Evelyn gets his dick out under the desk.

Andrew adjusted his chair so that at the very least he wasn't mashing his knees right up against Evelyn's face. "Something that's come up in several performance evaluations?" he said. He made an audible gulp.

Dean Enfield pounced on it. "Yes, professor. And I think that you might know exactly what I'm thinking about. And why it's best that we address it here privately before bringing it before the full staff."

Evelyn was already getting bored and cramped. But here, she was faced with something that actually merited her interest. She reached up to Andrew's belt, and felt him freeze in discomfort as soon as her fingers touched it. It wasn't as though he could stop her, though. She unbuckled the belt as quietly as she could, and in one, slow, silent motion she lowered the fly on his jeans. It usually took Andrew a half hour at least to get his erection back after an orgasm, but he stiffened as soon as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pulled it out from his boxers. Was that fear of Dean Enfield that was turning him on, she wondered?

Evelyn licked her lips. She was going to enjoy torturing him.