"May I talk to you for a second, Mr. Jaimeson?" she called.

He looked startled and dropped back behind the desk. "Oh, uh… of course, uh, Keri."

She closed the door behind her. She'd already locked it. She walked down the aisle to his desk and then stood next to Jaimeson. His face was at a level with her crotch as he sat there and he looked away quickly, his face going up to look at hers.

"What…" He cleared his throat. "What can I do for you?"

"It's about my marks."

"Yes?"

"Well, I'm trying to get a scholarship. Right now, with my sixty-five in biology, my average mark is an eighty-nine."

"That's an excellent overall average," he said.

"Not for a scholarship. If my biology mark was, say… ninety-four, then my average would jump all the way to ninety-four."

"Well, you'll just have to study harder."

"I do study hard. I study biology a lot, but I just don't understand it."

"What is it you want me to do?"

"Well…" She sat her right buttock on the left side of his desk, facing him. His eyes almost went to her skirt but quickly shot back to her face.

"I was hoping you could give me some private tutoring."

"Uh… I'm too busy for that these days, Keri."

"I need that scholarship, Mr. Jaimeson." she scowled. She stood up and, her hands going to her skirt.

As Jaimeson watched in stunned amazement, she slowly pulled the hem up over her buttocks and hips. His eyes stared at her bare crotch, ogling her cunt slit and little thatch of coppery brown hair.

"I… I… You…"

"It would be worth your while to help me, sir," she said, her voice soft and persuasive. She pulled the bottom up higher, up along her belly to her breasts, then up over them and over her shoulders. She had no bra on and stood there completely nude now, save for her heels.

Jaimeson was swallowing repeatedly, and sweating profusely. He gaped at her blatant, perfect, firm, teenaged nudity, hardly even breathing. He seemed almost to be turned to stone.