I get to take the exam in her office

Miss Benson was alone in her office when I knocked.

“Yes?” she said, and I entered.

Tara Benson was quite hot, and not just for a physics professor. She had wavy brown hair, black-rimmed glasses and a lithe frame dressed in black jeans and a white, loose top.

“Hello, Miss Benson. Sorry for disturbing you," I said.

She didn’t even look up from her papers when she replied.

“Let me guess: Another student who failed to show up for today’s exam?”

“Yes.” I replied, honestly, “but I have a good reason.”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure you do," she said, and finally raised her eyes from the article, looking me up and down. “You all do. It still won’t help. No-show is no-grade.”

Fuck. I had to use the information from her game profile.

“Please, Miss Benson,” I begged. “I was sitting up last night reading Jostakovich’ latest article on string theory and fell asleep without setting my alarm!”

I noticed how she got slightly more interested.

“Jostakovich is delusional. His stupid hang-up on numerical analysis will lead him nowhere.”

“I know. I can’t believe he still refuses to believe in the holographic principle!” I said.

Feeling confident, I sat down into the visitor's chair next to her desk.

“He’s been wildly off track since the mid-90s. Living mainly on his old reputation. You can’t read that kind of garbage, Mr…” Miss Benson scoffed. “What was your name again?”

“Mike Ockisard, miss Benson” I said.

“Please, Mike, call me Tara,” she replied with a warm smile.

“Let me find some good articles for you,” she continued, and went over to her cabinet.

"Woah!" I thought, but not for the first time. Her ass looked incredible in those jeans. Nice and round, filling it out very nicely. I felt my {Cock_length} inch cock beginning to wake up almost immediately as she bent over to get an article from the bottom shelf.

“Here, read these instead. They’re from Witten, Tomaga and Michiu. Brilliant scientists.”

“Thanks,” I said and skimmed the first abstract. “Ah, supersymmetry. Such a beautiful theory.”

“Yes, it’s a quite elegant,” my professor replied and looked me over again. I could swear I saw something change in her eyes.

“You know what, Mike?” she continued, “if you are willing to prove yourself, you can take the exam. Right here, right now, in my office. How does that sound?”

“Oh my god, that sounds great, Miss Benson. Thank you so much!” I replied, realizing I could actually get away with a mistake for once.

“Please, again, just call me Tara. Ok, then, let me print out the exam and find you some official paper to write on. Please don’t touch anything while I'm gone. It may not appear that way, but there is a system in all the mess."

“Of course, Tara,” I said, and watched as she left me alone in her office.