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"How can I help you?" He asks as he places his notes on the desks, not looking at me once. He acts as if we don't even know each other. I actually feel hurt.
And I have even dolled myself up as good as I can, trying to look my absolute best for him. I am wearing a white blouse, leaving it partially unbuttoned so he can get a little peek of my perky cleavage when I lean over. And a dark skirt, short, but not as risky as the ones I have worn before. It doesn't need to be super short to catch his attention, I know that. It is more about proving to him that I can be classy if need be - but a skirt, no matter its length, always leaves the option of inviting him in, not matter the place or situation.
"I would like to sit in your class, sir," I say, emphasizing the 'sir' at the end to catch his attention. It works. He finally looks at, frowning, but at least he is looking at me.
"I know it's too late to get any credit," I add, smiling at him. "But I'd really like to get an idea of what you are teaching here. It might help me to decide whether I should be changing majors."
"Since when do you have any interest in Economics, you little brat?" He whispers, so softly that only I can hear it.
I wink at him. "Haven't you always told me that it would be the smartest choice to make?"
I leave a little pause before I lean closer to him an softly, very softly add: "Daddy."
He flinches and looks at me as if he is about to explode. With anger, not lust. Sadly. But that will change. It is only a matter of time.
"Alright, Brittany," he hisses. "Join my class, do whatever you want. But be quiet - and don't you dare calling me daddy in here one more time."
I nod. "Yes, sir."
"That is not necessary either," he remarks as I turn around and make my way to one of the empty seats in the front row. It is a smaller lecture hall than I expected. There is only room for about fifty students and only two thirds of the seats are taken. As usual, the front rows show to be among the least popular.
I spot a free seat next to a cute looking guy. Upon seeing his handsome but boyish face, my mind comes up with a new idea on how to catch my stepdad's attention.
"Is this seat free?" I cheerily ask, fluttering my eyelashes.
The guy, who has been busy studying his notes, looks up at me in surprise.
"Sure." He nods.
I take my seat, scooting over a bit closer than necessary. He notices my unusual proximity, but doesn't say anything about it.
"I'm Brittany," I say, softly tapping his arm. "And you are...?"
"Jake," he says, smiling at me. He appears a bit confused, but not displeased. Good.
"I am new to this class," I add. "Do you think you could help me a bit? To catch up, I mean."
"Yeah, sure," he says, sliding his notes a bit closer to me so I can have a look at them. "I don't know if this is of much help, but this is what we have done last week. And the week before. It's all pretty introductory, nothing too complicated, you know."
I lean over, pretending to study whatever he has written on his papers while making sure that he gets a little glimpse down my cleavage. And sure enough, I catch him peeking.
"Ah, interesting," I whisper, leaning even closer to run along his notes with the tip of my finger. "You have a really nice handwriting," I compliment him, looking up at him, a hint of adoration showing on my face.
He chuckles and runs one of his hands through his blonde hair in embarrassment. "Yeah right, whatever."
What a silly boy. So predictable. I couldn't be less interested.
What does interest me however, is whether Mike is looking at us. I cast a quick look over to him at the front of the class. And I catch him. He moves his eyes away as soon as they meet mine, but I know he has been looking. I know he has seen me lean over to this boy and offering him a look at something that my stepdad has declared his just a few weeks ago.
And I know he can see my legs beneath my table. As soon as he looks back at us - which I am sure he will do - he will see me opening my thighs. Just like I did in his office. But today, while I did opt for a longer skirt, I did not bother to put any panties on.
I slowly move my knees away from each other, only a little bit at first, while I continue to flirt with that Jake-boy next to me. Class is about to start. And I want my stepdad to be unable to get up from his desk and teach while standing, exposing the effect that seeing his little girl's naked sex has on him.
* * *
"Oh, this looks quite complicated to me," I whisper to Jake. "You must be quite smart to call this stuff easy."
Again, he is flattered by my words, but shakes his head. "Nah, it's really not that bad. If you want, I can help you with it."
