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. Professor Johnson: What are you waiting for, Miss Flores? Suck it! Me: Okay, let me just put a condom on. Professor Johnson: No way, Miss Flores. If you want an 8, you have to do it naturally. Make it worth my while. Me: But, Professor! Professor Johnson: Either you do it, or you leave and I fail you. I closed my eyes and started sucking him off. I had done it before, but this was different. His penis tasted and smelled horrible, and I wanted to pull away. But he held my head in place and pushed me down further. Professor Johnson: Ah, yeah! That's great, Miss Flores! You're such a good girl! Me: I'm sorry... Professor Johnson: Shut up and suck! Ah, yeah! He was holding my head down, and I couldn't breathe. I felt his fluids building up in my mouth, and I knew he was about to come. Professor Johnson: Get up, Miss Flores! Come here! He pulled me up and took off my clothes, leaving me in just my sneakers. He started licking my body, his rough tongue moving from my legs to my neck. He bit my nipples and squeezed my butt, and I could tell he was enjoying himself. He sat down in a chair and pulled me towards him, trying to penetrate me. His penis was small, and it was hard for him to get in. I had to help him by taking his penis and guiding it inside me. I felt his hardness and movement, and I knew he wouldn't last long. I decided to just get it over with, so I started moving and grinding on him. He was moaning and enjoying himself, and I could tell he was close to coming. Me: You like it, don't you, Professor? Professor Johnson: Oh, yeah! I love it, Miss Flores! Me: Yeah, just enjoy it. It's great. I was faking it to get him to come faster, but it backfired. He got even harder and more aggressive. He stood up and lifted me onto the chair, slapping my butt and making me scream. Professor Johnson: Yeah, scream, Miss Flores! Scream! Me: It hurts, stop! Professor Johnson: Okay, now you're going to get something even better. He pulled my butt cheeks apart and started penetrating me fast and hard. He was moving around, and his belly was bumping into me, but I have to admit that it was kind of exciting. Professor Johnson: Ah, yeah! Oh, yeah! Me: Ah, yeah! Like that! I moved my hips to give him more pleasure, and he pulled my hair and slapped my butt. I was enjoying it, despite myself, and I forgot that I was in the Chemistry lab. I just moaned and enjoyed it. Professor Johnson: You're the best, Miss Flores! Me: Ah, yeah! You're so hard! Professor Johnson: Oh, yeah! You're such a great girl! I knew he was about to come, and I was close to an orgasm too. He was holding my hips and moving faster, and I was moving with him. Suddenly, he came, and I felt his semen filling me up. Professor Johnson: Ah, yeah! Oh, yeah! Me: Inside, no! Professor Johnson: Shut up and take it! Ah, yeah! Me: Oh, God! Professor Johnson: Yeah, it's great! You're such a great girl! He gave me a wet wipe to clean myself with, and while I was cleaning up, he was fixing his pants. Professor Johnson: Ah, yeah! A deal's a deal. Me: Okay, Professor, I have to go. Professor Johnson: Alright, Miss Flores. You did great. I left the lab and went to the gym showers, where I washed myself and my mouth with soap. I wanted to erase any evidence of what had just happened. I was out of it for a couple of days, until the grades were posted. Professor Johnson didn't give me a 5 or an 8; he gave me a 10, with a note that said, "I told you it would be worth it." I was relieved that I had passed the class, but I'll never forget that I had to sleep with the Chemistry professor to get a good grade.