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Samantha completes the initial examination.
I was wearing the school uniform: a white oxford shirt, burgundy tie, a sweater vest with the school emblem, a burgundy pleated skirt, black maryjanes, dark stockings, and to top it all off, yet another burgundy item (our school colour), a blazer. Not the most flattering of outfits, but definitely manageable. I could hear commotion in the hallways and decided to act now. I stood up from my chair and removed my blazer, stockings, sweater vest, and tie; hiked up my skirt considerably, unbuttoned the top 3 buttons of my shirt, and sat back down in my chair. I had situated myself to where my legs were crossed beneath my desk, but revealed a tiny sliver of my panty-less vaginal area that was clearly visible from his desk.
When Professor Witbeck returned to his classroom, he heaved a sigh and shut the door to his room, filtering out the noise that was emanating from the outside corridor.
"Ridiculous." He muttered as he paced toward his desk, (which had a mountain of papers awaiting him), without even looking my way, "You'd think they were elementary school children." He continued, to which I responded with a hushed chuckle. The moment his eyes found me, he blurted out,
"Miss Holzer, I hate this just as much as you do, but even though it feels like ninety degrees in here, if another teacher were to come in and see you not in proper uniform, you could be penalized for it."
"Pardon me, but Sir," I began in an innocent, (yet far from cutesy) little voice, "the temperature is absurd in here!"
Only there was one issue, both Professor Witbeck and I knew that the room was not as humid as we exaggerated.
Not another word was spoken on the issue, and a few minutes later I gathered up the courage to approach his desk.
"Professor Witbeck," I spoke, as I leaned over his desk, cleavage on display,
"Yes, Miss Holzer?"
"I'm having a bit of trouble on the 2nd essay question, could you help me?"
"What is it that you're not understanding about it?" He spoke in a calm, gentle voice.
"Well, I'm afraid that I feel that it's a bit redundant in comparison to numbers one and three."
"Hmm, I think I see what you mean. Well, skip over those for now and focus on the other problems." The professor replied through a smile.
I returned to my seat and purposely spread my legs slightly in my chair, giving him a tiny flash of my vagina beneath my skirt. As I tilted my head down toward my paper, I could feel his eyes scanning my body, just as I had secretly hoped they would. I rose from my seat once more and placed the half-empty test on his desk and confessed to him.
"Sir, I don't think I'll be able to pass this exam. Is there any possible chance that I could do a little bit of extra credit to insure an A in this class?"
"Now Miss Sieryn, you know that there are no extra credit opportunities in my class." Professor Witbeck smirked, as though he had caught on to my plan.
"Just this once?" I asked with a smile.
He began to rise from his seat when I stopped him and gently nudged his body back into his chair.
"What are you--" he protested, though did not bother to physically stop me. I kneeled in front of him, his legs spread as I traced my fingers down his chest and halted before I reached the growing bulge in his trousers. I looked up at him suggestively and spoke in a sultry voice,
"I'll definitely make it worth your while, Professor."
He smirked at me, as if it was some sort of challenge,
"And how do you plan on doing that Miss Holzer?"
"By doing anything you ask, of course." I giggled, lighting grazing over the prominent bulge in his groin. He paused, as if trying to assess the situation, but as soon as I leaned in to gently rub my tender cheek against his clothed hardness, he caved in.