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Synopsis: Layla Dahamrai has just begun her second year at university. She's acing every class and is one of the department's best students in her cohort. However, she's not getting along with her professor in her East Asian Regimes & Empires class, not that it's really her fault. It doesn't help that she's hot for her teacher either. Sebastian Henderson expects the best out of his students, given he's teaching at one of the most prestigious universities in London. He's had enough of Layla stumbling into his class late at the beginning of the semester. In the six years he's been teaching in academia, he has never desired a student until now. Layla and Sebastian will soon come to realise they have more in common during, and definitely out of, office hours. Chapter 9: Proofreading Her Essay 24/01/2018 I'm getting ready for Professor Henderson's lecture when I hear gagging and painful moans from one of the bathrooms downstairs. I hear cryi

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Part 1: It was bound to happen. After all, when a company tries to run as "lean" as ours does, all in an effort to save a couple bucks (by my estimation, literally about.03% of our overall travel budget) it's Murphy's Law that something wrong is going to end up happening. My name is Tyson Behrend and I work in the trade show business. I go from city to city setting up, breaking down, and working in trade show booths for a variety of different industries. If I were to describe my job it would be somewhere between spokesmodel and union grunt. While most of what the viewing public sees looks like a finely tuned machine, I can assure you it is anything but. While there were regular issues with customer facing solutions not functioning properly or not even showing up at the event, there were also things that affected me more personally; lost luggage, incorrect hotel room reservations, declined corporate cards, etc. This is not to say that I don't enjoy my job as I ac

*All characters are over the age of 18* Sean POV The high school that I was a student teacher at was pretty raunchy. It was not uncommon to see naked students, hearing the moans of students in the bathroom, and even students going through a nudist program. It was ok though, because it was a high school of only 18 year old seniors, and this was like a porno version of Heaven. As raunchy as the high school was, it was nothing compared to the college. The entire high school of about 200 had maybe a dozen students in their nudist program. The college, it seemed like a good quarter or so went naked. People fucked without closing their dormroom door. Girls came out of communal showers with about a 50/50 chance of wearing a towel. Basically, an American Pie movie come to life. I found my friend, Dave's dorm, and knocked. It wasn't quite shut all the way and the door creaked open. There was a girl in his room that he was talking to. It wasn't his girlfriend, as she had brown skin