I suppose I took a little inspiration from the description of the story "Mr. Monroe", but as a teacher of high school students myself, the idea skeeves me out a little... don't get me wrong, the imagery is hot, but I prefer to know the students are above the age of consent, you know? Also, I want to see Nick doing naked stuff with Renard... the amazingness of the dual shirtless rage... yes.

As always, I don't own anything...

Monroe sat at his desk fiddling with his tie. It was Rosalee's turn to come up with their latest sexploit. All she had told him was to dress with a long tie and collared shirt and wear his glasses. She seemed to have a thing for his glasses. They were currently very heavy into role-playing, with the understanding that whatever scenario the choosing partner presented, the other would go along with it. They did have a safe-word (quinoa) for when it was just too uncomfortable to continue, but they haven't had to use it yet; still, it was nice to know it was there.

He heard the stairs creak behind him, and he looked over his shoulder. Rosalee stepped around the corner, and he felt like he was going to pass out. Rosalee was standing in a white button-down shirt (with a red bra underneath), one of his red ties, white knee socks, chunky black heels, and a little red plaid skirt he was pretty sure he could see her underwear in… if she was wearing underwear at all, he currently couldn't tell. Her hair was in pigtails, she carried a book and was sucking on a red lollipop. She liked to wear red just to get him hot and bothered.

"Guten tag, Herr Monroe." She began brightly, in purposely awful German. "Do you have time to tutor me for the final?"

"Well, let me see, Frau Calvert…" He grabbed his planner from the desk and started randomly flipping through as she stepped closer.

"Herr Monroe, they won't let me graduate if I don't pass my German final," she purred in his ear. He felt his blood boiling within him… however, one aspect of this was making him a little uncomfortable… instead of dispensing completely with the game, he asked a question and hoped she would pick up the hint.

"Then could you please explain to me why you chose German as one of your majors? Was it to get your parents to send you to Germany so you could visit Amsterdam whenever you wished?"

It took Rosalee a minute to register what he said, but she understood; the idea of having sex with a high school student made him uncomfortable, so he was asking to make her a college student. Fine, that wouldn't really change the scenario, and they wouldn't get very far if he was uncomfortable…

"Well, Doctor Brahms said if I majored in International Studies, I should also major in a language… going to Amsterdam was just… an added perk."

"I see. And you have had almost all of your German coursework with me, have you not?" She nodded, and started rubbing his shoulders. "And what do your grades usually look like?" He started loosening his tie. Damn, she was sexy. She pulled a chair up to the desk, and he got a quick flash as to what was under the skirt: a teeny-tiny red thong. She sat and twirled a pigtail around her finger.

"Umm… I think I usually get C minuses…"

"And I take it you perform about the same in your other courses?"

"Well, yeah. I'm very busy, you know. As president of Alpha Psi Omega, I have a lot of important things to worry about…" Monroe held in a laugh, but he couldn't help smiling. "Look, Herr Monroe, I just need to ace this final and then I'll be out of your hair." She scooted closer to him, and undid the top button of her shirt. "Unless there's something else I can do to get that A…"

"Frau Calvert, I find this very unangebracht…" She cut him off with a passionate kiss and climbed on his lap. She pulled away from him, panting.

"Unange…what?" She attacked him again with another kiss. He pushed her away, straightening his glasses.

"Inappropriate." She started undoing more buttons of her blouse. "You should have learned that word last… semester…" She opened her shirt to reveal the lacy red bra. Of all the pieces of lingerie she owned, this one probably turned him on the most. She took his hands and placed them on the fabric while grinding her pelvis into his erection. He was very obviously itching to be liberated from his khakis.

"But Herr Monroe," she whined softly, "haven't you noticed how much I've wanted you? Ever since my first class with you?" she put her hands on his hands, making him squeeze her breasts through the fabric. "Remember that assignment where we had to describe our ideal significant others? Didn't you realize I was writing about you? I thought I described you to a tee…" She grabbed his tie and pulled him close to her, still grinding her hips into his. "If you didn't feel the same, why does your cock want to come out and play with me?" she whispered before kissing him again.

