Yes, Professor — Jaz Johnson

WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual content, and is intended for readers eighteen years and older.



See that straight A student, dreamily gazing into Professor Vladimir's eyes?



Yeah. NOT ME.



I'm the one under his desk with my head between his legs trying to scarf down another inch of his yard stick.

Not the way I thought I'd be spending the last day of the semester. But I decided to get drunk the night before the term paper was due. And now the only way to get my degree is to spend the day doing some extra credit.



Why didn't I study Art History like my sister?



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