Players: Aaron's POV

Professor Bridget Sincere, who I guess is in her early thirties, doesn't look like much at first. She's pale, tall and thin, and what curves she has hide beneath shapeless, dull clothes. A modest and pious upbringing keeps her modest and pious. Her curly blonde hair's always tied back. She doesn't wear heels.

But since Sophmore year, I have pictured ripping off the ankle-length skirts and ugly sweaters. I imagine rubbing my nose in the curly blonde hair around her pussy. I picture small, pert breasts and long legs that'll wrap around me as I plunge into her tight cunt.

But intercourse between students and teachers is punishable by jail time. I'm delinquent but not a dumbass. I won't risk my inheritance or future place at my father's company--the one that created the Pleasure Grid.

Now in my Junior year, all I do is stare and imagine. I take as many of her history classes as I can.

But one day, I notice something remarkable in her open handbag. I see a Pleasure Grid Player's badge.

I'm stunned and slack-jawed until I get home. The Pleasure Grid's a home for deviants and closeted perverts. I didn't picture my Sincere there.

I fire up my computer and log into the Grid's system using my father's credentials. Ten minutes later, I'm looking at my professor's dirtiest secret. I load up camera feeds from the last session she played in.

I watch the blue-haired girl she plays lick pussy, take candy and fruit up her cunt and ass and get reamed by a huge cock.

I jack so hard and furiously it feels like my dick is on fire. I shake and grunt so fucking loud it sounds like I'm getting shot.

Afterward, I sit back, feeling spent and dazed. When my head clears, I know one thing is certain--I am going to use the Grid to finally get Sincere.