Lock the door

You bite your lip, struggling with the emotions conflicting within you. Part of you wants to stalk out of the room, showing your indignation at Professor Garrison's demand, perhaps even reporting him. Another part urges you to lock the door and obey; show off your ripe young tits and watch his eyes widen with interest. And yet another says to just flash him quickly and leave before things get out of hand.

With a sigh, you nod your head and walk to the door, pushing the lock before turning to look at him. Deciding to make the most of the situation you walk back towards him, swaying slightly as you slowly unbutton your top and let it slide down your arms, displaying your lush orbs barely contained in a lacy white bra.

"Is this what you wanted to see, Professor?" you ask in a sultry voice, starting to feel a bit more in control of the situation.

"It's what you wanted to show me Miss Carter. It's what you assumed I was thinking about." His voice is cold and clinical and you feel a little flutter in your belly. "Take off the bra. Make a thorough job of it."

"Professor!" you squeak in alarm that's only partially pretended. "You said just the top!"

"You're proud of those," he answers. "Show them off. Show me what you think I'm lusting for, what I'm supposed to give you marks for."

"I'm not a slut professor! I'm not a...a...a.."

"Strumpet? That's the word you're looking for. I see no evidence to the contrary. Take off the bra or get dressed and leave."

You look at him with frightened eyes, trying to weigh the options that seem to be diminishing with each moment. Trying to recover your dignity you reach down and pick up your top, trying to glare at him as you pull it on.

"I will leave," you say, trying to be firm. "This is very inappropriate Professor Garrison."

"So is acting like a harlot in my class, Miss Carter. You're free to go. And don't bother showing up for lectures again. I'm removing you from the class."