Miranda has been having vivid fantasies about her student, Tristan. She knows it's wrong, but as long as it remains a fantasy, it's harmless. But when Tristan falls short of the grade needed to keep his scholarship and tells her he'll do anything to earn it, fantasy becomes reality. Giving into her unethical lust, Miranda tells Tristan there is something he can do for extra credit. He can do her.
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"Professor Willow," he continued, his voice taking on a pleading tone. "There has to be something I can do."
Oh, there's plenty you could do.
"I told you, there's no time to get any extra credit."
"What about you?"
"Can I help you? Do you need something done? You're moving, right? I can help you pack, or load your truck?"
"That wouldn't be right," she said softly. "I'm your teacher."
"I'll help you after you're my teacher. No more teacher as of Friday. Give me the grade and then I'll do anything for you," he slowed himself down by taking a deep breath. "Anything."
She wasn't his teacher after Friday. After Friday when the last bell rang all he'd be is a young man doing something for her. That was her hall pass, she'd no longer be working for the school. He could meet her at her place, it wouldn't be as wrong.
But he'd already have the A. What if he stiffed her? Miranda lowered her gaze and tapped a red nail on the desk. Every dream, every waking fantasy had been of making this as wrong as possible, doing him right here in her office, on school property, still as his teacher.
"Professor?" She could hear the tremor in his voice. He desperately needed this, and it would be wrong to use that. But she needed something just as desperately so they'd be helping each other out, what was so wrong about it?
It would be wrong if he didn't want her. She wouldn't want him to just do it because he had to. Another issue hit her, and so hard, before she could stop, she asked the question.
"Tristan, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Huh?" He looked justifiably surprised by the question, but then shrugged. "No, between school and work I'm always tired. The girls want to go out and I have no time or money."
"Good looking kid like you all alone. Kind of a shame no?"
Miranda's voice also had a tremor to it, but one of excitement. If he'd answered yes to dating someone it would have been the end of the conversation. His answer of no on the other hand had just slammed the door on anything resembling morals and rational thought.
Go out with a bang.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because," Miranda rose from her chair, and closing the laptop unplugged it. "I thought of a way you could get that A."
She handed him the laptop. "Put that on the chair behind you, please."
He took it, and did as she asked, his face breaking out in a hopeful smile.
"I wouldn't joke about this." She picked up the phone and leaning over put it on the floor so the surface of the desk was completely clear.
"That's great!" He clapped his hands. "What do you want me to do?"
Miranda took a deep breath.
"Honey," she popped open the top button of her blouse. "You're going to do me."