Missy and the professor
By The Collector
An unwitting professor meets Missy’s muscles

Copyright 1998 The Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.
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It was the last day of classes and I was handing out the final exam 
taken the previous week, and the final grades with it.  The class was 
here only long enough to get their grades, say their good-byes, and 
bless me with any comments they might have.  As seniors, some would go 
to graduate school, some to work in good jobs, and some, well, to work 
somewhere.  The class was talkative as I handed out grades. 

This had been my favorite class.  They were intelligent, interested…and 
the girls, about 15 of a class of 25, were stunningly beautiful, easily 
outclassing any other class I’d had.  And since it was June, they 
dressed appropriately…short shorts, halters, blouses tied at the waist, 
sandals, low cut blouses, T-shirts…a couple had said they were models, a 
couple cheerleaders…they rest were just gorgeous. 

As class ended, a few filed by me, one by one, saying good bye and the 
usual end of term well wishes.  I made a mental note of all those who 
said good bye, hoping she would be one of them, but she wasn’t.  I gave 
her a ‘D’, so it was too much to expect a cordial good bye. 

Missy had been the life of the class, never quiet, always talking but 
never about class work.  She never studied, and her grades, in my class 
anyway, showed it.  Yet she was a straight A student in her entire 
college career.  I didn’t understand it, and after trying hard to get 
her to study in the short semester, I had given up and concentrated on 
the students who wanted to learn.  

Missy was easily the most beautiful girl in class.  Where the other 
girls would stand out anywhere, Missy outclassed them all, and she, and 
they, knew it.  While the men in class were entertaining the other 
girls, as soon as Missy walked in, they were as second class citizens.  

I began gathering my things to leave for my office when Missy walked in.  
She held her exam rolled up in her hand and stood in the doorway, giving 
me a dirty look.  

 Not ten feet from her, I just stared at her.  I had rarely seen her 
alone for more than a moment, and the sight of her was captivating.  I 
couldn’t even move, didn’t want to move, from my chair. 

Her right leg was cocked slightly to the right; her beige hi heeled 
sandals accentuating her lightly tanned legs.  Her thighs were wrapped 
tightly in a denim skirt, easily ten inches above her knees, inviting me 
to look.  Her thin waist was bare, with her beautiful curves rising up 
to a light pink low cut, blouse that held her large breasts, looking as 
though they were trying to escape, her nipples outlined themselves on 
her blouse.  I looked at her face, her blonde hair enveloping it, her 
pink lips betraying a smirk, and her icy blue eyes. 

“This isn’t acceptable”, she said, waving her exam at me. 

“You didn’t even answer the questions, Missy.  I didn’t have a choice.” 

She started walking towards me, the slow, deliberate, clicking of her 
heels against the floor an enchanting sound, as though each step was 
designed, calculated. 

“I only took this class because I had to.  I want you to change this 
grade or it’ll spoil my average.  I don’t take D’s from you or anyone 
else.” 

At her arrogance, I replied, “Missy, I don’t care what you think, I’m 
not changing your grade, and that’s it.” 

I watched her as she walked to me, the slowly sat on my desk.  She swung 
her legs next to me, crossing her right with her left.  She sensed it, 
as I immediately became aroused, as my temperature rose, and I became 
nervous. 

“Jerry, this is really going to hurt my average.  Are you sure you won’t 
reconsider?  I’d be very grateful.  And I mean VERY grateful.”  As she 
said that, she brushed her left leg against my arm, sending sensuous 
flashes of Missy up and down me.  She took my hand, placed it on her 
breast, and I began to massage it.  She looked down at me, smiling, 
knowing she had me. 

I took my hand away, stood up, and walked to the door.  Standing in the 
doorway, I called to her. 

“Missy, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but I’m not changing 
it, and that’s final.” 

She pouted, got off the desk and walked towards me. 

She got to the door, and looked at me, her eyes steely cold. 

“I’m sorry it has to be this way, I really am Jerry.”  She held out her 
hand to me. 

I took it, and then she grabbed mine and began squeezing it, then 
harder.  I felt an unbearable pain shoot through me.  I grimaced as my 
knees buckled and found myself moving towards the floor.  I tried to 
free myself, but her grip was too strong.  Finally on my knees, she let 
go. 

