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I exhale shakily. My fingers fidget with the top of my flash drive. In it, contains my animation final. The last thing I need to turn in to determine if I can move on to my last year, or repeat the class. Usually, it's no issue. Just walk in, drop it off, and refresh the Canvas page until it's graded.
However, I was blessed with ignoring my alarm, sleeping in, and missing the turn-in window by one hour. My head, heavy with fear, drops onto the wall I'm leaning against. Of course this happens in the class where the professor hates me the most. Dr.Schertz, an absolute legend in the 2D animation world, is an avid hater of 3D. She says, 'it's a shortcut' and that, 'it has less versatility than 2D'.
I specialize in it.
Every assignment I've done has been in 3D, and every grade I've received has been a seventy. She always nitpicks small mistakes in my projects, but I'm well aware if they had been in 2D, I would have perfect marks. Unfortunately, I'm incredibly stubborn. Which is why getting this final in is so important because I'm teetering on a failing grade by no fault of my own. Reluctantly, I push myself off the wall, shake off my nerves, and open the door.
I walk in casually, scanning the room. Closing the door behind me, I see her at her desk; glasses flush to her face, and graying hair pulled into a messy bun. She's incessantly tapping at her keyboard, not even casting a glance at me entering the room. Next to the keyboard, I see the pile of flash drives where mine is missing from. If only it were as easy as tossing it in and running away, but alas. I start walking closer to her.
"Dr.Schertz!"
"Miss Ramirez." She responds flatly, eyes glued to her screen.
Undeterred by her cold tone, I continued further, "Ma'am, you wouldn't believe the morning I had!"
"I'm sure."
"I woke up early, but my dog was sick and threw up everywhere. Then there was a crazy accident on the drive over here-"
"And let me guess. All of this is supposed to convince me to let you turn in your final," she pauses, "One hour and fifteen minutes late,"
I suck on my teeth. I didn't realize I spent that long in my thoughts outside her door,
"It's just that, all of that was out of my control. If things had gone my way, I would've been here on time,"
"Right, and if things had gone my way, I'd have my own studio. But here I am, arguing over what classes I'm going to teach next semester over email. You should've planned accordingly,"
"But-"
"Enough," she sighs sharply and finally halts her typing, swiveling her chair to face me. She crosses her arms, "Miss Ramirez, even if I did believe your little story," she smirks smugly, "I've never budged on my 'no late work' policy, and I don't plan on starting now,"
Rage starts to build in my body as she turns herself back to her computer and begins to work again. As if I'm nothing but a fly she can shoo away. I feel myself moving closer to her desk and, without thinking, slam my flash drive onto her desk.
"I wouldn't even be as concerned as I am about this if you hadn't been unfairly grading me this entire semester," I mutter.
Her eyes flick over to me.
I hesitate for a second, surprised at how fast that got her attention, but then push forward, "You have some sort of grudge against me just because I animate differently than what you like!" I can feel my voice gain more confidence, "That has to be some sort of discrimination. Something the school definitely won't like to hear about." I raise my hand from the desk, abandoning my drive, and cross my arms, "So to save you from all that pain, why don't you let it slide this one time, and I'll never be in your hair again!"
My heart pounds in my chest. I've never stood up to her like this before. My silent protest of continuing my 3D works are leagues away from this loud outburst. Her face doesn't betray what she's thinking. The only thing letting me know she even heard me are her eyes that are roaming over me, presumably sizing me up.
Finally, a smirk starts to bloom on her face. Raising from her seat, she towers over me. Her hand grabs my shoulder roughly, and she leans near my face.
"I find it incredibly entertaining that you think any one on this campus would believe I, a woman with thirty years in the industry, would harbor some sort of grudge against you, a no name,"
I try to take a step back, but her grip on my shoulder prevents me. I gulp.
"In fact, count yourself lucky that I won't report this to the school and make all your little credits useless," she loosens her grip on my shoulder. Then she brings her hand to my face and lightly caresses my cheek, "Now run along and go cry to your friends about how awful I am while signing up to take my class again next semester," She brings her hand back to her side and sits down on her chair. Once again, she brings her attention back to the abandoned work.
I stand there speechless. She's right. There's no world where I win against her. Humiliation blooms in my chest.
"Oh, here. I have no use for this," she tosses my flash drive to me.
I barely catch it. My thumb strokes the cap. I turn towards the door. Every step I take is heavier than the last. I stop, just a few feet from the exit. I know my future rests here. I shift my weight back and forth.
Releasing a shuddering breath, I turn around, "Please ma'am, I'll do anything for you to just let me turn it in," tears well in my eyes as my head drops, too ashamed to hold it up any longer.
Silence fills the room.
"Anything?"
I whip my head up. Hope sprouting in my heart. She hasn't looked at me, but she's clearly stopped working, intent on hearing me out, "Yes Dr.Schertz, I'd do anything! I'd walk your dogs, I'd cut your grass, I think I have some cash on me-"
"Okay then," she slowly turns her chair to face me, and motions me over with her finger, "Come here,"
"Yea, sure!" I start excitedly walking over to her.
"No,"
I stop.
"Crawl,"
All of my blood rushes to my face, "Excuse me?"
