I didn't normally do anything like this, but today was different, I was going to get my professor to take me.

If you usually saw me, you would only see a nerdy, skinny, unconfident girl who hid behind her glasses and hair. But today I was nothing of the sort, I was the type of girl that my professor looked at during class, and made stay after school.

I walked into school, my shoulder bag gently bouncing on my hip. I wanted to turn and run, I wasn't used to the stares that I was getting because of the short mini black skirt, black high heal shoes, and yellow zip up hoody that I was wearing. No one could see that my matching teal and black panties and bra were the only things underneath my clothes.

I walked down the hall, trying to hold my head up, trying to remember that this was my idea from the start, and that my college aged sister brought me these clothes, or lack there of, to wear to school. I stopped at my locker and put my bag away and pulled out my books before closing and locking my locker and making my way to my classroom for the day.

Sitting at my desk, I have to remember harder to keep my legs together so that no wandering eyes can see up my skirt, and I have to keep the hoody zipped up because I have no shirt on.

The day goes by slowly, but it is all every exciting. Boys who wouldn't normally notice me, give me their numbers, a few girls do too, but I am not interested. I don't care about them or their numbers because they won't remember me tomorrow.

My last class of the day, I sit in the front of the class, right in front of his desk. He notices the way that I am dressed, he notices when I cross and uncross my legs, and he notices when I unzip my zipper on my hoody a little. As the class is working individually on papers, he places a note on my desk. I smile as I read what I wanted, 'Stay after class, we need to talk about your paper.'

I ignore the looks on the back of my head and continue to work until the final bell. I stay seated until the final student is out of the door and he shuts it and tries to be discrete as he locks it. I smirk before looking down at my paper, playing nice and not telling him I noticed.

"Ms. Monroe, please come up to my desk, I have a few questions for you on this topic that you choose," He said, sitting in his chair.

"Yes, Mr. Jenkins," I say, standing and walking to the side of his desk and stopping. I would make him work for this.

"Your topic is… different from most. Murder as revenge for a family member," he said, turning and looking at me, "how did you choose this topic?"

"I don't know," I said, turning and walking to the black board. "It just came to me one day."

I pretended to not hear his chair move, or him standing up as I pick up a piece of chalk and draw circles on the board.

"I was just sitting at home and it came…"

He turned me around and pushed himself into me.

"You should know what you have done to me today," he said, pressing his erection into me. "Watching you move under your desk, touching your skin above your chest."

"Sorry," I said, but he cut me off slamming his mouth into mine.

He moved his mouth to my neck, nipping, sucking and kissing me.

"We could get caught Mr. Jenkins…" I trialed off into a moan.

"We wont, this is my office hour, time to work with other students," he said, pulling me back to his chair were he sat down and pulled me into his lap.

He kissed me again, and I raked my fingers into his hair holding him to me. His hands made their way to me zipper and pulled it down. He pulled away from the kiss to look at my pale skin contrasting with the teal and black bra.

"You are a naughty girl, no shirt."

"Where would be the fun in that?" I ask, as he pushes the hoody off and kisses my neck again, working his way down to take my clothed nipple into his mouth, his left hand snaking its way under my bra to take my nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger, and his right hand going under my skirt and grabbing my ass.

I moan out into the air, my head and neck arched back. He takes his time before bring his hand up from my ass and unhooking my bra, pulling it off me and dropping it onto the floor. His mouth goes back to my nipple again, and his left hand going back to my other breast and his right hand holding onto me on the small of my back.

My moaning gets louder as he switches hands and his mouth goes to my other nipple. I grind myself onto him, and I feel him shudder and groan into me. He stands up abruptly and his hands are on the bottom of my thighs, holding me up to wrap my legs around his waist. My ass slams into his desk and I hear things crashing to the ground behind me as he swipes at his desk and forces me down.

I lay looking up at him as he undoes his belt, letting his pants fall to his ankles. He steps forward and he drags his hands up my legs to the top of my skirt and panties and pulled them down, dropping them to the floor too, leaving only my black heals on. He spread my legs and pushed his erection into me,

My head snapped backwards with a loud moan ripping through me. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk by my head, and my body pounded into his with each thrust that he gave. He pounded faster and faster into me until I came, my moan coming out in a scream. But he wasn't done yet, and he lifted me up so that he was holding me up, my legs wrapped around him again, and he moved around so that he was sitting on the table. He kissed me, and helped me up so I was sitting on him.

"Ride me," he said, lying down on the desk, his hands squeezing my hips.

I smiled as I looked down at him, placing my hand on shoulders and raising myself up and down on him. His fingers dug into my hips before they worked their way up my body to my breast. He caused me to cry out in pleasure as he took a nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger and the other nipple into his mouth.

I rode him up and down, my body glistening in sweat. I tore my upper body up as I started to slam onto him harder. He groaned into me, and soon was fighting to not cum so soon. He tried to stop me but I held his wrist in front of me as I continued. Soon he was screaming out as he came inside me, causing me within seconds after him to come too.

I collapsed onto him and smiled.

"God, Mr. Jenkins, you are amazing."

I could feel him chuckle in response, and then I pulled my self up so I was crouched over him.

"Ms. Monroe, you were very good yourself. I never would have thought that you would play so well."

I smiled at him, running one of my hands down between us. "I learned all my moves from the best."

He opened his eyes at that.

"Who taught you? I should really send them a thank you card or a flower arrangement."

My other hand that was reaching over towards his computer grasped what I was reaching for, "there is no need to send my sister a card, Mr. Jenkins. She only taught me so that I could get close to kill you."

Mr. Jenkins face froze, and I could see the panic come into his eyes. He didn't even view what I said as a joke.

"You were the one sending those threats in the mail. Listen here," he said; trying to shake me off of him, "I didn't rape anyone."

I held the open sharp scissors to his neck, "Like you didn't just rape me? I didn't say yes. You didn't even ask me if I wanted to. You just thought that because of what I was wearing that I wanted your disgusting sperm in me. Just like you did to my sister, Claire. She is broken because of what you repeatedly did to her. But at least she taught me what you liked. I got this close to you, and now I will kill you."

He didn't even have a fighting chance as the sharp blade cut through his neck. He started to flail as his blood came spurting and gushing out of his neck wound. I raised the scissor again and closed it, then brought it down point first into his neck.

Blood was squirting out and splashing on me as I repeatedly stabbed him, even after he stopped moving.

Slowly, I climbed off him and stood on the floor staring at his dead body. I walked to the sink in the corner and turned it on. I started pulling paper towels out and putting them under the running water. I started to scrub at my skin, scrubbing at his blood.

When I was satisfied I walked to my bag and pulled out a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a baggy black hoody. I laid them out on the desk and turned back to the front of the room. I walked back to the sink and grabbed the bleach that was under it. I walked back to his body and picked up my clothes from the floor, throwing them over the desk to my stuff. I unscrewed the cap and started splashing his body in the bleach.

I doused his body, his desk, his black board, and his chair. Nothing could hold evidence of me being here. Once the room was filled with the horrible smell of bleach I ran to my clothing and dressed fast. I wrapped the scissors and the bleach bottle in my other clothes and stuffed them into my bag. I took my phone out of my pocket and took a picture and sent it to my sister before going to the door.

I used my black sleeve to unlock the door. I kept the key in my hand and open the door, turning in the doorway for one final look. I shut the door quickly and used the key to lock in it shut. I turned and walked out of the building, leaving everything behind.

Monday was going to be interesting.