Meet Morrigan after the show

You go to see Morrigan backstage after her show. Backstage is your room, where the shapely professor is wrapped up in a towel and searching through your pile of discarded bras in the hopes of finding one that fits. She doesn't know that anything above a C-cup ends up with the trophy bras.

"That was a great performance out there!" you say. "You really showed everyone what you've got!"

"Yeah, great. You're going to give me my clothes back now, right?"

"I've got to say, I didn't think you were up to it. But you stuck it out and performed like a champ, and we've got the pictures to prove it."

"Great..."

"I respect that. If you're packing a pussy with that much gumption, you deserve this."

Morrigan yelps with surprise as you seize her around the waist and dip her down as far as she can possibly bend, planting a kiss on her that she could never forget. She goes slack in your arms, not even reacting when you close your hand over her butt and rip the towel off of her body.

"Dishwasher," she breathes.

"What?" you say.

"The password," she says. "It's dishwasher."

"Oh! Right. That's my girl!"

She kisses you back.

Forty-five minutes later, Morrigan is pushed out your bedroom door with a goodbye slap on the butt. She gets a moment to sigh blissfully before she realizes that a common room full of students is laughing and cheering at her reappearance.

"Look at her booty!"

There, on her right buttock, is the rarely seen "Raider Seal of Approval" stamp. Everyone in the school knows what this means. The boys are all shouting their approval to Raider for bagging a teacher. The girls joke that it's nice to see that her fanfiction came true.

Morrigan grabs up a couple fistfuls of her writing and bolts for the door, one hand holding a chapter over her pussy, and the other hand doing its best to hold a chapter over her ass stamp.