I am sitting with my feet up checking my phone when you come in and tell me to get my feet down. If you are going to make me stay here then I am to do what I want. If you want me to be good girl then you have to do what I want. Close your eyes and come here. I probably should respect you since you are my professor, but I don’t. I see how you are. You don’t want my feet propped up because you get turned on by them. I see how you look at our feet when we wear sandals or flipflops. If you don’t let me do what I want then I guess I will just have to go to the dean and tell him how uncomfortable and unsafe I feel around you. I can really sell this, act my way through it. Even if I don’t tell don’t think I will stop. I will make sure to keep my cute feet where you can see them and make you weak. Why don’t we play a little game? Guess what color I will paint my toenails next week. You know you’ll be looking at them anyway.
