Motivation and Reward.

I tap my pen nervously, softly against an open notepad in front of me. Mrs. Revers peers silently through her glasses at the illuminated laptop screen. She didn't mind that I was a few minutes late; the other student was even later. I feel that I've avoided being reprimanded somehow.

"Have you been studying Mr.Doe?"
I nod, "Yes, ma'am. It's been hard, but the last two sessions have been very useful.
She nods and glances back at her screen, "Good, I'm glad."
"Can I ask how this double tutoring will work?"
"In what regard?"
I hesitate, "Well, I don't want to sound selfish, but I thought this was a one-on-one situation."
She lets out a low laugh as she looks away from the laptop, "It was. But I was asked by the dean to tutor Marcus, since he is on a scholarship for our athlete program and needs to get his grades up. It worked out well that I could get you two together to not only work together but I'll be presenting challenges and rewards."
"Rewards?"
She nods and looks towards the door as the sound of knocking is heard.
"Come in, Marcus!"
Is this college just filled with the most attractive dudes in the country? Marcus walks in. He's a tall, very toned but not overly massive, tanned, and light-skinned, African-looking man. His face is square and symmetrical, his hair styled into simple dreads. His dark eyes glance across the room, and they meet mine. He gives me a half smile and sticks out his hand.
I quickly stand up and take his hand, "Good to meet you."
He nods and sits down next to me, pulling out his books.

"Now you two." Mrs. Revers looks away from her monitor and leans forward on the desk, her large breasts squishing onto the table. I glance down, I can't resist. I glance over at Marcus, his eyes are hazy and disinterested, but they don't move away from Mrs. Revers' face.
"Both of you need some improvements. I have already gone over your head to ensure that you continue in the second level of my class for next semester.
"Miss, that cannot be allowed." Marcus leans forward, his brow furrowing down in frustration.
"It is. Especially when the state is paying for your education. Besides." She leans back and puts a loose strand of hair behind her left ear. "Your mother specifically requested that you graduate having completed all possible business units."
Upon hearing the invocation of his mother, Marcus leans back, but he's so clearly annoyed.

Mrs. Revers glances over at me, making sure there's no resistance on my part. I shake my head to confirm, she smiles, and continues.
"I understand that young men struggle to stay focused and interested in their classes." She adjusts her pencil skirt slightly and crosses her legs underneath the table. "So, I'm offering you an incentive program." She leans back. "More open access to myself, think, contacting me outside of office hours for any questions. Preview of next week's material, an extra one-on-one session, snacks, treats, access to my notes, access to my **** stash, I'll even be willing to share the drink with you."
My eyes reflexively widen, I notice Marcus leaning forward, suddenly interested. Is she saying what I think she's saying? Personal non-study time with her. Does she know how the men on this campus feel about her? She surely does.

"You can look at past years' questions and answers. I'll think of something if the time comes, or if you have any suggestions, let me know and we'll see if I approve."
"I'll take you out to dinner, as a reward, miss."
I see a tug at her lips, but her face stays neutral. "Perhaps you should start with addressing me properly before you think you can take me to dinner,"_ _She leans forward and hisses, "Mr. Goode."
Marcus shrinks into his seat and mutters softly, "Sorry. Mrs Revers."
"Better. I will adapt based on performance. I expect you both to put in the work required."

The gruelling session comes to a close, and I end up winning the first challenge Mrs. Revers gives us. I have a slight advantage because of our first two sessions. But, Marcus isn't a pushover, despite his disinterest; he wasn't that far behind me in terms of pace, and only made a few extra mistakes on the problem questions. But I end up finishing faster and with more accuracy.
"Well done, Mr. Doe."
She spins in the chair and opens a drawer behind her. She pulls out a few sheets of paper and hands them to me.
"These are some model answers and questions that I wrote up for a past exam. You will be the only one with access to these."
"Thank you. I'll make sure to review them."
She nods and addresses us both.
"Ok, you two are dismissed. I'll see you again later this week, perhaps Thursday. I want to do some specific exam prep for you."

Marcus and I gather our things, and he quickly leaves, not acknowledging either me or Mrs. Revers. I step out of the office and close the door behind me.

As I walk through the hallway, the sunny exterior of the building shines through the window, but I feel almost suffocated. There's a darkness in the air, in my soul. A crushing sensation of pressure and stress, my limbs feel heavy from lust and anxiety, and a hazy fog fills my brain. I check my phone; I haven't heard from Vi in hours. I feel my jeans tighten.