The Dancing Professor

At this point, though neither had a clue why, both Anna and Mitch knew she would do anything he asked, no matter how much she might hate doing it. Inevitably that dynamic had already advanced to the Professor sitting in her students poky bedroom dressed only in a black bra and panties. She could only hope he didn't take this strange power he apparently had over her too much further.

"I want you to dance for me" Mitch decided after leering at Anna's hot, scantily clad body for a while whilst his jeans failed to hide the rock hard erection it was giving him "and make it a really sexy dance!"

"A sexy dance?" Anna wince "I'll try but I don't really know how."

"Sure you do! Also, you don't mind if I film this do you? I'd like to enjoy this again later" A video would also serve as excellent insurance for the straight A's he had been promised. Somehow he doubted anyone would believe this had happened on his word alone.

Unable to object, Anna swayed her hips and stroked her body up and down seductively while Mitch set his phone to video and placed it somewhere it could nicely capture everything that was about to happen. Anna's awkwardness and obvious embarrassment in the role of a stripper was actually kind of adorable and incredibly sexy in it's own way. Mitch needed to be closer to her "Let's make this a lapdance. Get yourself over here!"

A helpless Anna walked tentatively over to Mitch and sat herself down on his lap, facing him with her legs wide to straddle the lucky young man, and slowly gyrated her hips. She could feel his throbbing dick pressed up against her most intimate areas separated only by his clothing and her panties. Why was she doing this? She was not only debasing herself for somebody she felt nothing for, but literally putting her career on the line for this obnoxious and unremarkable young man. Why? Was he some sort of unlikely looking master hypnotist? She was finally ready to ask, but not until she had been made to kiss him once again.

"How are you doing this to me?" Anna asked, her hands still wrapped around Mitch's neck as she came up for air.

"I'm not doing anything, Anna. You are just agreeing with everything I say. Maybe part of you wants this?"

"I really don't" Anna answered bluntly "Please can you stop asking me to do stuff I don't want to do? Or just tell me to get dressed and go home?"

"But don't you realise how ridiculous that sounds? You are an intelligent adult who makes her own decisions and I have no magical powers to use on you" Mitch hesitated a moment. Was this wrong? He had not **** or even **** Anna into doing a single thing. He never would. It felt to Mitch like, despite her protests somewhere deep down she must want this, she just wanted to put all the responsibility on him. He decided to continue "Come on Anna, it's time to lose that bra of yours."