"Fine, you want that A?" he asked when she released him from the kiss, but still kept a tight grip on his tie. She nodded. "Then you're going to have to work for it, my way, no complaints. The first thing you're going to do is get off me." She backed off him and sat back in her chair, looking dejected. "Now, Frau Calvert," he said, unzipping his pants, "I am going to test your Latin skills by asking you to perform fellatio on me. Do you know what fellatio is?" she shook her head, and he pulled out his cock. "It means you're going to put your pretty little lips around my cock and suck until I tell you to stop. Do you understand that?" She nodded, and got down on the floor. She took his sizable manhood into her hands and stroked him up and down before starting to lick. She loved when he gave her commands. When they weren't roleplaying, he was so sweet and gentle, but she loved the animal she could call out of him. Even if she would never admit it to anyone, she loved when he ordered her around like his own personal sex slave. Don't get her wrong, she's equal opportunity and she loved ordering him around, too, but when he ordered her to suck him off like this, it made her panties hit the floor at terminal velocity. She felt his hands in her hair. Another thing she would never admit to anybody except him was she loved when he pulled her hair; she purposely put her hair in pigtails to give him something to hold on to. He did exactly what she wanted, twisting the pigtails tightly in his hands while starting to thrust into her mouth. She hummed, and began stroking his balls. He tasted wonderful, as he always did, and she looked up to find him with his eyes scrunched closed and beads of sweat forming on his forehead. God, he was sexy…

Monroe slowed his pace, and then pulled Rosalee's lips off him.

"Not bad, Frau Calvert…"

"Is that all? Can I go now?" She asked knowing the answer. His cock was a diamond covered in velvet, he was not going to let her go without a little more exercise.

"How badly do you want that A? Here is your problem, my dear, you obviously were never taught that if you're going to start something, you need to follow through." Now he grabbed her tie, and pulled her onto his lap with his raging hard-on still sticking out of his fly. He spoke quietly and menacingly. "Surely you didn't get to be the president of Alpha Psi Omega," he couldn't help chuckling, "with your virginity intact. Otherwise why would you proposition a professor? Tell me, how many frat boys or football players would just let you go after a little blow job?" he pulled her closer, nearly ripping the shirt from her shoulders. "How many boy have you convinced they were your first, hmm? That they popped your sweet little cherry? Ten? Fifteen? Thirty?" Before she could answer, he deftly unhooked her bra with one hand, and her beautiful breasts were on full display.

"Well let me tell you something, young lady: You are not the first student I've had come to me begging for an A, and you won't be the last." He pulled her tie tighter. "I fucked all of them, I'm gonna fuck you, and I'll fuck anyone else who comes to me begging for an A they don't deserve." With that, he attacked her breasts, biting and licking the taut nipples while guiding her hands down to stroke him. He slipped his hand up her skirt, and probed her slit. She was incredibly wet. He slide a finger into her, and she responded by attempting to ride his finger. "See, I knew you were just another Alpha Psi Omega slut. Look how you want it so much you'll even fuck my finger for it." He pulled her off him, and in one swift movement had her facing his desk, her skirt up. "Now, we can't risk anyone knowing we're in here, so if you don't mind…" he loosened her tie and put it in her mouth, effectively making a gag. He placed one of her legs up on the desk, moved the ridiculous red thong to the side, probed her once more to make sure she was ready, and drove deep, burying himself in her. She cried out against the gag, and forced herself back onto him.

"Oh, you really do want it, huh?" he asked her darkly in her ear, leaning up against her and grabbing one of her pigtails and slowly pulling. She nodded, and he pulled the pigtail harder. "How many other professors are you going to screw to save your GPA?" He started slowly thrusting in and out, and used his free hand to slap her ass. "Or have you already? Have all of your professors gotten to bury their bones in you, you little bitch?" She shook her head and tried to talk, but the tie was still in her mouth. "Wouldn't Mommy and Daddy be proud, their daughter whoring herself out to graduate…" Rosalee couldn't help but moan; she loved when he talked dirty, especially when he was whispering right in her ear. She again slammed herself backward onto him. She wanted him to touch her. She needed stimulation… she grabbed the hand that wasn't entangled in her hair and guided it to her clit. "Oh really, Frau Calvert, is that what you want?" he asked before biting into her neck, but he did not pull his hand away, wiggling his fingers to stimulate her. His other hand left her hair and started squeezing her breast while he pounded her. "If we both come, I'll make sure you get an A." he whispered into her ear, causing her to buck harder against him. A few minutes later, she found herself releasing against his fingers… but he still hadn't come yet. He withdrew from her, spun her around, and grabbed her pigtails again. "Fellatio. Now." She took a minute to look at him while she went down. His glasses were askew, and he seemed to be sweating from all the clothing he was wearing… he panted as he fucked her mouth, and she tasted herself on him. After a few moments, he pulled himself from her, roughly stroked a few times, and exploded on her face. He stood there panting, stroking himself to make sure it was all out.

"So do I get an A?" She asked as he handed her a towel. He laughed, the charade over.

"Sure… but just so you know, Alpha Psi Omega is the National Theater Honor Society… just for future reference."