Paint Me, Professor | Student-Professor Erotic Novel | 18+ | ✔️

15 - Interview

Alison
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I woke up feeling refreshed and well rested, which was odd given what had happened the day before between Dr Damon and I. Maybe the conversation we had at the gate put me at ease, and the text we shared that night only made me realize that maybe what we had done wasn't that bad. After all, he didn't seem mad or distant. He was quite the opposite actually.

When I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day, I decided I'd put a little more effort into my appearance. I opted for a denim skirt, exposing my thighs, and a flowy blouse which I tucked in. I picked out my favorite red lipstick and applied it carefully, following the outline of my lips. I also put on some mascara, concealer, and powder blush that matched my lip color. To finish the look, I put on pearl earrings and perfume.

After making a quick breakfast, I headed out the door, eager to get to Dr Damon's class. I had done all the readings and was feeling strangely confident.

Maybe it was the lipstick giving me all that power.

When I got to the gate, I waited a few minutes for Maddie. I lit up a cigarette, observing the traffic absently-minded.

"Bonjour Madame Bardot!" Said Maddie in a terrible French accent when she greeted me.

"Bonjour." I replied, putting out my cigarette and making my way inside the building with her.

"Your accent is such a flex, and sexy too. I wish I could speak another language like you." She commented. I didn't think I had a good accent considering that the only French people I had grown up with were my parents, but I did understand where she was coming from. As a non-speaker, she didn't have the sensibility to understand that I was, in fact, very average.

We were getting closer to the amphitheater and my nerves had started to get jittery. I hide my emotions from Maddie.

"I could teach you if you want." I said to her. This could be a way for me to actually speak French more often.

"You're too sweet, but I'll pass. I'd probably drive you insane with my atrocious talent for languages." She replied. "But hey, why don't you start tutoring? There are plenty of people wanting to learn French who'd pay well. Especially wealthy parents with young kids."

I gave her an intrigued look. My dad had been insisting that I get a part-time job anyway. Why not do something that I'd enjoy instead of working at some random café or shop?

"That's actually not a bad idea. I'll think about it." I smiled.

We entered the amphitheater and sat at our usual spot in the middle. We set up our computers and notes, chitchatting about how much money I could make from teaching something as simple as the basic French tenses to 1o year olds.

"Good morning class." Dr Damon's voice boomed when he entered, making everyone settle down immediately. That man carried so much respect it left me in awe.

"I hope you all had the chance to read the e-mail I sent you yesterday. So far I have only received 6 replies. I must admit, I have never had such an uninvolved and disinterested class in my years of teaching at Evergreen. I guess the students who are actually serious about becoming true art professionals will have less competition. Lucky them."

Whisperers erupted through the room. I just giggled to myself.

"Professor?" I shot my hand up in the air. The whispers died down as Dr Damon gave me permission to speak. I was already smiling to myself before I asked the question, anticipating the mayhem that would ensue. "Don't you think that not paying students for honest, hard work is not only unprofessional but unethical in our day and age? The Arts are already not taken seriously in the job market, so why would someone in the field perpetuate the narrative that Art is just a hobby?"