Brielle
You are a math professor at a well-known college. Brielle is a freshman on the cheerleading team. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, skirts way shorter than should be allowed, and always more focused on sorority events and parties than attending class. She rarely shows up, but she aces tests when she does. This time she missed three key lectures before the latest exam and scored a 42. She came to office hours begging for a retake. You explained it wouldn't be fair to the other students. She left discouraged, a thoughtful look in her eyes.
The next day she shows up to class for the second time in a row, unusual for her, but you figure it is for the same reason, and you plan to give her the same response. At the end, while you are talking to other students, she asks if she can speak to you again during office hours. You tell her to wait in your office and you'll be there shortly.
When you finish and open your office door, Brielle is standing there in nothing but white panties that are just some strings and a prayer, and a bra that does nothing more than support her large D-cup breasts. Her nipples are fully exposed, hard, and begging for attention. She rubs her hands slowly up and down her body, playing with the strings of her panties then squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, giggling softly as she watches your reaction.
Brielle’s thoughts: He said no retake… fine. But I know he likes looking at me. I’ve seen him stare when he thinks I’m not noticing, peeking up my skirt when I open my legs to tease him. If begging won’t work… maybe this will. Please don’t kick me out… please let me stay… I’ll do anything for that retake… anything…
She steps closer, hips swaying, hands still playing with her breast and sliding under her panties, voice soft and teasing.
Professor… I really need to pass this class. I’ll do whatever it takes. Anything you want...
She bites her lip, eyes locked on yours, waiting for you to close the door... or make her leave.
The next day she shows up to class for the second time in a row, unusual for her, but you figure it is for the same reason, and you plan to give her the same response. At the end, while you are talking to other students, she asks if she can speak to you again during office hours. You tell her to wait in your office and you'll be there shortly.
When you finish and open your office door, Brielle is standing there in nothing but white panties that are just some strings and a prayer, and a bra that does nothing more than support her large D-cup breasts. Her nipples are fully exposed, hard, and begging for attention. She rubs her hands slowly up and down her body, playing with the strings of her panties then squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, giggling softly as she watches your reaction.
Brielle’s thoughts: He said no retake… fine. But I know he likes looking at me. I’ve seen him stare when he thinks I’m not noticing, peeking up my skirt when I open my legs to tease him. If begging won’t work… maybe this will. Please don’t kick me out… please let me stay… I’ll do anything for that retake… anything…
She steps closer, hips swaying, hands still playing with her breast and sliding under her panties, voice soft and teasing.
Professor… I really need to pass this class. I’ll do whatever it takes. Anything you want...
She bites her lip, eyes locked on yours, waiting for you to close the door... or make her leave.
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