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Improving her Marks - fiction
Improving her Marks - fiction
This is a self-contained story, but if you want me to continue it, please feel free to e-mail me with suggestions...
Lucy threw her essay on the table in disgust and went to put the kettle on. Samantha picked it up and started reading.
“This is way better than mine”, she mused.
“And you got?” demanded Lucy.
“Exactly”, Lucy pointed aggressively with the teaspoon. “How come he fails every essay I write? I work bloody hard ‒ you know I do ‒ and I write good stuff. I’m sailing through every subject except this one, but this is the one I really can’t afford to fail. So why?” She flopped down on the couch in despair and ran her hands through her hair. “The thing is, he knows I need to pass this year, or I’m in deep shit. There’s no- one else to support my family except me. I told him early on how important it is for me to pass this year, and that I’d take any extra tuition needed.”
“It’s almost like he’s failing you deliberately” suggested Samantha, reaching for her cup of coffee.
“Suzy Summers” added Claire, apparently irrelevantly, and her two friends stared at her.
“What?” they chorused.
“Suzy Summers. She was failing everything in his class up until Christmas, don’t you remember? And now she’s getting top marks for everything”. She winked at Samantha and Lucy. “Of course, it might not be unconnected to the fact that she’s supposed to be screwing him now”.
Lucy paused to consider. Claire was certainly right. But there was a big difference between getting a leg up in your marks by getting your leg over your tutor and Claire’s implication here.
“You mean”, she stated incredulously, “that he’s deliberately failing me to make me offer myself to him for sex?” Claire nodded slowly. “But that’s insane ... as well as unethical!”
“Maybe so” said Sam, “but Claire’s got a point: history suggests you can certainly up your marks with a little extra curricular activity, and God knows you need to do that. And, to be fair, it’s not as if it would be a hardship to screw him!”
All three of them laughed at the thought of that ‒ no, it certainly would not be a hardship to go to bed with Prof Eagle. Robert Redford with a degree. He practically had to fight the female students off, Lucy seeming to be the only one too focused on her work to focus on him. And maybe that was what he didn’t like.
Which is how Lucy found herself knocking at his door the next day, essay in hand and wearing her sexiest underwear under her clothes.
She blushed furiously as he stared intently at her while she stammered out the reason for her visit, that she really needed to up her marks, and would do anything ‒ anything ‒ to achieve this. He sat back in his chair and watched her carefully, amusement tugging at his mouth as he tapped his desk slowly with one finger. A long silence filled the room, while he considered what she had said.
“Anything, Lucy?” she blushed again and stared at the floor as she nodded mutely. She heard him get up out of his chair and lock the door behind her, before coming to stand beside her.
“Well, how about you undo my trousers, for a start?” she looked up in shock, suddenly appreciating what she had agreed to. He smiled down at her and held out his hand.
“I’m not a monster, you know”, he said, and placed her hand on his bulging crotch, pressing against it with his own.
As if in a trance, Lucy found her fingers wandering up to the belt of his trousers and undoing it, then unzipping his fly. She pulled her hand back, but he grabbed it and led her hand in to take hold of his cock and pull it out of his pants. She shivered and her mouth formed a small “o”.
“Yes, Lucy, I think that’s just about the right shape your mouth should be making” he laughed, and put his hand on the top of her head, pushing her down to take his cock in her mouth. After a moment’s resisting, she did so.
Ah well, if I’m going to blow him off, she thought, I might as well enjoy it myself, and flicked her tongue over and around the head of his cock, making him gasp. As it happened, one thing Lucy really enjoyed was giving blow jobs, and she was very good at it. Very good indeed. He groaned slightly as her tongue flicked across the tender piece of skin connecting the head and the shaft.
It wasn’t long before she felt his balls begin to tighten and she prepared to pull back. He held onto her head, however, and made it clear he was going to come in her mouth, whether she liked it or not.
Three times he spurted into her and her mouth filled with his hot spunk. Again, he held her there, forcing her to swallow when she would rather have spit it out. Ah well, what was one blow job in the great scheme of things? She swallowed.
He sighed deeply and withdrew himself from her mouth, then zipped up his trousers before walking back to his side of the desk and settling himself in his chair. He picked up his red pen and picked up her essay.
“Oh, look, silly me! I gave you 46% when I should have written 86%. Here you go” and he casually corrected it then tossed it back over the table to her with a grin.
Lucy was horrified. “Hang on”, she spluttered, “one essay? You’re telling me it’s a blow job for every essay I do? Every fucking essay?” she stared at him indignantly.
He casually got up and went to unlock the door. “Oh no, Lucy. That’s not the deal at all”. He raised her to her feet and walked her towards the open door.
“I have a few friends round every Friday night to play poker. Nine o’clock, my house. Be there”.
“But...” she looked at him bemused, “I don’t play poker”.
He laughed as he gently pushed her through the open door. “You misunderstand, Lucy. You’re not playing. You’re the entertainment”, and, with that, the door closed firmly behind her.
Blogito ergo sum.
8/31/2006 10:15 am
Hmmmm... "Teacher's Pet" |
8/31/2006 11:16 pm
Hmmmmmm! Academics' salaries being what they are it's good to know that there is a benefits package! |
9/1/2006 7:42 am
Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh my! No fair teasing a man in my predicament!|
9/2/2006 11:09 am
Sorry to keep dropping by this particular post to read and re-read and re-read it CB2. But..but..I just can't help changing a word here and a word there to change the story line just a smidge. *sigh* |
You do have a magical way with words and I find myself tied..er..bound, oh crap I meant spell bound by this piece.
9/2/2006 3:10 pm
No, it's my won damn fault I'm hog-tied and you know it. But do I see an offer of at least a pair of scissors? NOooooooooooo of course not. Perhaps for Christmas?|