WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 140: Erotic tutor session (1)

“You hired a WHAT?!”

A tutor. Her father had hired her a private tutor. The protests currently leaving Margo’s lips were really only for ceremony. It was hardly the first time that her father had threatened her with something like this. She was in her second year of college (Something that really she hadn’t failed out of totally because of her father's very generous donations.)

As far as she was concerned, anybody that her father hired was going to be fairly easy to manipulate. Margo knew that she was pretty, and there was a lot of money spent ensuring that she would look a certain way and fit in with a certain caliber of crowd. The way that Margo saw it, looking as good as she did, what was the point in going to school? She was just going to be married off like some socialite anyway, so really, what was the point in wasting her time. Sure, her grades were really starting to slip but there was simply too much to do on any given day. She had her priorities. Margo also felt that if her father had been so concerned with her acquiring her damned degree so badly, then he shouldn’t have forced her to change her major. Fashion design was perfectly adequate. Perfectly respectable for a girl like herself who already knew most of the designers on a first name basis these days. At least all of the ones that mattered.

He kept pretending like she needed some sort of fallback plan should anything happen. Margo’s only goal in attending the school in the first place was to look cute in her yoga pants and to end one of these semesters with a giant rock on that very important finger. No more, no less.

“A tutor. I don’t know what else you expect me to do here.” Margo’s father sighed, scrubbing his hands down his face in pure exasperation. “I’m not going to continue DUMPING money into that institution if you’re not going to apply yourself, and as you REFUSE to get a job or ANY life skills, this is what we are going to have to do.”

Margo’s eyes rolled followed by a long suffering sigh. She missed the way that her father's lip twitched in response, already attempting to busy herself with her phone in an effort to further ignore the rest of the conversation that he was attempting to have with her.

“So help me child you will get your head out of the clouds if I have to beat it into you.” There was no threat in his tone despite the words' implications. Margo’s father was rubbing at the bridge of his nose to calm the temper threatening to flare up.

“If it’s so important to you, Daddy, then why don’t you just take the tests for me?” Margo droned, lifting a single eyebrow in challenge.

Her father didn’t take the bait. “I’ve hired the tutor Margo, you will not miss a single session - then, when you’ve finished your sessions, we will discuss your future again in a way that I sincerely hope will be received in a new light.”

There was something ominous in his tone, strange enough to cause Margo to put down the phone and watch her father as he left the room. He hadn’t spoken to her in such a final way in as long as she could remember. Perhaps it was nothing, and every single part of her wanted to object to these sessions. She wasn’t as stupid as she pretended to be, it was just part of the image that she had to maintain.

“No, go upstairs and get dressed, Mr. Edlund will be here in an hour.”

The door only barely didn’t slam shut on the way out of the room. Whatever her father could have possibly meant, she was going to look her very best for whoever this poor soul was. He wasn’t even going to know what hit him. Margo resolved in that moment that she would have him eating out of the palm of her hand in less than five minutes.