He's in.

"Ummm...yeh... ok... just maybe like a little bit" he says thinking its been a few minutes already since taking his pill, he should be fine.

"Whatever you want, you get " she replies in a bratty patronizing tone, grabbing his hand, and leading him down a hallway to a private room.

"Strip down, then sit down." She tells him, pointing to the love seat in the corner of the room, before finding the light switch, to give them both full vision rather than the standard dim lighting.

In another corner of the room is a floor cabinet. She bends over slowly, giving her professor a view of her round ass and legs, as she collects a bottle of pills. She places them on coffee table next to the love seat, as Professor Hardmon sits down on the love seat, still wearing his boxer.

"Aww still a little shy, professor. Thats okay. I can work with that." She sits down side sideways, her back up against the arm of the loveseat, her legs laid out over his lap. She wraps her arms around him and pulls herself closer, so that her mouth is at his ear.

"So tell me professor, do you ever think about me late at night, when you're all by yourself?" She aks

"Of course not." He responds defensively.

"I dont think youre telling the truth. I see you staring you at me all the time. Theres a reason i wear lowcut shirts when i talk to you about my grades." She says as she takes his head in her hands, and places it between her perky cleavage.

"You can be honest with me here. Do you jerk of thinking about me?" She asks again, pulling his head away so he can respond.

"Yeh, sometimes." He responds.

"Good boy. I like knowing that. I like knowing how hot and bothered i can get you. It makes pushing the right buttons, to get better grades easy." She says, as she can feel his hands start rubbing her toned legs.

"When you jerk yourself to me, do you just picture me, or do you think about all the dirty things you want me to do to you?" She asks.

"Both" he replies.

"Oh yeah. You think about my lips wrapped around your cock?" She asks, and he nods yes.

"Or getting to be inside my tight little pussy?" He nods yes in response to her question again.

Madison stands up, and throws her dress aside. Standing infront of him in just a just a tiny black bra amd panties.

"Well then today is your lucky day. Anything you want, you just have to ask." She tells him and then sits in his lap stradling him.

"Ummm... can we just wait a... a few minutes?" He asks.

"Theres dozens of men out there willing to pay for my time, and im treating you for free. Youre an econ professor, you know time is money. Its now or never." Madslison explains.

As an economics expert, he starts doing some math. He came into the club after 1 song had started, the second song is now coming to an end. Probably an everage of 4 minutes per song. So its been atleast 5 minutes or so, maybe up to 8 at a 90% rate of castration. Then ten more minutes of 50%.