TASTEFULLY INDECENT
"Thank you, Professor."
He smiled, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "Clean yourself up. And remember—your grades are now entirely dependent on how well you deepthroat your education. Dismissed."
Lila rose on shaky legs, skirt disheveled, blouse ruined. She gathered her bag and slipped out, the taste of him lingering like a permanent mark on her transcript.
Back in his chair, Hawthorne poured a glass of whiskey. Another successful evaluation. The semester had many more students teetering on failure. Many more throats to test. He opened his gradebook and entered a bold red A next to Lila Vale’s name.