Tutoring The Player Novels & Stories

“The tutorial program is the only way to uplift your grades, so that your athletic career doesn’t get affected. I’m sure you understand what I’m saying Mr Carrington.” My thick silence followed. He continued, “I will have you signed up, and assigned with a tutor.” Fuck, fuck, fuck and even more bloody fuck. I cracked my knuckles as I strolled out of his office. What a perfect way to bullshit my life even further. Fuck… Grey will fucking have me if anything should slightly affect my hockey game. Running my fingers through my hair while walking out from the building, someone threw a hand over my shoulder, and I stopped immediately, edging a glare at the person.

"my teachers said i'm improving a lot in school. I'm just wondering if we could have a break this week from the tutoring? besides, on friday I have a big game. some football celebrities are going to watch us play. That means I have to practice a lot you know?" "okay but after that we're going back to our scheduled meeting right?" He nodded and kiss her again and again.

I want to have it memorized but Julie, the tutor, said that there's no shame in using my notes. I had been studying for several days now, spending so long going through workbooks that I had pushed off my physical training. Initially, on day one, I had gone to warm up with Xavier. The sight of him in a tank top and shorts was distracting to say the least. He explained that his usual warm up would differ from the one he was going to be showing me. I was sweating and aching by the end of it, and I have a feeling he went easy on me. Then the tutor showed up with books so big that I asked Xavier to focus on one thing at a time. He, of course, was more than understanding.

Paulina noticed that he had a monochromatic tattoo of a canine paw on his right arm, inside the image were the features of a canine face, and underneath were two red ideograms. Paulina sat on one of the round sofas placed near the rooms, paying attention to the way Thiago taught the young students. He had a special way of dealing with each one, adapting to their difficulties and characteristics. Even the most withdrawn were encouraged by Padilha's enthusiasm and charisma, as had happened with her after she met him.

he picked up a paper and began looking through it He looked to the door at Ace who was on his phone "Mr. Reed, what would you say to lending miss Baker your notes," he said reaching for a sheet of paper on his desk "most of our tutors are juggling more workload than they can handle but as soon as one spot frees up I'll be more than happy to get you a tutor," he says staring up at Ace from the paper I didn't want a tutor, that would just be an unnecessary inconvenience "I'd prefer Ace's notes and if I have any questions I can just ask him sir" the teacher looked at me through his glasses perched on his nose

I grab his hand. The walls won’t stay put, but he does. And with him, I can, too. I’m in the eye of the storm, just for a moment. With his other hand, he sets out pieces in the starting formation I taught him—my favorite, the Tinker’s Star. Most new players start with the Honest Man, but Finn can earn his wins if he wants them. “East-seven takes east-eight,” I declare. “Don’t I go first?” he replies.

Then she started sharing the boys in teams and unfortunately for me, Xavier was in my team. I was supposed to train those under me, individually and collectively. As the coach, it was my duty to train the top players and sadly he was a top player. I stared at him in disgust and he winked at me. ‘Ew…’ I spat. “Our next student on the list is a transfer student to the academy.” She started off.. I didn't even know we had a transfer student, I'm still lost in thoughts when she announced his name. “Danzo Raven and he'll be under coach Tulip for the entire tournament.” My jaw dropped instantly. What the hell!!!!

She snickered, she knows that Carson is in love with her, Carson is one of my friends, I knew him thanks to our dads, I couldn't let her play with him. "I'm sorry but I'm just teaching him, there is nothing wrong with that, his old french tutor got fired for some personal reason, I'm just replacing her." Sophia stepped in, she has a point but I'm still happy that she's actually my french tutor, I didn't forget the bet, to be honest, I will still fuck her and be the last one. That's a promise. "I don't know what you talking about, but the old woman is still his french tuto—oh right, you fucked her!"

VIENNE'S POV Go! Go! Go!” The basketball coach yelled at his players. It wasn't harsh, it felt more like a thorough encouragement; right where I sat, I could feel my excitement almost getting off board. Watching a player almost make it to the net but get blocked or watching the ball fall out of the net was nibbling at my adrenaline as my feet were tapping the floor restlessly. Here I was again. Waiting on Damon to get done with his practice before leaving for tutoring.

Now, I need to create a trigger that allows me to temporarily change all that. "When I place my hand on your arm and say 'Miss Edwards I need your help', you will become immediately aroused, shed all inhibitions and become my private sexual tutor. You will teach me exactly what to do to satisfy your unique sexual passions. When I say, 'Miss Edwards, thanks for your help.' You will forget everything that happened and believe that you spent the time helping with my writing assignments. Each time you become my sexual tutor, you will remember what we've done before and what you've taught me. Do you understand?" "Yes." She answers, flatly.