Rosa re-crossed her legs. She contemplated leaving them slightly open and noting the look in the professor’s eyes as she gave him a view of her inner thighs, but opted for the more professional approach – ensuring that there was still enough outer thigh on show to get a rise in his pants. She willed him to take off his lab coat so she could see, but telepathy wasn’t her strong point and it remained wrapped around him. It gave him the upper hand, and she knew he knew it.

“I’m afraid you would have to do a lot more work to prove to me that your theories are correct, Doctor—“

“Rosa, Professor. Please. We’ve had these discussions often enough for you to use my first name, surely?” Now was the time. She unravelled her knees and leant forward, her breasts pushing against the top of her bra, leaving the hint of two exposed, fleshy mounds. Her legs parted slightly. Having practised this in front of a mirror many times, she knew that what the professor could see was the stocking disappearing into a cavern of darkness. Just enough and not too much. “Let’s see, then, Professor. I—“