Zhang and I are office mates and we are both graduate students.  Since I am teaching a class this semester, I made sure he would be around in case I needed any help with something.   Case in point, the third week of class an older student came in and asked a question.  I looked over his solution and started to explain that I thought he may have been wrong.  Zhang overheard what his solution was and corrected me.  The student stumbled upon a unique way of solving the problem I asked.

 A different day, I had just finished my class for the day.  It had been a test and one I dont feel as though the students were ready for it.  After sitting down and getting the tests out to grade, one of the girls in the class came in, apparently to complain about the test.  I saw her walking down the hall and B lining towards the office door.  She was wearing this tight fitting black tshirt and some amazing leggings.  I kept my eyes away from her, attempting to remain professional.  She came into my office, turned the corner and whispered into Zhang's ear.  Zhang just got up and said he was going to get lunch.   Wtf Zhang..  he's supposed to be here to protect me from these scenarios.   I figured she was going to chew me out for this test.  Zhang left, and she walked to the door and shut it behind her.   I look at her and say, "Excuse me.. "  I stammer a little because I realize I dont know her name but continue, "I'm going to need you to open the door."

 She replies, "Mr. [not saying my name], we need to fix this right now.  I studied like hell and I know I failed that test.   and my name is Emma."  

 Basically at this point I'm a little ticked off. She made Zhang leave, she shuts my door, and she is complaining about failing her test.  She steps forward towards me and stands in a very open stance.   Her hands are on her hips and pushes her breasts forward.  Her long flowing hair covers her little breasts.  Good thing too, because I probably would be staring at them if they weren't covered.    My eyes looked down at the floor, but can see that shes wearing shiny leggings.  He legs are a little open and I can see it all.  I start to realize that she is here to up her grade.   

My mind starts to race as to what could happen, but I try my hardest to remain professional.  I lift my eyes up to hers, albeit, a little too slowly.  I took in every bit of her body on the way up.  "Emma, lets just check your test to see how you did."  I flip through the stack of papers on my desk to search for her test.  

 She put her hand down on the stack of papers, "Listen, I dont need this class.   I think your class is stupid.  I'll never use it.  In fact, I'm only taking it because the time slot is good.  So let me tell you what is going to happen."  Emma starts to take her shirt off.  As she speaks, part of me connects with her.  Clearly this is wrong professionally, but she is totally right.  The class is useless for anyone but those majoring with my department.  Maybe I was just rationalizing, but it seemed like damned good logic at the time.  Emma gets her shirt off exposing her black bra to me.  Emma continued, "You are going to take care of my grade, and I'm going to take care of you".  She then slipt her hand up to her bra, and unclasped the front.  She walked back behind my desk and let it fall to the ground.  

 At this point, I was utterly in shock. I was nervous, I was excited, I was shaking just a little.  I wanted her so badly, but knew I just couldn't go through with this.  I had it in my mind that I had to stop her.  Before any words could come out of my mouth, I heard a knock on the door.  Emma's and my eyes met immediately, she had this scared look on her face that she had to be quiet.  Then the door started to open.   Shit!  She didn't lock the door!  Emma franticaly looked around for a hinding spot.  In the chaos I dropped her test to the ground.  The door stopped as a familiar voice called down the hallway.  Emma slipped under my desk.  My advisor walks in the room.  My foot hooks Emma's bra and kicks it under the desk.  

 I give a very awkward welcome to my advisor.    He starts asking me about the class I'm teaching and my research status.   I give the best answer I can given the circumstances.  He sits down and so do I, as not to make him suspicious.  As we chatted, I felt a hand feeling my pants.   I look down for just a moment and I see Emma's face between my legs, holding her test paper in one hand, and saying "shhhhh" with her other hand.  Suddenly, I'm again in shock, nervous, and excited all at the same time.  I tell my advisor that I'll have to speak with him later as I'm unprepared, and I need to grade this stack of tests.  Disappointed, he leaves and shuts the door behind him.  I scoot back in my chair, get up and walk to the door to lock it.  As I walk to the door, I take a few deep breaths and calm myself down some.  I reach to the door, lock it, and turn around.

 "Emma", I glared into the eyes peeking up from under the desk,"that was a dangerous move you made".  I still have a boner in my pants and I'm pointing to her.  "I'm not sure what the hell was going through your mind with that stunt you were pulling."  She stands up, appearing very vulnerable.  I walk up to her, pressing my body against hers and grabbing her ass with both hands, "grades aren't free.  Your going to have to earn it."

(more to come)