Anything for an A

Spoiled rich priss Cordelia Everwine doesn't have to work for anything -- she always gets exactly what she wants.

At least, she used to -- but now, the wealthy Everwines think that young Cordelia needs a lesson in how the real world works. Banished to a lowly state university, Cordelia needs to prove she can swing a straight A average before she can transfer to her favorite Ivy League school.

Desperate to escape this forsaken school, Cordelia needs some kind of extra credit to save her grade. Luckily for her, Professor Hunter is about to give bratty Cordelia a lesson in how the real world truly works. Will Cordelia really do anything for an A?

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This is a 9,100+ word story about a haughty, stuck-up princess transforming into an insatiably naughty bad girl ... a corrupt-but-sexy professor ... some deviant behavior in the work place ... and a very risky finish!

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EXCERPT:

"Let me tell you what else I see, Cordelia. I see a spoiled little rich girl, who comes in here every single day, rolling her eyes, apparently embarrassed to be in a classroom with people of such low social standing. Good people, who are trying their hardest to learn and move up in the world. Whose only apparent crime is not being from a wealthy family such as your own."
I'd dropped my head and stared at my feet. He reached up and lifted my chin, so I'd meet his eyes.
"Am I right?" he asked.
"So what are you saying?" I asked flatly.
His hand touched just above my knee, on the inside of my thigh. I gasped. He let it traipse slowly upwards. Up my bare, soft thigh.
"What are you doing?" I huffed.
"Do you mean to tell me that you came in here, dressed like that – I love your belly piercing, by the way – and acted all naughty to get my attention while you should have been taking your test ... and didn't think that this was the message you were sending?"
I just stared at him, like a deer in the headlights, unsure how to respond.
"Sweetheart, if you want the grade, I think you know what is expected of you."
I gasped. "A professor of business ethics, making such a lewd proposal! How ironic!"
He laughed. "And yet I can't help but notice that you still haven't pushed my hand away."
He was right. His hand had only inched higher, and I'd done nothing to stop him. His big hand had traveled just under the hem of my mini-skirt. I was astounded by his brutish, sleazy behavior ... yet ... his hand, his fingers, felt so good gliding across my smooth, supple skin. The higher his hand went, the weaker I became. My knees felt wobbly, my head woozy. And for some reason, I couldn't think clearly.
I knew I had to get out of there. I had to escape him. There's no way I'd ever think about losing my virginity in such a manner.
I started to lean back and twist away from him. In an instant, I'd bolt right out that door. But Professor Hunter's lip only curled upward, mocking me.
"It'll be a shame about Yale," he said. "You'll never get in when you fail this class, you know."
"Threats are no way to seduce a lady," I gasped.
But something was still holding me near him. I couldn't let go. His hand ... felt so good. And it was getting so near.
"I don't see a lady, and I'm definitely not trying to seduce her. I see a rich little slut who wants to fuck her way to a better grade."
--Smack--.
I slapped him hard, striking him across his cheek. He slowly recoiled, but as he turned back to face me, he only looked even happier and more turned on.