Introduction to incentives.

The golden afternoon sun casts lines through the windows in the economics faculty wing, my head against the wall behind me as I stand outside Mrs. Revers' office. The sound of clacking heels gets increasingly louder around the corner. I smile as the bodacious professor turns the corner.

"Mr. Doe!" She exclaims with some shock, with a glance down at her wrist watch, "You're here early."
"You wound me, Mrs. Revers."
She rolls her eyes, a smirk at her lips as she approaches her door and steps inside after turning the lock, she holds the door open for me, and closes the door. She makes her way around and sits gracefully into her desk chair.

"So," She speaks curtly, "Exams are in a few weeks. I want to get a better idea of how you are with the content." She opens a drawer and slides two sheets of paper. A quick glance reads a scenario and some problem questions. "I want you to attempt that. If you get above a rough 85% mark, I'll reward you with more focused questions on topics that are guaranteed to be in the exam as well as model answers."
"Maybe a celebratory dinner together as well?" I tease as I grab a pen from my bag.
A moment of silence passes, and I look up, slowly and cautiously.
She's fixing me with an unimpressed stare, her eyes dark, but I'm certain I see a flicker of amusement and curiosity.
"Sorry. Bad joke."
"Mhmm." She murmurs as she turns her attention to her laptop.
"You may begin."

I slide the paper back after 45 minutes. Locked in and focused, I didn't allow myself to be distracted by the slight movement of her chest as she bounces her leg under the table. My pants tighten as I watch the vixenous red lips of the professor suck on the tip of her crimson pen as her eyes dart across the paper I handed to her. After some time, she looks up.

"88%."
I grin, a little bit too triumphantly. "So I passed!"
Her lips purse to the side as she looks over the rim of her reading glasses, "Barely Mr. Doe. I do hope that you're not satisfied with that level of performance."
I can't help myself, I want to push her buttons, I'm determined in my quest to sleep with my teacher.
"Of course not. I can perform much better for you, Mrs. Revers."
She doesn't look at me, but I see her lip twitch as she reaches into a drawer, pulling out yet more papers. I'm starting to win her over.... I think.

"Here." She hands the papers to me.
"Go through these and review your answers and methodology."
"That's all for today, you may leave."

"Oh really? Shorter than usual, is everything okay?" I ask sincrecely.
She nods as she adjusts her laptop screen. "Yes, thank you. I have paperwork to complete as well as some incident notes, nothing serious. We'll have a more in-depth discussion and review in our next session. Good Evening, Mr. Doe."
I nod understandingly and pack my things. I say a polite goodbye as I close her office door and make my way down the hall.

I make my way down the building, step outside, and look at the few leftover students still loitering on campus. I breathe the fresh air in deeply. I should text Vi, maybe I'll get her some flowers or a snack. She said she was busy, but I want to give her support before her first modelling shoot tomorrow. I reach down for my phone.

My pocket is empty.

I do the traditional 'male-pocket-pat-down.', my heart beating faster.

Where the fuck is my phone??

I sit on a concrete ledge as I slip my bag off and rummage frantically.

Oh for fucks sake.

I took it out of my pocket when I was in Mrs. Revers' office. I hope she's still there, she should be she said she had shit to do.

I turn and make my way up the building again.