My Professor (illustrated letter)
One way to deal with him would be to come on really strong and tell him that the only reason I dress so revealingly in his class is that I've been hoping ever since I first saw him that he'd make a pass at me. I could go on about how much his sensitivity excites me, and what a misunderstood genius he is, and all sorts of crap like that. Then, I'd say I now realize that I misjudged him, and that I never meant to hurt him. I would fall into his arms, "confessing" all my hidden love and desire for him.
I knew that would work, but then he'd fall madly in love with me, and I'd have to keep up the charade until after graduation -- more than two semesters away. Otherwise, since he's tenured and influential at the school, he could make things really difficult for me with some of my other professors. While I knew I was quite capable of this sort of subterfuge, the thought of keeping it up with him for more than a little while was just too distateful for me.
Fortunately, I knew of a better, less trying and much more enjoyable way to get him to willingly give me my "A".