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There was no way I was getting out of this one. I had stupidly worn a hot little miniskirt I had gotten secondhand online, and of course today my professor was being a perv, more than usual. The skirt was cute, but this miniskirt was, shall I say, a little TOO mini? Normally that wouldn’t have bothered me but Prof. Smithers was a total weirdo. Any time he saw a girl come in wearing a cute short skirt or pants that showed off her ass really well, magically they had to be the one to go up and answer a question on the board. And that day was my turn.

Perv Smithers wasn’t going to waste any time.

He put up possibly the longest equation I had ever had to solve up and handed me the marker. As I reached up, I could feel the hem of my skirt start to expose my little asscheeks as it rode up. What the fuck was I supposed to do about this? His eyes were laser focused on me, I could feel them like a sixth sense. Grazing over my body, resting their focus on the little bit of ass poking out from the skirt. He really was a perv.

Obviously I couldn’t tell this perv off,

I wanted to get a good grade in this class. And if I called him out there was no way for me to guarantee not screwing myself over. So I just sat there and took it while I finished solving the equation. My cheeks were flushing up red as ever, I could feel the burning in my face. Perv Smithers must have a really awful wife because he always focuses in on teen ass a little too much. But I thought I could make this work to my advantage, so next time I wore a nice lowcut shirt to solidify my grade.