Words of Erotica

Professor J

She held her breath, hiding behind the wall. Her ears were pinched open by an invisible force. She didn't expect anyone to enter the room so late at night, and she couldn't, at any cost, be caught here. 

Her chest rose and fell very slowly, as she tried to extend her line of sight to a crazy extent to see who entered the room.

The shadow of a man, he opened the door, texted something on his phone and flicked the little lamp next to his desk light on. It was still dark, and from this angle, she couldn't see his face.

She carefully released that breath, as soft as humanly possible. She craned her neck further without giving herself away to see his face.

Her eyes widened. Professor J.

He sat on the chair, threw his phone on the table and started flipping through some papers on his desk. With just the desk lamp, she could make out that he was in his pajamas.

He landed on a paper and sighed, seeming pretty frustrated. This was a terrible mood to catch him in, so she had to find ways to escape. 

She took a tiny step to the right to observe him even better, and that's when she accidentally pushed a book in a bookshelf, making it fall over.

She froze.

"Who's there?" He asked. Loud, bold, ready to kill, almost.

"Who is there?" He repeated in a few seconds, and she saw him wrapping a long band around his fists. Was that... a belt?

Her stomach sunk in, as if that'd somehow make her invisible. He got up and went to turn on the big lights.

The professor had on loose pajamas, and the same white shirt with the first three buttons undone. She could see his chest from here, and it was a horrible time to notice that he was even hotter in this relaxed setting.

"I'm going to look for you. If I find you, I will kill you. If you surrender, you'll have a way out of this with just the police involved," he spoke out to the room again.

She didn't know how serious he was. He sounded it. He sounds the same in the lectures, and she had managed to sleep through them without feeling threatened.

This definitely meant she had to come forth. She stared at the ground in front of her, and took tiny inch steps out until she was in plain view. 

She didn't look at his face. She looked down. Beautiful wooden floor, and a comfortable plush rug under his table.

"Student," he said, like how a God would address a 'mortal.'

She looked up at him slowly, and her mind raced with schemes already. Most of the schemes involved sleeping with him. Some of them didn't even get her out of trouble, they only got her fucked.

"Professor," she said. She put on her sweetest voice. The most innocent, precious, darling face that went with her voice.

"Did you find... the water bottle you were looking for? I know you left it behind in class." He asked, sitting on his desk. He didn't look angry for some reason, he looked amused.

Maybe when he realized that he wasn't going to get robbed or murdered, he thought he'd enjoy this for as long as it lasted.

She saw the bottle on the table, and hurriedly went to pick it up. He gently tapped the bottle so it fell on the floor. She looked at him.

He shrugged.

"Yes, that's my bottle. I was just here looking for it," she muttered, and bent down to pick it up. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain on her ass, making her jump up, holding her cheeks.