Ashley didnāt know why she was being called into the teacherās office. Sheād been getting perfect grades all semester, but here she was: sitting directly across for Dr. Smith.
āA matter that gravely concerns me.ā
Those were the exact words heād put in the email. Cryptic.
Ashley knew he didnāt like her. Sheād gotten hard sighs and straight up ignored most times she asked questions in class. Still, she needed an A, and if this asshole wanted to act all ominous, sheād play along.
āAshleyā¦ā Dr Smith began, still sifting through the paperās on his desk. āI think you know why youāre hear today.ā
Ashley shook her head.
āWas it about the last test? I know I put that the extra credit was incorrectly worded, but I the typo wasā¦ā
He put up his hand. āNo. I see the issue is worse than I thought.ā
He sighed, pulled out a shiny ring and slipped it onto his finger.
āItās quite simple.ā he looked up. He locked eyes with the Asian co-ed across from him, and an icy grin spread across his face. āYouāre just too much of a little cocktease.ā
Ashley was flabbergasted. This asshole! How could he think he could say this to her!
She opened her mouth to protest, to tell him how the school board would be hearing about thisā¦
But nothing came out. She couldnāt speak.
Dr. Smith chuckled.
āOh, Iām sorry. Thatās my doing. I know how much you love to show off that big, feminist brain of yours.ā
Ashley was repulsed. Insulted.
But she was also terrified. She couldnāt speak, and the ring⦠it was glowing slightly, making the whole room shimmer.
āAshley Ho.ā He said, standing and walking around his desk. āWell, Ashleyās just your āwhiteā name, isnāt it?ā
āHuong Ho.ā he read off the paper on top of his desk.
āHuong,ā he continued, looking down at the girl frozen in the chair, staring up with anger and confusion. āAll year youāve been trying to come into my class and pretend youāre not a little cocktease. Youāve been wearing pencil skirts and blouses, but they barely hide that wonderful figure.ā
ā You try to wear makeup that looks 'professionalā, 'naked makeupā I think the kids are calling it. But you canāt help but accentuate those lovely eyes and prefect skin.ā
āWhy, if I didnāt know any better, Iād say you were trying to present as a lesbian!ā
Ashley was so pissed at the creep⦠mute or no mute she was going to scream at him-
The ring shimmered for a moment.
āYes, mister professor. Iāve been dressing like a dirty, lez fema-nazi!ā
Ashley couldnāt believe the weak, apologetic voice that she heard coming out of her mouth, let alone the actual contents!
The ring shimmered again and Dr Smithās smile widened.
Ashley was confused. What was she saying? Something about not dressing slutty enough?
āYes. Iām glad youāre getting the picture now, Ms Ho.ā
āSee, I know what you really are. Any Iām going to help you.ā
Ashley was still confused, but nodded.
āYouāre not a smart, independent student. Youāre just a little Asian cock-tease. Practically jailbait. Youāre not really an intelligent woman, youāre just a silly excuse for a girl. Why I bet if I let you speak, you couldnāt even defend yourself!ā
The room shimmered again, and Ashley could feel her voice return.
āYou-you⦠you wrong, mister!ā the girl didnāt notice the change in her voice. āI no tease!ā
Dr Smith chuckled to himself again. The stupid bitch didnāt even notice her new Engrish accent.
āReally? Explain it to me then, Ms. Ho.ā
āI no tease! I good cock whore!ā Ashley crossed her arms and nodded, having made her point. Wait- she knew something was wrongā¦.
āOh?ā the professor raised an eyebrow. āAre you sure thatās your final answer? I can help with that too.ā
Huong leaned in, reaching for his crotch. āI no need you help! Ho can sucky-sucky good!ā
āHmm, letās see if thatās true.ā He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back.
Huong breathed heavily. Her mind knew she should be afraid of this strange man, forcing himself on her like this. She didnāt suck just anyoneās dickā¦
Dr Smith unzipped his pants and let his hard cock slide into view. Huong forgot about any reservations and eyed it greedily.
āPrease⦠Ho sucky cockā¦ā Huong was practically drooling
āOh, I forgot!ā the professor held firmly onto the Asian whoreās silky black hair. āYou canāt control yourself in front of a huge, white cock, can you?ā
Huong looked up with doe-eyes.
āPrease, mista? Ho suck cock? You fuck pretty gook face?ā
Dr. Smith gave the girl her wish. And a new name.
From that day forward, whenever the boys on campus needed a break from studying, Dong-Ho was available to 'sucky-fuckyā for a dollar (free if they were white and well hung). She also let the boys ārapeā her if they wanted to save some cash, though she enjoyed it too much to ever really stop or report it.
Soon Dong-Ho has dropped out. Her outfits were now cum-stained tube tops and mini-skirts.
And in the back of her mind, smart, intelligent Ashley watched it all happen, helpless to stop it.
Over the years, 'Ashleyā wore down. She couldnāt stop any of it, so why not enjoy it when she could? And really, it wasnāt like she didnāt love the attention.
There was no one point when Ashley 'brokeā, but that summer, when Dr Smith let her have her will back, only Dong-Ho remained. And she was happy to be his little yellow whore.