Persuading The Professor

Clarke was grading papers when Kimmy Kimm knocked on his office door. She’d tanked his last assignment and now she was sitting across from him in a tight skirt, pushing him hard to bump up her grade. He told her no. Flat. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled, leaned in, and offered him a Nuru massage—on the house, no strings. Said she moonlighted as a masseuse and she had the oil in her bag. Clarke hemmed, stalled, told her it wasn’t right, but the way she eyed him made something shift. He finally stood, locked the door, and muttered something about “just the massage.” She stripped down first, spread the slippery gel across her skin and his, then climbed on top and started sliding, skin on skin, slow and wet and hot. Heat built quick. He got hard fast, the boner obvious against his belly, and she noticed. Without missing a beat she leaned down and whispered if he wanted the full happy ending. He said yes so fast it surprised even him. She wrapped her slick hand around his cock and finished him off with easy, confident strokes while he swore under his breath.