The Student - Part One

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"Oh no," she moaned, looking at her exam.  She knew she hadn't studied long enough, she knew she should have crammed harder...  The "B" on this exam would never be enough to get the grade - and she just HAD to...HAD to...get out of her house and into the school of her dreams.  "A new life, new friends, new things to do..." she thought wistfully to herself.  All she wanted was to get out of that crummy little town, to find a better place...  But a "B" would bring down her GPA, and then she could never "make the grade".  She chastized herself for making bad punns at a time like this.

Glancing at her professor, she knew how hopeless it would be to try talking him out of the lower grade.  People had tried before, she'd heard the stories.  No successes, only dashed hopes.  He was just a strict teacher...mean....and there'd be no way around him. 

Imaginary conversations ran through Cait's mind, "Mr. Sapirt, please.  I can take the test again, I'll do anything!  Please just give me a second chance.   You don't understand how much this grade means to me!"  She blinked, heavily, staring down again at the paper, the words turning in her mind.  The blaring grade in red marker smothered her hopes even more, making her feel weighed down.  She desperately racked her brain to find better things to say to her teacher...more persuasive things. There had to be a way to convince him!

Finally she stopped searching, and reprimanded herself.  After all, dwelling on a conversation that would never take place was just a waste of time.  No sense stewing on it. But she always got good grades, and this one was so much more important!   Cait always got her way, working hard to please her teachers, working hard to be sure they liked her.  She had worked hard for Mr. Sapirt, too, but he never seemed to notice her any more than the other students, so her "A" was more work in this class than in any other.

The end-of-class bell rattled Cait out of her reverie.  The swarm around her pushed toward the door, passing her by, but the bricks in her legs prevented her from moving.  As the last students left the room, she sighed and stood from her chair, hesitating. 

Sapirt looked at the girl, staring at her.  What did SHE want now?   They always wanted something!  But she was a cute one, at least.  Pert, little breasts, cute little pleated mini-skirt.  Damned little girl students!   Didn't they know how to dress?  Sapirt looked at the floor, restraining himself.  That's all he needed, he thought sarcastically, to be nailed for harassment charges for looking at her too long.  Best just to think about something else.   Damned girl.

Suddenly he caught a wiff of her perfume, a light, fruity scent.   He couldn't stop himself from thinking of that soft, young skin, the downy peach fuzz of her arms...his cock got hard just smelling her.  Ooo, to slide up into that velvety, wet....

"Mr. Sapirt, I...I...." her stammering annoyed him, but it saved him the expense of fighting to quiet his thoughts, so he relaxed in his chair, a heavy, sarcastic sigh loudly announcing itself.. 

"What is it, Caitlyn?"

"It's just that I....I...   Mr. Sapirt, I know you don't make exceptions, but I've worked so hard in your class, and I know my grade's not that bad, but..."

The voice sounded a million miles away.  Sapirt couldn't stop looking at her legs, creamy thighs peaking out from under that flouncy little pleated skirt.  He thought of his rough hands on that soft skin, sliding slowly under that little cotton skirt...

"...and I just thought that maybe there was some way that I could...  I mean...  I really need an 'A', Mr. Sapirt."  She sighed, defeated.  She was sure he'd not even heard her at all, his glassy eyes seemed to ignore her entirely.   But she had to try something! 

The voice echoed in his mind, "....there must be some way..."   Sharply he caught his breath, regained his attention, and looked at the girl squarely in the eyes.  "You want a better grade, do you?"  His tone was mocking, sarcastic, hard.  Staring at her, he saw her writhe.  The tension he felt from her made his dick throb.  So fragile, this little girl.  She needed a good fucking.  Pin her down and fuck her until she begged for mercy.

"Well it's just that I....well,...I..."

"Shut up!" He roared.  She almost dropped her books.   "I don't change grades, Caitlyn, you know that!"

"But Mr. Sapirt I..."

"There's nothing you could say that would change my mind.  Now get out of here and leave me alone!"  Sapirt looked at the girl's tits, hardening under her flimsy cotton blouse.  Involuntarily he licked his lips.

Caitlyn was young, but she wasn't stupid.  Noticing the way Mr. Sapirt looked at her made her shiver.  She swallowed hard, her mind racing.  She was scared, but the rush was overwhelming, almost paralyzing...she didn't dare move.   "If I leave now," she thought to herself, "if I go, there'll be no chance for me.  My future will be ruined..." 

