“Tutoring” The Next Generation

It had been about ten minutes now and this had gotten… boring. I don’t know what else I expected, I was watching a bunch of college students silently work on a test. But if I knew I was going to be stuck in here like this I probably would have taken a little bit more time on it, just so I’d have something to do!

I tried to read some of the files that the professor had on local on-campus cases, which seemed fascinating, but when I started to read them some of those bigger words kind of were hard for me to understand, so instead I put it away in favor of a Vogue magazine that Gabbie had left behind.

Some of these girls look absolutely stunning! I wonder how this body would look in a dress like that?

I was lost in my little world of literature whenever I saw a figure looming up above me. I glanced up to see some twenty-something year old jock with a smirk on his face, holding the test above his head, half finished.

“Alright bitch.” He says as he shows me the booklet. “I need an A on this test, and obviously you know this shit since you finished it already.” He growls, shoving the book in my face as I take it from him instinctively. “Why don’t you just write down those answers on my book so we can both get outta here. Deal?” He asks with a tone of voice that almost sounds like a threat.

“Let me see that.” I say as I scan through the book. Not only was he only half done, but to me it looked like every answer was wrong! My eyes widened, and I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit as I handed the paper back to him, smacking it against his chest with a small plap while I do so.

“Dude, you don’t fucking need me. You need a miracle.” I giggle again, before picking up my magazine again and flipping to the page I left out on. God Beyonce’s tits look so good in that top! Though I could only stare at them for a second before the jock smacks the magazine out of my hand and I let out a quick “Hey!” as it flies across the desk.

“Na. I just need those answers that’s inside that pretty blonde head of yours.” He growls again as he puts the notebook down on top of my magazine with a loud smack. “So pick up that pencil and get to writing, cunt.” He says with a quick chuckle, as if that word were a clever pet name he just came up with.

“And what the hell is in it for me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as my eyes meet his. “What could some twenty-something year old douchebag do for me?” I ask, crossing my arms a bit with a scoff, but the confident look on his face doesn’t waver for even a second. Instead he only takes a step forward, putting his hands against my chair and forcing it back.

“Us twenty-something year old douchebags can give you something that your mature ass prolly hasn’t had in ages.” He says as he lowers himself to his knees, and starts to pull down my pants. At first I try to protest, but my body just froze and let him yank my pants and panties down in one quick swoop. “Now get to writing, and I’ll have this sweet pussy purring in no time.”