Tempted By My Mafia Professor

The club lights pulsed overhead. Mr. Daniel couldn’t see exactly how I worked his cock, and from the way his body jerked, he didn’t care.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned into my ear.

I kept moving, slow at first, then faster. His old hands clamped onto my hips.

“Fuck, Rose. Keep going.”

My palm pressed against the soft roll of his pot belly as I rode him harder, tightening around him. A low, animal sound escaped his wrinkled throat.

“Shit, that feels so fucking good.”

We slammed together, the rhythm slower now. A small moan slipped out of me despite everything.

“Oh god.” He gripped the edge of the chair,

This was supposed to be the party of the year...every hot guy in the city packed in, drinking themselves stupid. Instead, I ended up here, screwing my married professor in a dim club room for the extra credit I needed to graduate with a degree I didn’t even want.

His grip tightened. “Be a good girl, Rose. Let me cum inside you.”

His breath burned against my neck, sour with vodka and fish. I pushed down one last time.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

It ended quickly. I felt his semen inside me and I felt nothing but disgust.

I climbed off him, pulled my clothes back on, and started toward the exit.

“Wait, sweetheart.” His voice chased me, slurred and close. “Let me buy you a drink.”

The stench of him...rotten fish and liquor...hit me again. I shivered, sighed, and turned.

“Sure,” I muttered. “Why not.”

But before he could stand properly, I grabbed my jacket from the nearby stool and walked to the bar alone, leaving him fumbling in the shadows.

Once there, I ordered a strong drink...my fifth of the night...and tried to steady my shaking hands. The alcohol burned going down, but it couldn’t wash away the self-loathing.

This had all started earlier that evening. I’d been desperate. Missing that final statistics test had tanked my grade, and Mr. Daniel ...creepy, married, with kids, and that perpetual smug grin...had cornered me at this very bar after class. He’d suggested we “talk” about my options over drinks.

"I'm sorry, Rose, but the grades are already finalized. You’ll just have to accept that," Mr. David said breaking my thoughts his lips curling into that same smug smile I despise.

I sat across from him, hands clenched around my glass, trying not to let the frustration show. I was begging my professor again to reconsider my missed test again, and he was acting like it amused him.

That fucking psycho, I already had sex with him and apparently he wanted more, that disgusting bastard....

God, I hated this school. I hated my college. Maybe it was because I’d never wanted to study Business Administration in the first place. But what choice did I have? I needed a degree, a job...something to keep me from starving.

No family. No safety net. Just me.

An abandoned baby who grew up in an orphanage,