Take him home.

"We need 12 different outfits, one for each month of the calendar," Rick said. "Please take me home to your place to see if you've got clothes that will work. If not, we can go shopping."

"That's reasonable," Brandi said. "You've really put some thought into this business plan! I'll just get dressed and we can go."

"No, take me to your car and drive me home in your underwear," he said.

"Good idea!" she agreed. "That will save time changing outfits when we get to my place!"

She grabbed her purse and left her suit folded neatly on her desk. She walked with Rick out of the lecture hall. A week before classes started, the hallway was pretty empty, but a lone grad student gawked.

"Profesor Love?" he said, dumbfounded.

"I can explain!" Brandi said, blushing at how this must look.

"Please don't feel you need to justify your clothing choices to anyone, Brandi-Boo!" Rick said.

"Of course I don't!" she said, scowling at the grad student. "God, what century do you think this is?"

"I...I didn't... It's just..." he stammered.

"Ignore him, Professor Poontang," Rick said. "We're in a hurry."

Brandi strutted down the hall, unaware of the confused man staring at her retreating panty-clad ass.

Her little blue sports car was there just outside the building in the dedicated parking spot she had been given when she made tenure.

"Nice wheels, Dr. Juggs!" he said. "Let me drive."

She handed him the keys, knowing she should avoid the stress of driving if she was going to be an effective model for his project once they got to her house. She should rest up.

But once she was in the passenger seat and he was behind the wheel, he sighed.

"You know what?" he said. "I thought my cock would have calmed down enough that I could get you somewhere more private, but it hasn't. So go ahead and suck me off right here in the car."

Brandi hadn't noticed before, but her student did indeed have a raging hard on. And she was responsible, of course, after posing like that in her office, so naturally it fell on her to deal with the consequences of her actions. Plus she didn't want him driving her car with a distracting erection! She unzipped his pants as he tilted back the driver's seat to make room for her.

She'd never given a student a blow job before. Hell, she hadn't given many to her past boyfriends. But Rick was being very reasonable so she supposed she could only reciprocate. She took his engorged member between her lips. It was a job that needed to be done. That's why it was called that. And it wasn't like he could suck his own dick! She was the only option.

"Do a better job than that, Silly Slut," he told her. "Really get into it! Let yourself go! Act like you like it! Pretend you're a whore trying to get a tip!"

That made sense. If she was going to do this, she should do it well! The better job she did, the sooner Rick would get off, the sooner they could get back to work on his project! She moaned and did her best to act like his cock was the best thing she had ever had in her mouth. She bobbed her head along his shaft and her head swam as it tapped the back of her throat. She nearly choked, but she reigned it in. Would a professional prostitute gag? Of course not! Brandi was going to earn a huge tip!

"Mmm! Mmmmm!" she exclaimed as she fondled his balls and slathered his with her tongue.

"Oh god yes!" he said. "Oh fuck...best...bedt thing I ever...Oh! Oh yeah! Here I go! Swallow it, whore! Swallow it all!"

Of course she would! It's what a whore would do! Plus she didn't want him to mess up her car's interior. She gulped down every spurt until his cock went limp in her mouth.

"That was...that was good," he said as she sat back up. "Be proud of yourself for being such a cocksucker."

She gave him a gooey grin.

"Oh, I am," she said, then licked her teeth. "Of course I am!"

"Of course you are," he said. "Does this thing have GPS?"

He told her to program it to take them to her home and she did, then told her to masturbate all the way home.

"Right!" she said. "That way I'll still look aroused for the next photoshoot!"

"Of course, Angel Twat!" he said, pulling out of the parking lot as she dig in to her pussy.

"Think about how much you loved sucking me off, " he instructed as he pulled on to the freeway. "Feel ashamed but incredibly aroused by how much you enjoyed it."

Brandi moaned and did just that. It made sense. Of course it made sense.

He had given her half a dosen other things to fantasize about by the time they got to her home.

"I need a drink of water," she panted once he told her to stop masturbating.

"Sure!' he said. "Take me to your kitchen!"

She led him there on knees of jelly, her panties soaked.