She swung the door closed, then flipped the lock.  Then with a snap of 
her wrist, the lock broke off in her fingers!   She looked down at me, 
giving me a menacing smile. 

“M-Missy, how’d you do that?” 

“How’d I do what?” 

“Th-the door lock.  You broke it, like it was nothing.” 

“Oh, that?  That wasn’t that hard.” 

“B-but, you’re strong.  Nobody can be that strong, especially a girl.  
Especially a beautiful girl.”  I was scared.  I’d never seen anyone with 
Missy’s strength, her power.  She’d seen that I was overcome with her, 
helpless to fight my urges, or my admiration, and desire for her. 

“Does my strength bother you?  I really can’t help it if I’m strong 
Jerry.  Girls can be strong too, you know.” 

She reached down, placed her fingertip under my chin and began lifting 
me to the floor.  As my feet settled, she removed her finger, then ran 
it lightly down my shirt. 

“Now, will you change my grade?”  Her innocent sounding voice was 
inviting.  I moved my right hand to her breast, grabbing it fully.  As I 
did, I felt a sharp pain across my face as Missy slapped me.  My feet 
left the ground and I flew all the way to my desk and found myself lying 
on the floor, on the other side! 

I peered under the desk and watched, seeing only her feet and those 
beautiful toes walking towards me.  She reached across the desk, grabbed 
me by the hair, and pulled me up. 

“Maybe you don’t understand Jerry.  I can do anything I want with your 
little body.  And you can’t do anything to stop me.  Do you understand 
that?” 

“Y-y-yes, Missy, I understand.” 

“Then you’ll change my grade?” 

“M-maybe, it’s not that easy.” 

I rose to my feet.  Instinctively I reached for her arm, hoping to touch 
her feminine strength. 

She pulled away, then reached down under the desk.  With one arm, she 
lifted the desk off the floor.  She raised it above her head, then 
seemingly not knowing what to do with it, held it above me. 

“Oh, no, god no, Missy, please don’t”  I was genuinely afraid she was 
going to drop it on me. 

“I’ll do anything, just please don’t hurt me.” 

She spun the desk on her hand, then, like a feather, tossed it across 
the room.  It crashed in a corner and splintered. 

I just looked at her, my eyes wide with amazement, not knowing what to 
do. 

I looked at her body, she was slightly more muscular than average, yet 
her strength was incredible. 

“M-Missy, you’re s-so strong.  But I don’t see any muscles.”  I was 
stuttering uncontrollably, totally intimidated by her. 

She looked at me, then stroked her finger across my face. I wanted her 
badly and knew she sensed it, but I didn’t care. 

“Do you want to see my muscles, Jerry?” 

“Oh, please Missy, please.  I’ll do anything for you.” 

I could see her make a fist with her little hand, and watched as her 
forearms tensed, and got bigger.  A bicep began to rise from her arm, 
first a small bump, and then…it began to grow.  Her seemingly 12-inch 
arm was expanding rapidly with the slightest movement of her arm.  13 
inches, and not yet halfway; a peak had already developed…14 inches…I 
placed my hand on her arm and felt it growing under me, unable to stop 
it…15 inches, and only half way…as hard as steel, yet as soft as silk…I 
felt her peak getting bigger…16 inches, she smiled at me, so proud of 
her strength, and a final flex and it reached 17 inches!  I massaged 
around and across every inch of her beautiful strength, wanting her more 
and more the longer I touched it. 

“Oh, Missy, I can’t believe this.  You’re so strong, I can’t help it, 
I’ll do anything you want…anything.” 

“Then you’ll change my grade won’t you?” 

“Of…of course…I’ll do anything Missy…anything at all.” 

Then she said, to my surprise, “But it wouldn’t be fair if I just made 
you would it?  I should give you something in return, shouldn’t I?  I 
wonder what that might be Jerry?” 

She walked towards the door; again the only sound in the room was the 
sound of her heels.  She stopped at the door, turned around and looked 
at me. 

“Come here, Jerry,” she said, very softly. 

I walked over to her as she took my hand.  She moved closer to me…I 
could smell her perfume, the scent in her hair…and watch as her lips 
approached mine.  Within inches of my face she said, “I think I know 
what you want Jerry.” 

She pressed her lips hard against mine, and then the room went black as 
she turned out the lights.   I soon found out she was as passionate as 
she was strong.