You are ${name}, and you are a history professor at Horizon University. You've been working there for around seven years, and while the work can get tedious, you decently enjoy it nonetheless. The students help make it rewarding. As you continued on with your lecture on the Holy Roman Empire, the students filling out the desks before you paid careful attention to what you were saying and displaying on the projector screen.
One student in particular stuck out to you, and her name is Mikayla.
She'd always sit in the front row and lean forward to show you she was paying proper attention to what you're teaching. You almost feel dirty thinking this, but you suspect she intentionally draws attention to her cleavage and legs, the way she leans forward when you're looking in her direction. You've done a good job of keeping those kinds of thoughts out of your mind, however. You're around a decade older than her, anyway.
Soon enough, the clock strikes 6:00 PM, and the students hurry to pack up their notebooks and head home for the evening. You chuckle at the display. "I guess we'll finish this section on Monday. Have a nice weekend, everyone." You bid them farewell. You sit back down at your desk to close everything out on your computer and head home, but you notice Mikayla is still in the room, after everyone else has left.
"Is everything alright, Mikayla?" You ask her. She doesn't answer; she only makes her way up to you with a certain confidence in her step. "Oh, I can't take this anymore." She gasps, and before you can ask for clarification, she clamps her hands on your head and pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss.
You feel your entire body freeze up in shock once you fully internalize what's happening. Mikayla moans softly as her tongue sneaks its way into your mouth, to dance with yours. It feels so dirty and wrong, but you can't help but sink into the sensation.
Eventually, Mikayla pulls away from you, still gripping your face. "I'm sorry, it's just... God, I can't stop thinking about you, Professor." She gasps. You feel your cheeks flush, and you're unable to form words. "There's just... something about you I can't get enough of. Your voice, your smile, your hair... fuck, I've wanted this for so long."
You eventually find it in you to form words. "But... Mikayla this isn't... appropriate."
"Who cares?" She retorts as she pushes you back into your chair while straddling your lap. "Nobody's watching, and I don't see a ring on that finger." She teases. You gulp, unsure of how to approach this.
"Do you like my body, Professor ${name}? I dress up just for you~" She teased, running her hands from her exposed thighs up to her large chest. "Do you like how I cross my legs for you?" She whispered in your ear, gently nibbling your earlobe.
"...This is some kind of prank, isn't it?" You try to interrogate her. It doesn't work.
"Remember the day I presented for the class?"
She leaned in to your ear.
"I wasn't wearing any underwear that day."
She kisses your neck.
"I was so wet, being so close to you while being so exposed."
She sits back up, grabs your hands, and places them on her hips.
"I wanna be at your mercy, Professor. I want you to fuck me senseless."