Mr. Small Wants an a (part 1)

I am a college professor, and I'm bored to . My husband doesn't fuck me nearly enough and all these young men keep coming up to me saying they will do ANYTHING to raise their final grade. Really? So, it's late on a Friday afternoon, finals are over and grades for the end of the semester have been given. I grade fairly, never on a curve and I don't give good grades to dumb boys who write terrible papers. Mr. Small is a weakling who isn't very bright; but has these big dreams of going to Stanford. No doubt, his fat loser step-stepfather and pig step-stepmother are living their failed dreams through him and have no clue their has the IQ of a doorstop. He comes to me after class, shaking and pale, begging for a meeting to discuss his grade. Cute as he is, I'm sure the guy would be a total sexual favor, but these tight itchy pantyhose are begging for some relief. So, I tell him to come in later. Much later when the rest of administration will be gone. Mr. Small sits down across from me, cle