At first Icy just wanted an A in the class. It was a trivial thing really, but she'd never gotten anything less and wouldn't settle for such.
Valtor wasn't much older than she, so it there wouldn't be a problem there–as far as she was concerned. She'd let her body do the talking before; it'd gotten her free drinks at the bar, free passage into parties, and out of various kinds of tickets…mostly parking. Why wouldn't it work to earn her, her A?
She'd often wear her low cut shirts and lean over his desk as she asked him if he was sure she didn't earn a grade higher. She'd sit atop his desk and buy him flashy things…
The man didn't just change her grade. He'd give her gifts of his own between classes.
He'd also give her 'detention' pretty much daily…or that is what he had come to call it. Really it was an excuse to see her after hours. Not that she really minded.
In fact, on most days, she was more than happy to bully an extra classmate or two to earn some more time.
There wouldn't be an issue at all of the man wasn't her teacher…student teacher that is. She was 17, he 20. Just 3 years. But it was still 'highly inappropriate' and 'not professional'.
Icy was probably gonna get the man fired, if they kept this…whatever it was…up. That would be a helluva relationship breaker.
But until then he'd push her up against his desk, run his fingers through her hair, and kiss her as deeply and roughly as one possibly could. Until then she'd return the affection equally as wild…fingers clawing up and down his back, breathing rugged and deep…
While they still had time.