Naughty Night School: Part 1 – Desperate Times [College] [Teacher/Student] [MF]

*Hello all, I’m taking my first crack at sharing some writing. I’ll happily welcome any comments or feedback. This story will contain BDSM elements, potentially some dubcon. I haven’t completely decided yet, but wanted to lay out at least those triggers in advance, so you know what you’re diving into.*

**Part 1: Desperate Times**

I’m screwed. I have one hour before my life drawing class starts at five, and my model, Tyler, has just messaged me. Apparently he’s been taken rather suddenly, deathly ill.

Fuck you Tyler, I know you’re just too hungover to bother to show up on a Monday. I groan, tossing my phone on the table and running my hands through my long, dark curls. Instantly regretting that, as now my hair will be poofy. Double groan. I gather it in a high, bouncy ponytail instead.

I’m sure a good chunk of my students only bother to show up to stare at Tyler’s cock, and now that’s off the menu. I grumble to myself, closing my laptop and sliding over a stack of sketchbooks that need grading. That’s not fair, I love my students, and I actually think most of them have some real talent. For the most part they do behave with a fair amount of class. I was lucky to get this position with such limited experience. At twenty-six, a handful of my students are older than me. It’s a welcoming group, but a total mixed-bag. Most of them are taking my class as a standalone interest course, and only a small number will go on to complete the whole visual arts program.

It’s mid October and the cafeteria is decorated in lukewarm Halloween horror. Limp streamers have already been torn down by students less appreciative of the festive atmosphere. I tend to set up here before my classes since the part-time faculty room is pretty bleak, and Legal Studies Leonard won’t stop ogling my tits. However, it’s hard to feel like an esteemed member of the academic profession when your prep time is conducted in the cafeteria, dodging mystery stains on the bench seats.

I’d been scrolling through my slide deck, running over my presentation for tonight’s class when I spied the text from Tyler. Now I’ll have to rustle up a bowl of fruit or something as a replacement, how inspiring. Night school classes are a little more laid back compared to the college’s full-time counterparts, but I’m really trying to nail my first teaching gig. Flakey, self-absorbed models really aren’t helping. At least I have Susan booked for Wednesdays, she’s a doll and a curvy goddess who’s yet to let me down. I would hire servant boys to fan her with fronds and feed her grapes for our scenes, if the budget allowed.

There is one notable perk to my cafeteria office space, and that’s Dish. He has just sauntered in and taken up his usual place at the long table a few down from mine. Right on time. Damn, he’s pretty. Lean body, angular features, and graceful movements. He’s got that dirty academic vibe I like. Tongue ring with a side of table manners. Punk poet. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day before wrapping my hands around your throat? Yes please. He has really nice hands.

I call him Dish because that’s what he is, edible. Second helping of dessert, scrape every last crumb, and lick the plate kind of edible. I run my tongue along my bottom lip, my eyes glazing over for a moment as I watch him pull earphones out of his bag. Yum.

“Hungry?” Jules slides in beside me.

I snap my head towards her, my mouth falling open, “Huh, what?”

“The culinary students were giving away cast offs. I snagged some for us. Would you like a squashed brownie or an ugly cupcake?”

I stare at her blankly as her eyes drift ahead to Dish’s table.

“Oh, I see. Sorry Gwen, but I don’t have any chocolate-dipped, angsty, skinny boys on offer today.” She grins, sliding the brownie over on a napkin. “You seem a little rattled, what’s going on?”

“Tyler cancelled last minute again. I think I have to fire him.” I take a big bite of the brownie, “Fuck me, this is good. Thank you.”

Jules and I met at the start of the school year and have become fast friends. She’s cheeky and cheerful with bright eyes and a warm smile, and teaches a theater studies down the hall.

“What a little shit. Good riddance. There is plenty of better flesh worth sketching around here. In fact, I spy a perfectly decadent replacement. A form worth capturing. A dick worth drawing. You should ask your favourite eye candy if he’d be willing to step in.”

“Funny joke.”

“It’s the perfect excuse to start a conversation, and one that leads to staring at him naked. Tell *Dish*,” she stretches the nickname out in a sultry tone,“that it will add some well-rounded variety to his resume.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me and takes a bite of her cupcake.

“I am desperate, and your scheme is tempting… I *could* pretend like I’ve approached a lot of other students for the role already.” I drum my fingers on the table thoughtfully. “Stay here, I’m going to make the rounds and ask some randoms what time the bookstore closes or something. That way, he sees me talking to other people before I get to him.”

“Smooth. Needlessly complicated, but I’ll watch your stuff.”

I rise from the table, peeking over at Dish before setting my sights on a group of girls in line at the cash.“I sense I’ll be needing to relocate to the library after this embarrassment.”

“You’ll thank me when you’re shading the contours of his cock.” She sing-songs after me.

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