"You didn't mean what?!" she said. "You asked me to let you look at my pussy. Are you now saying you don't want to see it?"

Dr. Bertrand's face turned a deeper shade of red, his babbling finally became totally incoherent. The general tone of his mumbling was still apologetic, however.

"If you really wanted to see it, to take a little peek," she said, teasingly, "I mean, really, I might consider it, but since you don't…"

Bertrand gave her a confounded look. Then he said. "But I do! God, I do!!"

She frowned at him. "Before I let you look," she said, "you're going to have to promise me something."

"Anything!" he moaned in exasperation.

Joselyn knew she could've asked him for the assistantship then and there and that he would've given it to her, but she didn't. Perhaps it was just part of her contrary nature, or maybe she realized subconsciously that she didn't want to work under a man as spineless as he seemed to be.

"Promise me that you'll sit over there," she said, pointing at the paper-laden, office chair across the room from hers. "And that you won't bulge unless I tell you to."

"Hey, you don't have to worry about my trying anything with you…" he began.

"I want your promise, Dr. Bertrand," she repeated firmly.

"I promise," he said.

She watched as he rose from his seat behind the desk. He straightened his legs, but his torso remained hunched over. Ashe rounded the desk, she saw the reason for his awkward stance and his curious, shuffling gait. The professor had a monumental erection! The whole front of his Bermudas was pushed out of shape by the outline of his hard cock.