Page 14 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
Tony gives her an equally tight smile. “I’m doing just fine, Dr. Davis. How are you?”
“Not bad. Ready for the weekend,” she says, pointing at the stack of exams in her arm.
“I’ve got mine, too,” Tony says, nodding at his briefcase but doesn’t move it for obvious reasons.
Dr. Davis goes into the elevator and presses the button to keep the door open while speaking to Tony. “By the way, you should definitely check out the newest issue of Scientific American.”
“Let me guess,” Tony says. “There’s an article on why war isn’t human nature.”
Dr. Davis’s smile fades. “Well. It’s written by your old colleague at Rice, and he mentions your name.”
Tony shrugs. “Thanks for letting me know.” And then he turns to go, ignoring the woman.
I don’t know what to make of their conversation. They both sound very polite, but I can detect the tension underneath. It isn’t hard for me to tell Tony dislikes Dr. Davis, but the way the woman looks at Tony is a mixture of contempt and interest.
Dr. Davis doesn’t seem to notice my presence until the elevator door starts to close. She glances at me and then does a double-take. Although I know who she is, she doesn’t know me. So I know there must be something else that catches her attention. Her eyes linger on my shirt, and she frowns, obviously noticing the missing buttons.
Shit. I hope she can’t tell I’m not wearing a bra. I turn away immediately. I’m suddenly aware of the inappropriateness of my presence here. Whatever we’re going to do is bad for Tony’s reputation, and I might get myself in trouble, too. What if Dr. Davis knows who I am and tells my dad about what she sees?
“I think I should go,” I mumble as Tony stops in front of his office and reaches for his keys.
“Why?”
“Dr. Davis might suspect us….”
“I don’t give a shit to what she thinks,” he says as he opens the door. And then he looks at me. “But you’re free to change your mind.”
I pause for just a second. I’ve come that far, and I’ll regret it if I don’t carry it to the end. So I raise my chin and say, “I’m not changing my mind.” And then I step into his office.
As soon as Tony closes his office door behind us, he throws his briefcase onto the floor. Amazingly, his pant tent hasn’t shrunk a bit despite Dr. Davis’s interruption.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” he says, grabbing my face. “I jerked off in class because of you, and I let you suck my dick the elevator. I’m out of my fucking mind because of you!”
He sounds so angry I shudder, anticipating what he’ll do next.
“Are you going to spank me again?” I mean to provoke him, but my voice quivers and I sound pathetic.
“No,” he says. “It didn’t do anything to discipline you.”
“So what…”
I haven’t finished my sentence when he commands. “I want you to strip for me, Anna. Clearly you enjoyed doing it.”
I gasp with excitement. “You must be kidding.”
“I’m not.” His voice suddenly turns deep. “Do it.”
I shiver at his demanding manner and I unbutton my shirt. My hand trembles, not because of fear but because of excitement.
He inhales sharply when my shirt is open as if he hasn’t seen it twice already within the last hour. His breathing turns heavy, and he looks as if he wants to devour me, but he remains where he is. “Sassy girl, you are so fucking beautiful. Now touch yourself for me, just like you did earlier in class.”
I whine. I was naughty earlier on a whim, but now that he orders me to do it, I suddenly become embarrassed. “Do I have to?”
Instead of answering my question, he rubs his chin with his thumb and forefinger while his intense hazel eyes travel over my body hungrily.
I slowly move my hand up to cup my breast. My whole body is burning with excitement. I’ve never for the life of me imagined being a stripper, not to mention stripping in my professor’s office.
Tony’s large pole jolts in his pants, expanding the tent. His reaction flatters me so much that I become bolder. I’ve unintentionally watched bits of strip shows, and I find myself imitating what I’ve seen. I roll my hips as I fondle my girly mounds, plucking my swollen nipples and licking my lips.
