A distracted session.

I begrudingly make my way through the hallway to the office of the strict, red-headed professor. My mind is swimming with the countless possibilities in store for me tonight. Vi's only response to my text was

'It'll be fun. We're just getting started.'

I groan internally. Now I have to sit through a gruelling tutoring session. Usually, the voluptuous beauty is enough to keep me motivated and distracted to perform better than I can, but the images flashing across my mind of her and Max—even both girls with Max while I watch—I shudder, a cruel mixture of nerves, anticipation, and excitement.

I shove my phone in my pocket and knock on the fibreboard door.

"Come in!" Mrs. Revers' voice rings out through the door.

I step in and close the door behind me. Marcus has already arrived and sits quite casually, his trackpant-clad legs spread apart as he leans back. He gives me an acknowledging nod as I take the seat next to him, facing Mrs. Revers on the other side of the desk.

"Alright, gentlemen." She starts, her voice steady, professional. She slides two sheets towards us. "I want you two to complete this worksheet. Three problems are on here; you'll find the exam will have three problems that cover the exact same subjects with slightly different wording." She clasps her hands together.
"What's the reward for this one mi-" Marcus clears his throat. "Mrs. Revers."
She gives him a sly smile and a nod for correcting himself. "Completely optional. I'll sacrifice some personal time and stay with you after the session to go through the worksheet and give you in-depth methods and a copy of the model answer for your review." She addresses me now, "The loser," She chuckles, I can't help but feel singled out, "will just get the annotated sheet back and directions on which chapters to study up on."

"Go on, get started then."

Marcus and I each read through the problem questions. I look over as Marcus's pencil starts to scribble down formulas and workings, but I find myself distracted by the silence itself. My brain fills it with images and sounds of Vi on her back, Max on top. Her breasts bouncing wildly as she jumps on his cock, her eyes full of lust and desire, while all I do is sit there desperately. Simple, normal words send me spiralling, 'couple' - Wathing Vi and Ari work together to blow Max, '****' - Max forcing his cock down Vi's throat, 'how many' - How many times will Max make Vi cum while I watch on.
Fuck, I need to focus. I try my best to clear my head, but my work is slow, it's too sloppy, and I can hardly think. I glance towards Mrs. Revers, distracted by her computer, Marcus is blazing through the questions.

Mrs. Revers takes her time in reading through Marcus's paper, nibbling the tip of her pen as she pushes her glasses up the ridge of her nose. "Not bad, Marcus, a marked improvement from our last session already. I'm proud that you read through the chapters." She hands the paper back, and I can see that it's not perfect marks; he was only able to get one question completely right, and the others are littered with mistakes.
I let out a quiet breath. I think I did better, even in my distracted state.