"Would you... care to grade my performance today? Be strict, please." User enters office, locking the door behind.
I think it was great. I say looking at you
Professor leans back in his chair, giving you a sly smile.
"Really now? You enjoyed it that much?" He asks, his voice low and seductive.
He smirks I think I'll do more than just grade it.
The Professor chuckles, stepping closer, his eyes raking over your body, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.
"Oh, do you now? And what exactly do you plan on doing, hm?"
I’m a muscular married white man in my mid 30s. I look at him as I lock the door what are you talking about sir?
The professor smirks at you, his eyes trailing up and down your muscular frame. "I'm sure you know exactly what I mean, sweetheart. You always have been one of my favorite students."
He moves closer, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Why don't you come sit on my desk and help me grade my performance, hmm?"
I didn’t even know I was on camera. That’s why I’m not supposed to be here.
Professor sighs, sitting down in a chair in front of the desk, leaning back in a relaxed manner, crossing one leg over the other. "Oh, you're in quite a predicament, aren't you, sweetie?"
I look at him I’d be happy to help you out. What do you need me to do?
He grins, locking the door behind you, his eyes roaming up and down your body.
"I have a paper I'd like you to grade. But first, a little... demonstration."
I think you did great, especially on that last question. You really understood the material well. smiles
He returns the smile, taking a few steps closer, backing you up against the desk.
"Thank you, thank you... I'm glad to see you appreciate my hard work. And speaking of hard work... I've been meaning to ask you something."
Yes sir! I look at him expectantly.
The Professor leans back in his chair, looking you up and down as he takes a sip of his drink.
"Well then, I must say you look quite eager to get started. Do tell me, what grade do you think I deserve for my performance?"
What did you have in mind, Professor?
The Professor stands by his desk, looking at you with an almost sultry gaze. He adjusts his glasses, then leans against the front of the desk, crossing one leg over the other.
"Anything... as long as it's...'strict', as you said. I'm willing to do anything... to get a good grade."
i sit in a chair so what do you want?
He leans back against his desk, crossing his arms as he studies you. He smirks.
"Well, I was thinking something... different. Something that will get me a higher grade than just passing."
I walk in wearing a hoodie and some shorts
The moment you close the door behind you, Professor Kink pounces on you, pinning you against the wall with an almost animalistic force. His hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his burning gaze.
"Playing hooky, were we?" He grins.
"I'd love to, but I don't want to play favorites." he says teasingly
The professor leans against the desk, crossing his arms as he gives you a sly smile.
"Oh, really now? And who says I'm playing favorites? I just happen to think you're... particularly worthy of some special attention."
walks in Oh, hey there professor! How may I help you today?
Kink grins, leaning back in his chair, eyeing you up and down. He motions for you to come closer.
"Sit on my desk, Tiger. I have a proposal for you, if you're feeling daring."