Professor [K.NJ]

"Take it off." He sternly demanded. He KNEW what he was doing. He was leaning back against his desk. His voice bounced off the walls. The girl shook her head, held her skirt down and stuttered frighteningly, "You can't make me." She shook her head some more and slowly began to step back, while he began to walk closer to her. "P-professor..." He was then quick to grip her jaw and forced her to make eye contact with him. "You're so pathetic. Earlier in class you were lifting your skirt up in front of my face. You think you're going to get off so easily with this? Do you do this to all your professors?" There was a pause. "Do you, Ezra?"