Give Roxy a bath

“So get in,” you say to Roxy.

“What?”

“Get in the bath.” You point.

“Oh.” You love teasing her. She awkwardly climbs in and sits down. You get your sponge and soap and kneel beside the tub. “Oh,” she says again as you start to wash her. “OK. Mm. That’s nice.”

“I’m very nice,” you say. “But you know what I don’t do?”

“What?”

“Crimes.”

“I said I was sorry.”

You run the sponge over her body, enjoying her reactions. She giggles when you wash her boobs.

“You sure you wouldn’t rather be in here?” she asks, and it’s obvious that she’s horny again.

“Be quiet.”

“Hey, you can’t tell me what to do like you can those others,” she replies.

“Want me to chain you up in the basement again?” you offer. “Then I’ll be in charge.”

“I bet you like being tied up down there. Once in a while,” she says with a knowing look.

“Maybe once in a while,” you reply.

“You think that you’re going to run this place?”

“I know I will,” you say, putting more soap on the sponge and starting on her legs. She’s breathing hard, but playing it cool. She leans back, resting her arms on the edges of the tub, watching you.

“I like your confidence,” she says.

It’s not a pickup line or anything, just a naked compliment. You blush, and you don’t want her seeing you like that, so you thrust the sponge between her legs.

“Oh!” she cries, jerking in surprise. Water sloshes, but you don’t let up. “Oh god,” she moans, squeezing her legs together and grabbing your wrist, holding it down there. She’s doing everything but humping against the sponge. She’s looking cute. You lean in, water splashing on you as you kiss her. Your knees slip in the water on the floor, but you keep your lips locked on hers. Her smooth, slippery thighs press against your hand in the hot water.

You pull back and watch her tilt her head, eyes closed, breathing fast and getting close. You don’t tease her. More water splashes out of the tub as she reaches orgasm, shaking all over before letting out an explosive breath. She sags, mouth open, gulping air.

You lift the sponge and wring it out, then reach out to stroke her damp hair as she recovers. Her eyes finally focus on you and she sits up, about to kiss you, but she stops.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, seeing the look on your face.

“We have to deal with this Professor Austen situation,” you say with a sign, putting the sponge aside and grabbing the shampoo.

“Huh?” she says as you start to lather up her hair.

“We have to stop it. What Professor Austen is doing is wrong. Fooling around, cheating—I can live with that, but the thing with the grades is a problem. She’s abusing her position. I don’t care if she hurts a girl’s feelings, but…” You sigh. “**** is different. We can’t look the other way.”

Roxy nods. “I guess not. I mean, Free Gurls aren’t exactly model citizens, but we don’t demand sex in exchange for stuff.”

It’s not in question that you have to go after Professor Austen and stop this. The question is how.

Through official channels?

Or unofficial channels?