Quietly she pleaded one last time, "I'd do *anything*, Mr. Sapirt, please..."

Sapirt stood, his lips tightly persed.  Caitlyn moved to protest, but he held up his hand and froze her words in mid-air.  "You sound like this is very important to you."

"Oh yes!  More than you know!" Caitlyn felt the excitement of hopeful expectation springing up in her throat.  Could it be true?   Did the man have a heart after all?

He looked the girl up and down, sizing her up.  Could he really get away with a kind of....arrangement....with her?  A "negotiation"?  Or would she fly home to Mommy and tattle?  In the silence, as he looked at her, she shifted, uneasy.  "Easy prey," Sapirt thought, "little bitch standing there all frightened and squirming."  Sapirt crossed the few feet to the door, and closed it.  It'd been too long since he'd felt a woman.   Too long.  He monitored her carefully.  She didn't move. 

"How badly do you want that grade, Caitlyn?  How badly do you want your ENTIRE class grade to  be an 'A'?"  He stared at her from the door, and when she smiled eagerly, he took a few steps toward her.  So innocent...

"It's just that I really want to be able to...get...into...."   As she hurried to explain herself, the hint of sarcasm from Sapirt's voice suddenly caught Cait's attention.  She mulled it over, the echo repeating in her mind.   Funny.  What could he have in mind by, "how badly?"   She verbalized the question in a quiet, meek voice, "What do you mean, Mr. Sapirt?"

"I mean, I'd never change a grade for a student who would tell anyone what I'd done.  You know, it *is* against school policy to change grades.   How can I know I can trust you to keep our...'little secret'...to yourself, Caitlyn?"

Eagerly Cait offered, "No, Mr. Sapirt, I wouldn't tell anyone!   I swear! I promise!"

Sapirt smiled.  Now there's a start!

"Good girl.  Now, you know, I can't just change a grade like that." He snapped his fingers toward Caitlyn's face, then resumed his dominant stance.  "You'll have to do some....homework....if you want me to change your grade.   It'll be very...difficult.  You're going to have to work hard for this...VERY hard."

"Yes, yes, anything!"  Cait's heart raced; she forced herself to ignore any possible implications.  She just wanted that grade!

He moved very close to her, and lifted her chin to look him squarely in the eyes, "You'll have to do *whatever* I tell you to do.  Do we understand each other?"  Caitlyn gulped, then nodded quickly.

"Fine then."  Sapirt turned to his desk and scrabbled on a sticky-note.  "Here's my address.  Tell no one what I'm doing for you, or I'll fail you immediately with no exceptions.  You will meet me at my house this evening.  In the meantime, I'll....make up some homework for you... and I will give you instructions there.  Do you understand?"

Cait nodded again.  She smiled slightly, thinking, "What could he possibly ask me to do?"  She ignored the idea that he might be out to take advantage of her. 

Sapirt moved toward her, standing a foot or so away, his height towering over her.  He reached out his hand, closing the distance between them.  The sticky note rested poised at the end of his finger.  When Caitlyn reached for it, he pulled it back toward himself, just out of her reach.  Then, like a vulture, he moved closer to her, close enough to hear her breathing, to smell her peachy perfume again... 

Caitlyn stood motionless, looking up at his eyes.  He leaned slightly closer still, stopping barely inches from her face, testing her reaction again.   Again she stood before him, not moving.   So innocent...so eager...   Sapirt groaned quietly, then whispered, "You're a very good student, Caitlyn, but changing your grade, I don't know."  He looked at her long, dark hair.  He looked at her full, glossed lips.  He imagined what it would be like to slide his rock-hard dick between those lips, to shove her head down and make her take the length of his cock...  Caitlyn lost her smile.

Balancing the note on his fingertip, he moved his hand between his face and hers. "Don't be late," he hissed.

Cait took the note gingerly, smiled brightly at her victory, and left.  The door closed heavily behind her.  For Cait, it was a sound of freedom and relief.  For Sapirt, it was the start of something he needed very, very badly.   He was going to get the best fuck of his life, whenever and however he wanted it.

Sapirt returned, with a bit of difficulty, to sitting behind his desk.