5. Grade improvements

Jordan Miller

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Today was the day I had to go to the Maurizio mansion and I was beginning to have double thoughts about it. Was it a good idea to go there?

Alessandro had clearly told me that I wasn't getting my job back. What if he was only letting me go to his house just to punish me for my stubbornness? I'd been drunk when I made that phone call and the next time Carlo called me, I'd apologized for my behavior the other night, so I wasn't worried about him. Alessandro on the other hand…

"Miss Miller," Professor Mark called out. "A word please."

I groaned internally and told my friends not to wait up for me. I packed up all my stuff and approached his desk hesitantly as Catherine exited the room, along with the rest of the class, winking at me as she did so. I snickered.

"Something funny, Miss Miller?"

"Oh, cut the formalities, Professor." I snorted. "Why'd you call me?"

Professor Mark shook his head in disbelief. "Someone needs to tame you…" he said it so quietly, that I was sure it wasn't meant for my hearing. Too bad, I did and I wasn't going to let it go.

"Tame me?" I asked in amusement. I wasn't a dog or an animal that needed to be tamed. "Professor, are you thinking about putting me over your knee and spanking me? Do you have such naughty intentions toward me?"

His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, and he shook his head again, but this time, dismissing my teasing. "Why weren't you paying attention in class today? I hope you know this course is important for graduation, except you want to take it again?"

Of course, he'd notice that I wasn't paying attention. How could I though? When I knew I was going to step foot in the devil's lounge today? That was all I could think about, but I couldn't tell him that, so I had to divert. I clicked my tongue teasingly. "You pay too much attention to me, professor," I said, leaning my elbows flat on his desk.

My top wasn't very tight, which meant everything was on display, especially seeing as I didn't wear a bra. His eyes fell to my breasts and he gulped, knowing what I was doing, yet falling for it.

"What will the other students think?"

He didn't move his eyes. "Who cares what the others think?" His voice was quite husky, showing me just how turned on he was.

Laughing quietly, I stood up straight and rounded his desk. He pushed his chair back a little, so I could have the space to stand in front of him. "Don't you think it's quite scandalous spotting a hard-on for a student?"

He glanced down at his pants but made no effort to cover it up. He blinked out of his reverie though. "You have to take this class seriously, Jordan. You've seen your grade on the last test, right?"

I'd seen it. I got a D, and I didn't study. I wondered what I would've gotten if I did study. I couldn't tolerate a D though, because it didn't look like I'd be doing any better in the class in the future, so I did what I had to do; what he never expected me to do.

Slowly, I set myself on his lap, straddling him. I looked straight into his eyes as I palmed his bulge. He groaned immediately. "But you wouldn't let your favorite student fail, would you?" I squeezed him through his pants. "Don't I deserve an A?"

"Jordan." He said through gritted teeth, too turned on to focus entirely on scolding me.

"Yes, professor?" I answered coyly and he swore under his breath. It was like the title 'professor' hit harder in a different scene.

"I'm not changing your grade for any sexual favors."

He would give in. I knew he would, which was why I didn't give up. "Really?" I asked, grinding on him, my center placed directly on his crotch. "I don't see you telling me to stand up."

Professor Mark let out a harsh breath. "Jordan." He moaned as he thrust his hips upward, clutching a handful of my ass. I almost let out a moan at the contact, but I didn't want him to know that he kind of affected me too. Besides, this was about seducing him into giving me a better grade. Instead, I laughed, stopping all my movements and standing up.

"Yet you say you don't want to fuck me." I scoffed, arranging my skirt. Just to tease him even more, I raised my skirt, revealing my transparent red panties that showed everything, including my lady bits, and dragged my top down, pretending to tuck it in properly. When I let the skirt down, his eyes were stuck where my panties were. "I go to go. I have a class in five."

I was at the door when I heard him finally speak. "Meet me in my office after your last class and I'll think about it." I grinned to myself. I was so going to pass this course this year. "I'll be expecting you at five."

I gave him one last smile over my shoulder before I exited the class as well.

For a second, I'd forgotten about my visit to Alessandro, but it popped up in my head as soon as I stepped outside. I had to run if I wanted to make it in time to my next class, and I arrived with two minutes to spare.

I caught sight of my friends sitting in the middle of the class, as we usually did, and I approached them, sitting down on the seat they'd reserved for me. Catherine looked at me suspiciously, turning around in her seat. "What took you so long?"

I smiled mischievously. "Nothing much. But I'm meeting him after my last class." They weren't taking this class with me because they'd done it in freshman year. I'd dropped it when my parents died and I had a hard time concentrating on anything.

Blake tensed beside me. He didn't say anything about it though. At least, not until we were done with our class. He didn't walk to the parking lot with Spence and Cathy, no. He offered to walk me to my next class before leaving and even if I had a pretty good idea why, I didn't decline it.

"So…" he started casually, "why are you meeting with him?"

I bit my lip. I didn't want to have this conversation with him, but I knew I couldn't avoid it. "Just to talk about my grades and stuff," I answer vaguely.

