Filthy Professor

That‘s it, I can‘t stand it anymore! I‘ve spent months trying to get Professor Logan Clark to notice me. I dress sexy, I gaze into his eyes, I lick my lips when he looks at me. I want to get him out of his classroom and out of his clothes for a little private, one-on-one tutoring… COURTNEY SHAW: I‘m a smoking hot red head with a sex drive that would make a porn star blush and a major daddy complex. Older men are my thing, and lots of them have sampled the sweet treats I have in my panties. So why isn‘t Logan Clark jumping at the chance to be with me? Even after our little oral exam in the restroom he keeps pushing me away. Is this his idea of torture? Well, two can play at that game… LOGAN CLARK: Damn this girl, doesn‘t she understand that there are rules against professors having sex with students, no matter how smoking hot and sexy they are? She doesn‘t seem to care that screwing her could get me fired. I‘m not going to risk my job just to have sex with her. No way. Not even after she drops a wet thong on my desk and shows up naked at my door. I‘ve worked too hard to get where I am at this school. I‘m not going blow it all for her. At least that‘s what I keep telling myself…