Head to your Ethnic and Gender studies class!

Ethnic and Gender studies. Unfortunately, you need to take gen ed courses, and this was the only one available. You'd wanted to take something cool like underwater basket weaving instead, but sadly, that wasn't an option.

You don't really respect this class. It's always seemed like a weird thing that universities only invented to make money, somewhere to push all the students who couldn't make it in other majors and still have them graduate.

Still, it can't be too bad, right? Easy readings, lots of other disgruntled students, a professor pressured by the administration not to fail anyone.

Yes, it'll be fine, even though you got lost and you're going to be late on the first day.

When you finally find the classroom, you immediately notice a few things:

1) You're one of the only guys in the classroom.

2) You're one of the only non-white people in the classroom.

3) The classroom is really small, and everyone can see you enter late.

4) The professor, especially, is staring at you.

"Alright, everyone, take fifteen minutes to discuss the article! I'll be back in a second", she announces to the class, and leaves the room. She very deliberately shuts the door behind you, and then continues staring at you.

She's intimidating. Pretty, admittedly. Long brown hair in a ponytail, green eyes, sweater and tights, white with a light tan... She looks like the sort of teacher you would have had a crush on in high school. But her being pretty doesn't change the fact that she and she alone has supreme power over your grade, and that her first introduction to you was your tardiness.

Out of nowhere, she hugs you and laughs. "Oh my goodness, I cannot believe it! I'm so excited you're in my class!" She lets go, not noticing your look of confusion, and goes on. "Can you believe how cool this is? You, the man beta-testing reparations, in my EGS class! You're basically the most interesting thing we've ever seen in this field, and you're here."

Aaaaand she's too close again. She's whispering in your ear, now. "I'll make you an offer. Help me with this class for the semester, as a teaching assistant and live demonstration, and I'll give you an A. And, of course..." You're suddenly intimately aware of the hot breath on your ear, and even more aware of her pressing her body against you. Her breasts press against your chest, and she's purposefully grinding her lower half against yours. You can feel yourself hardening in your pants, and you know she can too.

"You can always give me a different letter, if you want", she finishes, and walks back into the classroom, hips swaying more than they need to, not looking back at you again after.