"Jordan…"

"What is it, Blake?" I huffed, coming to a stop.

"What is it?" He asked incredulously. "I hope you're not meeting him to do what I'm thinking. Since when do lecturers call students to talk about their grades around five pm?"

"Blake—"

He didn't let me talk. "That man has had his eyes on you since the beginning of the semester. I can't let him take advantage of you."

"He's not taking advantage of me."

"Like hell, he's not. Who knows if he intentionally gave you a D just so you'd go and talk to him about your grades in his office?"

I pursed my lips in annoyance. One thing I hated was being judged and that was exactly was Blake was doing at that moment. That was also the exact reason why none of them knew about the drug thing. That was why they didn't know about Alessandro and me going to meet him. I should've probably told someone, but I didn't have any friend that wouldn't judge me for messing with the Mafia.

"What are you actually going to do there, Jordan? I know you don't plan to talk."

Anger flared up inside of me. Just what did he think of me? I'd never done anything like that in my life, but he was so fast to assume my intentions. I didn't care that it was true. The fact that he thought that of me said a lot. "You don't fucking know that!" I snapped.

"Don't I?" He replied in the same tone. "You think your life is the perfect mystery, but I know you, Jordan. A lot more than you think I do. And I know you're just scared about what people think about you."

"Yeah?" I laughed bitterly. "Do you also know that I plan to suck his dick and have him change my grade?"

Blake stepped back as though I'd thrown a punch at him, hurt marring his face.

"Do you also know that I don't have a dime of feelings for you so we would never work out?"

Blake took another step back, looking at me like I was a stranger. I couldn't care less at the moment though. The words just spilled from my mouth without thinking them through.

"Stop fucking trying."

With that, I turned around and made my way to my last class, leaving Blake behind.

I wasn't actually planning on doing anything with Professor Mark. I'd only said it to hurt Blake, but I was seriously considering it when I knocked on my professor's door. I wanted to tell Catherine about it and have her squeal in delight, only for Blake to hear it and get even more hurt.

I didn't wait for permission before I opened the door to his office, locking it as I entered. Professor Mark smirked at the sound of the lock. He gestured for me to take a seat, but instead of sitting on the free chair, I rounded the desk and sat on his lap. The pen on his hand clattered to the desk. "Hello to you too." He chuckled.

I went straight to the point. "You said we'd talk about my grade."

"I don't know…" he trailed off, placing a kiss on my neck. "Maybe, if you convince me, I can give you a C."

I turned around on his lap, properly straddling him and I felt his hard bulge. God, did just the sight of me turn this man on? Welcoming the distraction as I was still a bit mad from I and Blake's argument, I leaned forward, closing the distance between our faces, but not kissing him. I wanted to tease him, and I wanted to drag this out as much as possible. "A C?" I spoke in his ear, hearing him shudder. "Don't you think I deserve much more?" I grinded against him accordingly.

"You've been a bad girl, Jordan." He reminded me, burying his face in my neck and inhaling my scent. "Always zoning out in class and having bad grades."

"Let me show you that I can be a good girl." He looked up at me just in time for me to make an impulsive decision. I kissed him. He groaned hungrily into my mouth as his tongue immediately met mine. He played with it a little before sucking on it sensually. Couldn't say it was a bad kiss.

His hand went around to my ass and gripped both cheeks roughly, pushing me into him. I moaned into his mouth as he started moving my hips against his.

Eventually, I broke away for breath, but Professor Mark was having none of it. His mouth attacked my neck and he sucked violently, biting and licking.

"Your panties," he gasped, finally pulling away from me. "I want to see them again." He pushed me off his lap and I immediately sat on the desk. At this point, it wasn't about changing my grade anymore. I felt like having fun and so would I. I didn't waste any time taking the skirt off and watched as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Open your legs for me, gorgeous." He ordered and I did, baring myself to him since it was transparent. "You're so fucking beautiful. I can't wait to fuck you."

I smiled, jumping down from the desk, and taking my place on his lap again. "No fucking tonight," I informed him, making him think there would be another night where I would.

"And how about other things?"

"Other things like what?" I asked coyly and his response was pulling my top of me, eyes bulging as my breasts bounced right before him.

"Fuck, Jordan. You're gonna be the end of me." He swore before he took a hardened nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it expertly. He bit into it and I had to muffle my yell by biting into his neck. He grunted in appreciation. Of course.

His hand took my other breast in his hand, pinching and twirling it around his finger. He squeezed so harsh, I was sure there'd be a bruise tomorrow, but he was far gone to care. His excitement was poking me from below and I decided to do something about it. "Do you think I deserve an A now?"

He released my tit from his mouth and smirked up at me. "You only worked for a B."

I rolled my eyes and sunk to my knees. "How about now?"

His eyes went dark. "Show me what you've got."

He thought I was bluffing until I unzipped his jeans and brought out his throbbing dick, taking him in my mouth.