Hi professor, I know I’m sitting on your desk but I have a little issue I need to discuss with you. I’ve decided that I don’t want to come to your class anymore and I want you to give me an ‘A’. Every time I come in here, you’re staring at me and it’s really disgusting you perv. You’re my teacher, you’re supposed to be teaching me in class, not staring and perving on me!

You see, if you don’t do what I want, I will go straight to the dean and tell him what a perv you are and you, and this school, will have the biggest sexual harassment suit you you have ever seen. Not only will you lose your job, but I’ll make sure your face is on the front of every newspaper in town. You have no idea what I am capable of, I will ruin your fucking life.

And not only will I tell the dean, but I’ll go tell your wife. Then you’ll be broke, jobless and divorced. Is that what you want? And if you want me to keep this little secret from your wife, I want something else. I want money. I want an envelope with my name on it ready for me to pick up every week before class.

And the saddest thing about this is that you probably secretly enjoy this. You’d take any attention from a perfect brat like me. You’re fucking pathetic. I’m going to blackmail you professor and I’m going to love every second of it. I’m going to enjoy fucking up your life. I own you now. Don’t make me go to the dean…