"Crawl,"
I stare at her; my eyebrows raised as high as they can go. I look down at my hands. One carrying my assignment, and the other carrying nothing.
She sighs, "I guess you don't mean what you say," her chair starting turning, "What a waste of my time-"
"Okay, okay!" I bring my body lower to the ground and sit on my knees. Then, I push myself onto my hands and start crawling towards her. The plastic of my flash drive makes a tapping noise every time it hits the ground. My eyes are glued to the floor. When her heels enter my vision, I look up at her, body hot with embarrassment.
Her face crinkles with amusement. Her hand ghosts my cheek then ruffles the hair on the top of my head.
"Why don't you kiss my shoe while you're down there," she lifts one of her heels up to my face.
I recoil. My mouth opens and closes in shock. I blink a couple of times trying to process the situation.
"You aren't going to back out now, are you?" she observes me coolly, "You'll have to do more difficult tasks than this in the industry,"
My head spins. She's not wrong. Taking a little hit to my ego is worth allowing my final to be accepted. Plus, it'll show that I'm truly dedicated to my work. My eyes fall to her heel. It's black and incredibly shiny. I lower my head to her foot and kiss it once.
She wiggles her foot a little. I glance up at her face, but it remains unchanged. My eyes fall back onto her shoe. She could only want one thing. I begin to leave more soft kisses on her shoe. Each kiss adding on to a new emotion that mingles with the humiliation.
"Oh wow. So much more effort with just a little prompting. Imagine if you could do this in class. You wouldn't even be needing to debase yourself like this," her harsh words sting on my skin as my breathing quickens.
My head floats to her other foot, which is still on the ground. I begin to leave kisses all over it, eager to prove my worth. My eyelids begin to sink as the world fades away; my only focus is the task at hand.
She makes a noise of approval, "Good girl, so quick to please," she pets the top of my head again.
I don't know what's happening. This is the first compliment I've heard from her. I've never felt so light headed and warm before. I whine and rub my head against my professor's leg, unsure how to deal with these new sensations.
I feel her hand suddenly stop petting me. Her fingers then grip my hair and gently guide me to look at her. She takes a moment to examine my face before breaking into a wide grin, "God, you're easy,"
Something hot flashes in me at her tone and I whimper.
She releases my hair and leans back in her chair. Her legs slowly part as she shifts her skirt up to reveal her covered womanhood. A dark spot already forming.
"Go ahead and have a taste, puppy,"
I shiver at the pet name while I stare at her heat. Hypnotized, I crawl forward and sit in between her thighs. I bring my head towards her musk, press a kiss in the middle. I lick a stripe over the fabric and groan at the taste. She lets out a pleased sigh. A light buzz engulfs my skin at the proof that I can make her happy. I continue to lap at her panties in some sort of trance, nuzzling my nose into the fabric. I try to bury my tongue into her, the underwear preventing me from penetrating.
She begins to pant. Her hand reaches down to pull aside her panties, revealing her glistening lips to me.
"Eat," she commands breathlessly.
I bury my face into her warmth hungrily. She gasps at the intrusion. I spread her with my tongue and latch onto her clit. I suckle at it; her breaths getting louder and louder. I release her bud and drag my tongue down to her entrance. I circle the hole a few times before delving in, wrenching a groan from her. I push my tongue in and out of her feeling her contract against me. I clench my legs together, trying to ease the growing heat between them.
I pull my face away breathlessly, drunk off of her. I pant over her trying to regain some composure. Suddenly, a hand roughly grabs my hair and pushes me back into her. I moan at the twinges of pain.
"Yea, you're gonna be a good fucking dog and let me use you how I want," her voice is deep and a bit more crazed than I'm used to. She grinds her hips onto my face. I just stick out my tongue and let it happen. As she starts to moan, she presses me so hard into her I can't breathe. I'm fully engulfed in her slick, scent, and passion. I want to drown in it.
I feel her juices pour onto my face as she yells in pleasure. She keeps me there for a moment more, riding it out. She finally separates herself from me, carefully tugging on my hair. I gasp. We stare at each other as we both breathe heavily, recovering from such a moment of fervor. She leans forwards bringing her hand towards my lips. She drags her thumb across, tenderly, cleaning her own wetness. Then, she wipes it off on my shirt, staining it.
She chuckles and presses a light kiss to the top of my head. Her hands find mine as she unfurls my fingers and grabs my long forgotten flash drive.
"Good girls get rewarded," she playfully wiggles the drive.
My eyes widened at the object that caused this whole mess.
She pulls her skirt down and dusts herself off. She adds my flash drive to the pile and returns to her work, "I believe that's all I required from you. You're free to go," her eyes flick over to me, "Unless you want me to think of some extra credit?"
I nod my head no and shakily stand. I stumble out the door wiping the excess juice off my face. I stand there for a moment reliving what I had just done. I went to a nearby bathroom to wash off what I could, but there was no ridding of the memories or how she made me feel.
Four days later, when I go to check the final grades for every class. I see that Dr.Schertz had finally posted hers. Nervously, I click onto her class and scroll down. My eyes widened at the result.
A seventy-five.