump. Apparently my co-writer didn't want to do this after all. If anyone is interested, simply post.

The concept is:

1. You failed your exam (reason is up to you).
2. I inquire about what we're going to do about this.
3. You suggest we get together somewhere to talk about it.
4. We end up having sex. Nice.
5. We get caught and blackmailed. Not nice.
6. The blackmailer blabs about his/her extortion to his/her lover.
7. His/her lover does some blackmailing of his/her own.
8. Oh, what a wicked web...​

The posts are going to be short, a couple of lines, a couple of short paragraphs. This is supposed to be a rapid fire sort of RP.

Okay, ready, set, go!

 

[jillaby]

She was nervous. She was supposed to have passed the damn test. She needed to if not her scholarship was going to be taken away. She was almost close to tears. She bit her tongue hard, to stop them. She approached the desk of the proffesor. She had studied all week. Then when the test was passed she had panicked. She had not remembered anything at all.

"Could I talk to you sir" She whispered aware that people were looking at her.
"About my test...I need to pass" She was desperate. She would do anything. Anything.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Could I talk to you sir," the young woman asked softly. "About my test...I need to pass."

He waited until the last of the remaining students was out the door and tapped the little wooden plaque on the edge of his desk. It had been originally designed as a WWJD sign -- What Would Jesus Do? -- but a student from a few years earlier had use a permanent marker to alter it to reflect the professor's blunt view of education, scribbling What Would Jerry Demand?

"Maybe you should have studied harder then," he said. His tone was steady and firm, but wasn't meant to be hurtful or cruel. But students sometimes took him wrong, so he quickly pointed to the chair near the end of his desk and, in a softer tone, said, "Take a seat. Tell me what the problem is."

 

[jillaby]

"Ipanicked" She said her lip trembling. "I studied all week. If you ask me the questions I can tell you the answers, but right then and there..I forgot. My mind just went black" She sat down and sucked in her breath. She was not going to cry. He would give her an opportunity and she would pass.

Her parents would be so dissapointed in her. She leaned forward and placed a hand on her desk "please anything. Any extra work. I need to pass that test. I need to or my scholarship won't be renewed"

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Please anything," she continued.

Despite having ogled her on many an occasion, even masturbating in the shower to the image of the streaming water flowing off her naked body, Jerry didn't know the student that well; he wasn't sure if her tone, which sounded on the verge of pleading, was normal or the result of a building panic. But the look in her face was undeniable.

"Any extra work," she continued. "I need to pass that test. I need to or my scholarship won't be renewed."

Jerry suddenly realized he had an opportunity before him, if he played it slow and steady. He'd never tried to take advantage of a student's failure before ... but, looking at this gorgeous creature, he began to ask himself, Why haven't you?

His cell beeped with a text message. "Listen, there's nothing I can do for you now. I have to be somewhere. I don't have a second test available, and there aren't any Labs or projects that'll replace a test of this importance. But--"

Slow and steady, he reminded himself, inconspicuously glancing at her beautiful cleavage as he stood.

"--if you want to discuss it ... we could get together for coffee. The little shop the students use, over on 2nd and Bleaker Street ... let's say about 7pm...?"

(OOC -- Do you like using pics? If so, do you want me to supply my own or would you like to pic someone who you find attractive; and the same for your pic, too, of course. I live by the saying, "A picture is worth a thousand words", or however the saying goes. Let me know.)