Now back to work.

Professor Hill was proofreading articles when Ross knocked apprehensively on the door. She looked up from her paperwork, smiling when she saw who it was.

"Ross!" she said. "What brings you to my office?"

He cast his eyes down. "Well, I was wondering if we could do anything about my most recent test score. You know, if there's something I could give you that would convince you to raise my grade..."

"Ross! Tell me that you're not offering me a bribe," the professor said ominously.

"Oh, no, Professor Hill," Ross said hastily. "I would never presume."

"Then what?" she demanded, her cute face lined with suspicion.

Ross put his hands in the air as if she had a gun trained on him. "Perhaps... sexual favors?"

She eyed him critically. "I'm sure you'll be entirely inadequate," she said. "I have very high standards.."

"Can I at least show you?" he asked. The professor nodded wearily, slightly irritated by this student wasting her time.

He unzipped his jeans and his throbbing erection immediately sprung out. She looked it over with an air of clinical detachment.

"Hmm, yes. This is a very good specimen, more than capable of fulfilling my needs." She slid a fingernail along the length of the shaft and it twitched. "That is, if the operator is skilled enough."

"Sounds like it's time for you to administer an exam," Ross said.

"Oh, I do love a good oral exam," the professor said as she got to her knees. Ross groaned as she wrapped her lips around his cock. He put his hands on her the back of her head and closed his eyes, savoring the sensations.

"Oh, professor," he moaned. "I think I'm getting a firm grasp on-"

"What the fuck are you two doing?" Ross and Madison jumped, startled by Andrew and Erica's entrance into the apartment. Ross hurriedly zipped up his jeans while Madison got to her knees with a sheepish grin.

"Practice?" she offered with a shrug.

Erica rolled her eyes. "Unless your parents are major donors, a blowjob isn't gonna be enough to get tenure."

Andrew rushed over to Madison and started brushing the dust off of her knees. "Dammit, the tech is gonna be here tonight! You better not have fucked up her outfit."

"Relax, Andrew," Madison said. "We didn't get very far before you showed up and ruined it. I can't help it if I look too tempting in old lady clothes."

"You look like a kid playing dress-up," Erica said wryly. Madison stuck out her tongue.

"Do you have the scripts?" Ross asked. Erica reached into her pocket and produced a handful. Ross took them and began flipping through them.

"Why did you get two makeup artists?" he asked.

"We realized that we can have Erica help with the makeup," Andrew said. "Hopefully we can put enough wrinkles on this babyface to convince the tech that she's supposed to be a professor."

He grabbed one of the scripts and put his fingers to Erica's forehead. Ross looked doubtfully at his and Madison put a hand on his forearm.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked.

"I guess I'm just nervous," he admitted. "I wish you could be with me while we do this."

"We've got this, babe. The plan is good and we've been really careful. All-"

Her eyes widened suddenly and her mouth shot open. Ross spun angrily to see Andrew holding the release tablet. Erica was already picking through the bag of cosmetics.

"What? You can read love poetry to your sex doll later," Andrew told him. "We have work to do."