Red Light Special

Entering Mr. Barton's office, I knew exactly why he had summoned me. I had fallen behind with my studies.As my heels clicked across the floor, I felt his bright green eyes following me. Reaching his large desk, he smiled and nodded toward the empty red leather cushioned chair. Sitting down, I felt my knee-length skirt rise up my thighs, presenting my teacher with more than I had intended.This close-up view afforded me another opportunity to appraise the married, thirty-something, tall handsome man, with dark salt and pepper hair.For the past two terms I had sat in his class, ignoring the fanciful rumours that inevitably associate themselves with popular teachers, and their female students."Well, Catherine, here we are again," he said, his tone suggesting that this meeting came as no surprise to him.I proffered a weak smile.Sir continued, "You are capable of passing this course, your earlier promise and application proved that. But your last three pieces of work were below the expected standard."Last time we met you promised to turn things around, and explained that several external problems were interfering with your ability to deliver."As my tutor spoke, his eyes flicked across my thighs and briefly alighted on my ample breasts, their shape accentuated by my tight blouse."What am I to do with you, Catherine? At the moment you are going to fail spectacularly and miss out on a much-needed bursary."As he finished speaking his eyes took a more deliberate peek at my body. I shifted uncomfortably. My eyes met his as they levelled again with mine, and there was a telling recognition on his face that I had noted his voyeuristic lapse.I began to explain, "Sir."At which point he immediately interrupted, "Call me Stu, after all, it isn't as if we are strangers."I nodded my assent. "Sir, I mean Stu, istanbul travesti things are very difficult back home. My parents are divorcing and I now don?t get much money. I have taken bar work in the evenings to make ends meet, and subsequently, my studies have suffered."His eyes again fell to my thighs, but he quickly recovered and said, "I do sympathise with you, Catherine."Which was my turn to interrupt, "Call me Cat, Stu; everyone does.""Yes Cat, I like that, I have always had a liking for pussies," he grinned pleased with his cheeky inference. I returned a knowing smile, at which his eyes widened appreciatively.Stu made a steeple with his hands as he pondered his next words. My hands fidgeted nervously in my lap. I stared pleadingly, biting my lower lip. I desperately needed that bursary.Again, his eyes flitted over my body but this time he didn?t attempt to disguise his interest.Taking a breath he said, "Cat, you are a beautiful young woman, and without a doubt talented academically." He smiled as if enjoying my vulnerability. "I wonder Cat, do you have other talents that might rescue you from this unfortunate predicament?"I smiled quizzically at Stu's suggestion, but, before I could respond, he continued, "How badly do you want this Cat? I really want to help you, but my hands are tied academically speaking. Unless we can come to some arrangement. You know what I mean; I help you, and you do something for me."Although a little shocked by the suggestion, I couldn't stop myself blurting out, "I will do anything!"At that moment I noticed Stu smile, and his eyebrows rise briefly.Twirling a pencil between his fingers his emerald eyes observed me. I could tell that he was carefully considering his next statement, as if everything hinged on it. But I knew he had me travesti istanbul where he wanted me."I am prepared to help you, Cat, but it must be our secret. The grade you wish to achieve, and the subsequent bursary size, will very much come down to your willingness and obedience."l nodded dumbly, feeling as if I had unwittingly stumbled into a game. I realised that the rumours about 'that cute Mr. Barton' being a player, must be true after all.I felt my cheeks blush, and I crossed my legs, which Stu duly observed.His voice woke me from my thoughts, "A favour for a favour Cat, that is all this will be. As I alluded to earlier, you really are an attractive young woman. Your obvious charms would certainly help you pass this course."As Sir's words struck home, my mind was busily imagining what lay ahead.Grinning, Sir brusquely said, "Meet me after school, Cat. I will be in my photo lab where I run extracurricular activities. No one will be there but us. You can begin working on a special assignment I have, for gifted students such as you."Standing to leave, I tugged the hem of my skirt lower and looked him in the eyes, nervously asking, "What is it you want me to do for you?"Stu came around the desk, placed an arm around my waist, and walked me toward the door, replying, "A couple of photographs for my private collection, and afterward, see what develops." He laughed as he said this, in this age of digital photography his in-joke was lost on me. He gently patted my tightly packed bottom whispering, "Not a word to anyone."Later that day I entered the photography classroom, my heart pounding nervously in my chest. Photographs adorned the walls, everything from portraits, to bowls of fruit, and even wildlife.Stu startled me; I hadn't noticed him standing at the door to the lab. istanbul travestileri "Come through," he said, beckoning with his hand. I followed him into a room containing all kinds of photographic aids.He surveyed the classroom checking no one else was around, and closed the door. My heart beat a little faster now that we were alone.Stu looked at me smiling. "No one will disturb us, Cat, once we move into there."I followed his gaze toward another door. "Why, what's in there?" I asked nervously."It's my darkroom, where photos and negative film is developed. I still teach students the old ways."I noticed a sign on the door which read, 'When Red Light Is On Keep Out!' Above the darkroom door was a red lightbulb, currently unlit."I take it that you are happy to continue with our arrangement, Cat?"I returned an uncertain smile, replying, "I don't know yet. But I'm here and really need to pass this course.""Well Cat, depending on how far you want to go, will boost your end of year mark."I looked questioningly at him."You need at least a C to qualify for a bursary. For that you could pose for a few photos and help me get off. A blow job would reward you with a B. A straight-A speaks for itself, does it not?"Hearing Sir laying it on the line sent me a little dizzy. The realisation of the deal I was being offered hit home.Stu smiled coolly as he watched my reaction. "I assume with your figure you are sexually active, Cat?""B b boyfriends, yes," I stammered, unprepared for the question."Quite the little slut, are you?""No Sir!" I replied resolutely."I think I will be the judge of that, now be a good slut and take off your clothes.""Slut?" I questioned shocked. Things were accelerating quickly, and I stood unmoving.Stu picked up a digital camera from a shelf and said, "Come on slut, the sooner we get done the quicker your marks improve."I began to undress awkwardly; I pulled the tight top over my head, as my bra clad C cups jutted into view. I threw a glance at Sir whose eyes had widened appreciatively, taking in every detail of my black semi-transparent bra.