2. And then some

“Mila.”

The man from before stood in the doorway. He loomed over Dr. Nielsen, broad and large.

“Allan.”

Her voice was full of terror. She knew exactly what he could see: one of her students, red-assed, splayed on her desk and her office smelling of sex.

“So this is what she meant by ‘do anything’ for your students, is it?”

“I promise I can explain.”

“I don’t really think I need an explanation. There’s a lot you can do on the tenure track, but you can’t fuck a student. Or students probably, am I right?”

Dr. Nielsen was frozen in terror. She was seeing her career flash before her eyes. “Please Allan.”

“Please what?” He pushed past her into the office, gesturing to Meg, “please don’t ruin your career? You’ve done that already.”

Meg looked between the two of them. She felt a sense of loyalty toward her calculus professor, but she wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. And then she had an idea.

“Wait!” The pants-less student stood and quickly went to face the man. “I wanted to.”

“There’s no wanted to between a professor and a student.” The man was stone faced as he looked down at Meg.

“Maybe… I can convince you otherwise?” Meg sank to her knees and began to undo the other professor’s belt.