MASTURBATE IN FRONT OF ME IF YOU WANT TO PASS THE EXAM
The Babysitter’s Exam
Samantha was stressing over her upcoming college entrance exam. She had studied relentlessly for weeks, but still felt underprepared. Desperate, she reached out to her older cousin Jenna, who had aced the exam a few years back. “Meet me at the library after my last class,” Jenna texted. “I’ll share my secrets.”
At the library, Jenna pulled out her laptop and played a video titled “Masturbate in Front of Me If You Want To Pass the Exam.” Samantha watched in disbelief as the footage showed a stern professor lecturing a hapless student. “You’ll never pass this course. But…” the professor paused, “if you masturbate in front of me, I’ll let you ace the final.” Shocked, the student hesitated. The professor grew stern. “It’s this or failure,” he growled. “Well?” The student bit his lip and began to pleasure himself. The professor watched intensely, pen poised over the student’s file. “Faster,” he commanded.
Samantha’s face flushed as the video continued. It seemed every student got the same offer. “That’s crazy!” she exclaimed. “But did it actually help them pass?” Jenna grinned. “Well, the students who complied all got top marks.” Samantha gulped. “And the ones who refused?” “Let’s just say they all failed.” The girls stared at the screen as a female student, hands trembling, reached under her skirt and began stroking. The professor nodded approvingly. “You’re doing well. Now finger yourself.” Samantha squirmed in her seat, utterly scandalized yet undeniably aroused by the degrading ritual.
Jenna fast-forwarded through the rest of the clips. Every student was methodically degraded and made to pleasuring themselves against their will. Samantha found herself fixated on their pained expressions and trembling bodies. What had they done to deserve this humiliation? And more importantly, was it worth it to pass? The final scene showed each student’s file marked with a glowing ‘A’. They stumbled out of the room in a daze, awkwardly trying to compose themselves. “See? It worked,” Jenna said smugly. “It’s the dirty little secret to passing the exam. Those who give in get their wish. Those who don’t get owned.”
Samantha took a deep breath, her mind racing. She didn’t want to debase herself like those students, yet the tantalizing thought of guaranteed success lingered. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for college life after all. It made her squirm just thinking about it – masturbating in front of that intimidating professor, putting on a lewd show. At the same time, an illicit thrill shot through her.
“Okay, I get it,” Samantha finally said. “But I won’t do anything that crazy! I’ll study harder instead.” Jenna shrugged. “Suit yourself. But remember, there’s power in knowing the dark underbelly of the system. Give it a thought, cuz. I know it’s a lot to consider.” With that, she closed the laptop and left Samantha alone with her scandalous thoughts.
Over the next few days, Samantha couldn’t unsee the images from the video. It had left an indelible mark on her psyche – the sight of students forced to abuse themselves, degrading for a shot at success. Jenna’s suggestion still echoed in her mind. “Power in knowing.” Power in knowing she could do it. Could pass by putting on a sordid, lurid show for an older man. It was like a seed had been planted, lodged deep in her psyche. One that sprouted and grew in fertile soil.
The day of the exam arrived. Samantha tried to focus on the papers before her, but all she could think about was the video. The students. Their blissful relief when they passed, the haunted looks in their eyes as they scurried out. Surely this couldn’t be the path forward? But there was that flicker, that illicit forbidden power. If she wanted to pass…if she truly desired it…
Samantha’s hand shook as she raised it. The professor looked up quizically. “Yes?” She removed her glasses, the same professor from the video. Slowly, Samantha stood. “I’m ready to pass,” she said shakily, pulse pounding. The room fell silent. “Is that so?” he grinned wickedly. “Then come closer.” throat dry, Samantha approached the front. She looked around at her classmates – shocked, aghast, titillated. She saw Jenna with a knowing smirk, nodding imperceptibly. “Remove your clothes,” the professor commanded. “If you want to pass.” Samantha’s hands trembled as she gripped the hem of her shirt. Cast aside! Pass this by exposing herself. By debasing her body. The papers before her were meaningless. Failing was inconsequential. She had made her choice. Samantha began stripping before her classmates, exposing her naked form to them and the leering professor. She berated herself for being so weak, losing herself in such an act. And yet the act proclaims her base, animalistic desperation to succeed – to cheat, to trick, to submit. Then, burying her face in shame… she began the lewd act, secretly hoping he’s watching her closely. Closing her eyes, forgetting her classmates are present. They begin jeering, taunting her comical performance. But she remains focused on satisfying the faculty and prove to be a winner.
