MILF Tutor's Naughty Gamble

Cody was an all-star quarterback, but he can't get into college unless his grades improve. Hired to tutor the horny teen, sexy MILF Bailey Frazier finds herself accepting an outrageous bet. If Cody gets his grades up, she'll strip for him! But there's no way the meathead athlete can actually do it. Can he? Find out in "MILF Tutor's Naughty Gamble!"

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"The French and Indian War," she said, her voice taking on the tones of the classroom, "Is what we call it in North America. In Europe, it was named the Seven Years' War, and it was the first true world war. All the major powers of Europe were drawn in. In Europe, it was the French, the Spanish, the Austrian Empire and Russia against Great Britain, Prussia, Portugal and several smaller Germanic states. In North America, it was Great Britain and the colonists against the French and many of their Native American allies. But you might be surprised that the entire war was basically begun by George Washington and for the love of God would you stop staring at my breats?" Heat crept up the back of her neck as she glared at the young man, who had almost immediately fallen into his customary classroom torpor, his vacant gaze fastened on her chest. "I can assure you, there won't be any questions about my bra size on the final. So you should probably start concentrating on something else, Cody."

Cody grinned roguishly. "But they're such pretty breasts, Miss Frazier."

She stared at him. "You just did not say that."

"Why not? It's true."

Bailey swallowed. She hated men like Cody. Hated the way they automatically assumed that with a little bit of charm, a grin and a wink and a clever line they could have any woman they wanted.

She looked into Cody's handsome, grinning face, with its shock of wavy black hair, the dimpled chin, the dark blue eyes, and felt her jaw harden. Even the beak of a nose only seemed to heighten his arrogance.

"The state of my chest," she said, hating the quaver in her voice, "is not your concern." She dug into her pocket until she felt paper under her fingers. She pulled out the check Cody's father had given her and placed it, very carefully, on the desk. "Either start treating me with the respect I deserve, as your teacher, an adult, and a woman, or take this back to your father and find someone else to spoon-feed you."

He made no move to pick up the check. "I've got something else in mind."

"What?"

"I've always wanted to know what your body looked like, under those clothes. You should dress nicer, you know. You have the figure for it.

"I get my grades up to a C, in both of your classes, and you let me see you naked."

Bailey gaped at him. "You cannot be serious!"

He shrugged, broad shoulders rippling. "What do you say, Miss Frazier?" Cody grinned. "They say there's nothing like a little motivation. I get a carrot and you get a sausage."

"You're not giving anything to me," she snapped in reply.

"And anyway," she said dismissively, her mind churning over the numbers. "There's no way you could get your grade up that high. You'd need something like ninety percent in American History. And even better in World History."

"Then there's no risk in taking the bet, is there?"