What does Tiffany do?

Help the student

Tiffany stood up and went over to help the girl.

"Professor, I have a question about how to answer this. I don't need the answer, just the format," the girl whispered.

Tiffany smiled and leaned over to help her. As she whispered her explanation, she noticed something in the reflection of the window. A student across from the girl was lifting up her skirt with a pencil! She paused in her explanation, as her brain short circuited for a moment. Wait, this was exactly what she had hoped for!

She bent over the girl's desk more and moved her legs apart a bit to give him a better view. Once she felt her skirt come back down and the girl confirmed what she said, she stood up and turned around. The student who had lifted her skirt had his paper turned over, so she leaned over and whispered. "Are you done?"

He nodded with a smile and whispered back. "Yes, thank you."

Tiffany winked, then went to sit back down at her desk. She looked through his test and saw two questions were unanswered. She went back to him. "You forgot to answer ten and twenty-five."

He blinked at her in surprise. "Oh, thank you." He went to work on them and she went back to checking on other students.

A few moments later his hand shot up. She walked over to his desk, "Did you double-check your work?" He smirked, his eyes dropping to her chest. "I did, so can I check if you're wearing a bra today?"

Tiffany wasn't expecting him to be so forward, and almost burst out laughing. Trying to control herself, she just smiled. "I'm sure you could easily see my nipples if I wasn't."

Just as he stretched out a hand to touch her, she saw the girl next to him had finished her test.