He sees one of his students. (Madison)

Knowing full well the effects of the pill he's taken, and still hoping to remarry and start a family of his own, Jason is trying to take things slowly at the club. Have a few beers, enjoy some scenery, and once the pill's effects wear off, he can go home and jerk off.

He makes his way to a standing section of the bar, trying to not look around too much, or draw anyones attention. The bar tender is a pleasent looking woman but nothing special. She quickly sees him, takes his order, and gets him his beer, before making her way to the next customer. That process didnt take too long, so he starts casually looking around the club.

For a weekday afternoon the club is pretty packed. There seems to be a lot of men there by themselves, just like him, and dozens of gorgeous women of every shape, size and color. Some women are dressed like you'd expect a stripper: in lingerie or a revealing dress, some are dressed more casual. As he's glancing around he locks eyes with a gorgeous brunette.

"Shit its Madison" he thinks to himself.

Of all the gorgeous girls on campus, the tight brunette with the face that defines hot, is the one he jerks himself to most often. He tries to be a moral upstanding professor, but when she visits him after class and pouts with her sexy mouth and leans foward to tease with her cleavage, he cant help but raise her grades, at the least, so that she doesnt catch him staring.

She saw him, and is walking in his direction. "Leave" he tries to tell himself, or just go to the restroom, find another girl to talk to. Anything. Just pretend you didnt see her. Turn away. But he doesnt. Instead he just stares at the long legs peeking out the bottom of her silver dress, walking their way over to him until shes standing in front him.

"Hey professor" she greets him with a hand on her hip, while bringing her other hand through her dark hair, the two standing nearly eye to eye, about a foot apart at the bar. "What brings you in today?"

"Umm... i just... ahhh..." he tries to come up with a reason, that doesnt sound **** or pathetic, or admitting that he feels bad jerking off to thoughts of the woman currently in front of him, and was hoping to find someone new to jerk off too.

"Dont be nervous" she interupts, bringing one hand to his shoulder, taking a step in so theres only a couple inches between their bodies, and traces a finger slowly up and down his chest.

"This isnt school. You dont have to pretend your not staring at me. Here - you get to look all you want." She continues as she take another step toward him, their bodies now pressed up against eachother, she places her leg in between his, and lifts up to rub his crotch with her thigh .

"You can even touch." She says letting the finger she was using to trace his chest, make its way to the hardening bulge in his pants. Where she traces the outline of his cock a few times before giving it a squeeze.

"Or i can touch you if youd prefer that... so whats it going to be Professor HARD.....mon?" She giggles her bratty laugh.