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Peering down at her test paper, the hand graded essay that she had spent an entire week on talking about her business plan proposal, Alison was appalled by the grade he had given her. Reading over his comments from behind the small thin frames of her reading glasses she would scrunch up her nose, ‘who does he think he is, giving my paper a C? It was his idea for me to take the business plan down that path…’ Running a hand through her crimson locks Alison would let out a sigh. Unable to shake her annoyance with him as her teacher stood there in front of the class seeming a bit detached and only going through the required material and motions. There was something going on with him and Alison wasn’t going to let his personal life interfere with her grade point average. Once the bell rang and most of the students hurried off acting like nothing more than overgrown high school students eager to leave school. However, Alison picked up her small shoulder bag and her paper. Approaching his desk, “teach, I would like to discuss this with you….”
Standing before him, her costume contacts made her eyes appear red, Alison smiled. “…why did you give me a C grade? I listened to your suggestion and even made sure to double check all of my research and work cited page.” That sweet tone she had been using in his class was replaced by a firm controlling voice. Her pink nails tapped on the wooden desktop waiting to hear what he had to say. Leaning forward, her low-cut camisole pulling away from her skin to give him a view of her luscious mounds barely hidden behind a cloth bra as thin as her shirt. Her other hand twirling a strand of red hair around her index finger. His response annoyed her further slamming her hand onto the desk looking down at her paper. “I don’t have to play this game with you, and I think we can come up with a solution so you’ll give me that A that I deserve.” Stepping over to the classroom door locking it, “I know something about you that I’m sure you wanted to keep hidden…” The campus would bare nearly empty most of the staff as eager as the students were to leave for the day but she needed an insurance policy that he would not try to bolt on her.
Alison returned to the desk eyes locking onto the older man while pulling out her phone, “I’m friends with a few of the computer science majors, actually my best friend is in the cybersecurity course and is the top student. I have been noticing that my grades, well, all of your female student’s grade have been slowly dropping…” Opening a file on her iPhone she’d show a fold with his name on it, “even if you take my phone this is all saved in the cloud,” using her thumb to open the folder as she kept the device facing him, “see…I am sure that the school system would love to know all about this.” A confident aura replaced that shyness as she watched his expression falter. “Yeah…I thought so.” This was going all too well, Alison had put in her due-diligence and it was paying off tenfold. The events following the reveal of the information were rather smooth aside from smile talking back but Alison had his balls in a vice metaphorically speaking.
Now he was betrayed by his own tie as it was used to tie his hands behind his back and bent over his desk with his slacks and boxers pulled down. Alison set in his swivel office chair, her phone in hand looking at the sight before her. She was recording, and verbally let him know about it, “mm, you have such a cute butt teach…” Giggling she’d let a hand firmly strike each ass cheek until they were glowing red. Looking around the room she’d see his ballpoint pen. “this is going to be fun…” Grabbing the pen she’d spit on the end before leaning forward spreading his cheeks slightly and teasing his tiny rim with the tip, “have you ever had anything shoved up this little canal,” and the pen was slipped inside.
Standing before him, her costume contacts made her eyes appear red, Alison smiled. “…why did you give me a C grade? I listened to your suggestion and even made sure to double check all of my research and work cited page.” That sweet tone she had been using in his class was replaced by a firm controlling voice. Her pink nails tapped on the wooden desktop waiting to hear what he had to say. Leaning forward, her low-cut camisole pulling away from her skin to give him a view of her luscious mounds barely hidden behind a cloth bra as thin as her shirt. Her other hand twirling a strand of red hair around her index finger. His response annoyed her further slamming her hand onto the desk looking down at her paper. “I don’t have to play this game with you, and I think we can come up with a solution so you’ll give me that A that I deserve.” Stepping over to the classroom door locking it, “I know something about you that I’m sure you wanted to keep hidden…” The campus would bare nearly empty most of the staff as eager as the students were to leave for the day but she needed an insurance policy that he would not try to bolt on her.
Alison returned to the desk eyes locking onto the older man while pulling out her phone, “I’m friends with a few of the computer science majors, actually my best friend is in the cybersecurity course and is the top student. I have been noticing that my grades, well, all of your female student’s grade have been slowly dropping…” Opening a file on her iPhone she’d show a fold with his name on it, “even if you take my phone this is all saved in the cloud,” using her thumb to open the folder as she kept the device facing him, “see…I am sure that the school system would love to know all about this.” A confident aura replaced that shyness as she watched his expression falter. “Yeah…I thought so.” This was going all too well, Alison had put in her due-diligence and it was paying off tenfold. The events following the reveal of the information were rather smooth aside from smile talking back but Alison had his balls in a vice metaphorically speaking.
Now he was betrayed by his own tie as it was used to tie his hands behind his back and bent over his desk with his slacks and boxers pulled down. Alison set in his swivel office chair, her phone in hand looking at the sight before her. She was recording, and verbally let him know about it, “mm, you have such a cute butt teach…” Giggling she’d let a hand firmly strike each ass cheek until they were glowing red. Looking around the room she’d see his ballpoint pen. “this is going to be fun…” Grabbing the pen she’d spit on the end before leaning forward spreading his cheeks slightly and teasing his tiny rim with the tip, “have you ever had anything shoved up this little canal,” and the pen was slipped inside.