"After Hours"
Cassie Suarez took a deep breath as she stared at her laptop screen, about to click the link to check her mark on the recent sociology test.
Just do it,
she encouraged herself, and she clicked it before it was too late to back out.
She widened her eyes seeing the result, nearly passing out as she groaned in frustration.
Damn it! And I thought I did really well, too...
She scratched her neck.
Shit, this is the third test I did badly on. Maybe I should ask the prof if I can do some extra credit to boost my mark, or something...
"If any of you have questions about the test, feel free to see me after class," her sociology professor, Gregory Richardson, said to the class. The rest of the students began to pack up or walk up to him to ask their questions.
Cassie sighed and closed her laptop, packing it in her bag.
I really need to get my grades up for this class, or my parents are gonna flip out if I get kicked out of a class they paid for.
Cassie's parents were filipino immigrants, and had the
'typical Asian parents mindset'
of wanting their child to succeed in school. They wanted Cassie to become a nurse--but Cassie wasn't interested, she took much more of an interest in social sciences and humanities. They agreed to pay for her studies--
as long as she didn't fail any of her classes.
She sighed when she finally finished packing all her things and everyone except Gregory left the classroom. She made her way around the desks before slowly walking up to Gregory, who was beginning to pack his things, too.
Gregory was a very handsome man, Cassie could sometimes overhear other girls in class talk about how dreamy they thought he was. He was probably in his late forties or early fifties, but he was incredibly attractive for his age. His dark hair was beginning to gray, but he was definitely a silver fox. He was very knowledgeable on what he taught, but was very strict--which was why he was one of the top professors in the school, or maybe one of the top professors in all of Toronto.
Cassie awkwardly waited for Gregory to notice that she wanted to talk to him. When he did, he gave her a little smile. "Hey, Cassie. What's up?"
Cassie was surprised that he remembered her name, the class had maybe around fifty students or more.
Maybe it's because I sit in the front row,
she thought. "Um, hi, sir..." She awkwardly said. "I... Wanted to discuss my grade?"
"Yes?" He said, beginning to collect the papers scattered on the podium. "Um... I did pretty badly on the last test, and I'm really worried about my overall grade in this class, so..." She scratched the back of her neck. "I was wondering if there's any kind of extra credit that I can do to boost my marks?"
Gregory sighed before packing up all his things in his bag, no longer looking at the girl. "Unfortunately, all I can tell you is that you only have two more assignments and the final exam to raise your mark. Other than that... I'm sorry to say that there really aren't any other opportunities to improve your grade."
"Please, sir..." Cassie begged desperately. "I can't fail this class. I'll do
anything
to get a good grade in this class. Anything at all."
Gregory raised a brow curiously as he looked at her again. "Is that so? Well... What are you suggesting, then?"
Cassie looked away and sighed.
I can't believe it's come to this, but... Desperate times call for desperate measures.
She walked closer to him, placing her hand over his as she looked up at him with the cutest look she could put on, pouting her lips. "You know, sir... I bet you've been so stressed teaching all the classes you have. Maybe there's something I can do for you, so you can do something for me?" She asked in a quiet yet flirty voice, trying to be as seductive as possible.
"I see..." Gregory seemed to smirk at Cassie's little offer. "Say, Cassie... You're old enough to drink, aren't you?" He asked her.
Cassie nodded. "Yes. I'm nineteen," she said. Thankfully, the minimum drinking age in Ontario was nineteen.
"Very good," Gregory said as he pulled his hand away before writing something down on a leftover piece of paper. He handed it to Cassie. "Saturday night, this address, head out to the back. There, we can..." He tilted Cassie's head up from under her chin with his finger as he smiled. "
...Discuss
your grades, hmm?"
Cassie smiled back. "Yes, thank you, sir. I'll be sure to be there," she said as she stuffed the paper into her bag.
"Yes, good." He said as he went back to his business. "I'll see you then."
"Okay. Thanks again, sir," she said as she began to walk on her way to the door to exit the classroom.
"Oh, and by the way, Cassie..."
She stopped and turned to look at Gregory again, raising her brows. "Yes?"
"Make sure you bring some swimwear," he said as he gazed at her body before looking back into her eyes again.
"Uh... Okay," she said with a bit of confusion on her face before leaving.
After Cassie left the classroom, Gregory softly chuckled as he spun a pen with his fingers.
Young women nowadays are so eager to use their bodies to get their way,
he thought to himself.
