Page 16 of Off-Ice Misconduct
Somehow, an excited thrill and the urge to punch him in the teeth flare at the same time. Everything about what the professor makes me feel is a conundrum.
“What do I have to do to go?”
He pulls a paper from his satchel of wonders. It’s my pop quiz. Sixty-five percent. Nice, a solid “C”.
“Your next quiz better have an A.”
“But—”
“One hundred percent.”
“One hundred percent? That’s not fucking fair.”
He laughs. “Never promised to be fair.”
“You don’t expect much, do you? I have to keep the whole team in lineandget one hundred fucking percent?”
“I don’t know what you’re worried about. You’re doing a good fucking job so far. The quizzes are easy. Do the reading, and you’ll be fine.”
He calls me for my language—sometimes—but he uses the word fuck liberally. Should professors be swearing? I don’t know, but I’m not gonna dig myself deeper by mentioning it. Besides, I’m sure he’ll just quip off about how he didn’t promise me fair.
Plus, he said, “Good fucking job.” My insides preen. Maybe I am a puppy. If I get that grade, will he tell me I’ve done a good job, again? Maybe rub my belly, too, and by belly, I mean cock.
“Why do you have it out for me? I was late one fucking day—!” I feel like there’s something else going on. Did Coach put him up to this? He wouldn’t do something like that, would he?
“And I’ve now been sexually harassed,” he says in a way that leads me to believe he doesn’t feel sexually harassed. Plus, he’s smiling.
“You shouldn’t throw that accusation around. It’s serious.”
“It is serious, Mr. McKinnon. Be grateful that I’m not offended, but if you’d done this to someone else, it could have had serious consequences. You think I’m picking on you, but I’m saving you from yourself.”
“Then we agree you’re fine about it.”
“On a personal level. On a professional one, it’s my duty to report something like this.”
Okay, real fear ignites. He’s totally the type to stand on principles.
“Okay, fine. I’ll get the A, and you’ll let this go.”
“I don’t think so. It’s not just an A, McKinnon, it’s about doing what you’re told. Specifically, what I tell you to do. Every party, every event you want to attend will be by my say-so. You’ll ask me for permission.”
Am I outraged? Yes. Is my cock throbbing? Also, yes.Ugh.The fire raging through my body’s confusing. I hate his declaration of authority as much as I love it.
“You might not even be a professor of mine next semester.”
“But I’ll always have those pictures you drew for me.”
Fine. I fucked up big time. And now I can’t risk trying to seduce him. The irony is that, despite his claim he’s got a moral duty to report me, his using the drawings to coerce me into behaving speaks to his shady morals.
It’s contradictory, though, because his demands are ultimately to my benefit. Not to my social life, but there’s no denying his demands will make me a better student and player.
Yeah, this reeks of Coach VanCourt, but it’s not like I’m gonna confront Coach about it—that’s crazy talk—I’m just gonna have to deal with the professor myself.
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He gets the damn A. The smug fucker beams from his seat way up in the back of the classroom. But I’ve learned something about him, all he has to do is apply himself. All he needs is the right motivation.
