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I guess my GPA really stands for 'Get Pounded Always' now. I remember tearfully begging one of my professors, promising I'd do *anything* to pass his class. He leaned back, looked me over, and said, "Anything?" with that knowing smirk. Next thing I knew, my ass was pressed against his desk and my dignity was on the floor with my panties. Turns out it's a foolproof system. Now I don't crack a single textbook, just spread my legs whenever a syllabus looks scary. My schedule is just parties and professor appointments. They get their fun, I get my A's. Who needs study groups when you can just be the campus cumdump? Honestly, it's a sweet deal. A few minutes on my knees or bent over a desk, and another A is in the bag. College would be so much harder if I actually had to do the work instead of just taking dick. ...And then I got pregnant The positive test explained why I'd been feeling so tired between all the partying and professor visits. For a second I panicked, until I realized this just made my system even better. Now when I show up at office hours looking queasy, they get nervous. One of my professors actually started sweating when I mentioned morning sickness. They're all so terrified their wife or the dean will find out that they're falling over themselves to accommodate me. Another bumped my B+ to an A+ the moment I subtly rubbed my stomach during our meeting. They think a pregnancy means trouble, but really it's just extra leverage. Who knew getting knocked up would be the ultimate academic hack? Now I don't even have to put out as much, just the threat of paternity claims keeps those grades coming. Don't tell my boyfriend about this, he's clueless.