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A young coed, her inhibitions lowered by a day of partying, finds herself alone with her professor. He's stern, demanding, but there's a spark in his eyes that she can't ignore. "You're not here to socialize, Miss," he says, his voice laced with double entendres. She bites her lip, trying to maintain her composure as he circles her, his hands brushing her shoulders, her arms, her waist. She's wearing a low-cut blouse, and his gaze lingers on her cleavage. "You're not making this easy, Professor," she whispers, her breath hitching as he leans in, his lips millimeters from hers. "Neither are you, Miss," he replies, his voice a low growl, ready to pounce.