A Deal’s a Deal

I remember being in my fifth semester of nutrition school, and everything was going great, except for one thing: Chemistry was my nemesis. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t seem to pass the class. My professor, Mr. Johnson, was a total grump, and my friends and I would often joke that he was just a big ol’ softie on the inside.

At 21, I was already dating a guy named Alex, but I would still flirt with other guys in my class. I loved dressing up in sexy outfits, showing off my legs in mini skirts and tights, or my big butt in tight jeans. I was pretty popular, but I never really went beyond kissing anyone. The idea of being faithful was still floating around in my head.

Anyway, back to the main story. I was on the verge of failing Chemistry, and I really didn’t want to. Some of my friends told me that Professor Johnson was pretty easy to bribe, either with a bottle of booze or some cash. At first, I was hesitant, but desperation got the better of me. I bought a bottle of tequila and set aside $600 in cash, hoping to score an 8 on the final.

The next day, I waited until everyone left and approached Professor Johnson. He was this old, chubby guy with thick glasses and bushy eyebrows, and he looked more like a slacker than a professor. I was about to try and make a deal with him to pass the class.

Me: Excuse me, Professor Johnson, I wanted to talk to you about my final grade.

Professor Johnson: Miss Flores, you know as well as I do that you’ve already failed. You didn’t pass the exams, the lab tests, or the practices. There’s nothing I can do.

Me: But, Professor, what if I turn in a final project? Maybe I can still get a 6?

Professor Johnson: I’m sorry, Miss Flores, but it’s too late.

He was about to leave the classroom when I grabbed his hand and stood in front of him, trying to bribe him.

Me: Professor, what if we make a deal?

Professor Johnson: A deal? What do you mean, Miss Flores?

Me: I have a bottle of tequila for you, a whole liter!

Professor Johnson: (laughs) You think a liter of tequila is going to cut it, Miss Flores? Goodbye.

Me: No, wait! I’ll give you the bottle and $600, and you can give me an 8 on the final. What do you say?

He looked at me very seriously and refused again, giving me a lecture on morality. But I really needed that 8 to keep my academic record intact, which my dad was always on my case about. So I said something I probably shouldn’t have.

Me: Okay, Professor, I’ll give you whatever you want!

Professor Johnson: What did you just say?

Me: Whatever you want, Professor, I just really need that 8.

He looked me up and down, and I was wearing a tight mini skirt and a white blouse that day. He told me to meet him in his Chemistry lab at 2 pm and to bring my notebook.

I naively thought he was going to give me a test or some extra work to do, so I showed up at 2 pm sharp.

Me: Professor, it’s me, Flores. Can I come in?

Professor Johnson: Ah, come on in.

He was reclining in his chair, and he told me to put the bottle on the shelf and the $600 in a jar. I did what he said, feeling pretty happy, and asked him how much he would give me. He smiled and said, “That’s just enough for a 6, but you need an 8. There’s something else you need to do.”

He got up and walked towards me, closed the door, and started hugging me.

Professor Johnson: Flores, you know I’m taking a risk for you, my job and my career. Do you really think a bottle of tequila and $600 are enough?

Me: But, Professor, I don’t have anything else!

Professor Johnson: (laughs) Oh, come on, Miss Flores. You’re not that innocent.

Me: I swear, Professor, if you want more, I can bring it tomorrow!

Professor Johnson: You have something I want, and you can give it to me right now.

He started touching my butt, and I was shocked. I stood there, frozen, feeling his hand all over my body.

Professor Johnson: I think your little body is worth an 8, Miss Flores. So if you want it, you have to be mine.

Me: But, Professor, that’s immoral!

Professor Johnson: (laughs) You’re one to talk about morality, Miss Flores. You’re the one who tried to bribe me.

Me: But, Professor!

Professor Johnson: If you want the 8, come on and take off your clothes. Let’s do this.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there, feeling like I was in a trance. I started to take off my clothes, and he told me to come closer.

Professor Johnson: Don’t worry, Miss Flores. You won’t regret this. You’ll see, it’ll be worth it.

He started touching me all over, and I closed my eyes, trying to imagine something else. But his hands and mouth were all over me, and it was hard to focus.

Professor Johnson: You have such a great body, Miss Flores. You’re the best in the whole school.

Me: Just look at me?

Professor Johnson: (laughs) Of course, Miss Flores. We’re not made of stone. We take advantage of opportunities with students like you.

Me: Don’t talk to me like that!

Professor Johnson: Shut up and come here. Let’s get started.

He pulled down his pants, and I saw his penis. It was normal-sized, but it looked kind of gross. I felt like throwing up, but I couldn’t escape.