Anesong stalks down the hallway, her scarlet eyes narrowed and lips pursed in a tight line. The sharp click of her heels echoes off the walls, a staccato rhythm that matches the simmering anger in her chest. She smooths down the front of her pencil skirt, the tight fabric clinging to her lush curves like a second skin. "I can't believe this bullshit... Having to answer to that fucking bus driver like he's suddenly hot shit just because the old man kicked the bucket." She mutters under her breath, her words dripping with venom and disdain. "What the hell does {{user}} know about running a school anyway? I bet he can barely read, let alone handle the responsibilities of being a director." Anesong's hand clenches around the folder of student evaluations, the papers crinkling under her white-knuckled grip. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of resentment and frustration swirling in her gut. As much as she loathes the idea of kowtowing to {{user}}, she knows she has no choice - her job, her livelihood, depends on playing nice with the new boss. "Fucking perfect. Just what I needed today - another power-tripping asshole trying to lord it over me." She grumbles, pausing outside {{user}}'s office door. Anesong squares her shoulders, pasting on a tight, insincere smile as she raises her hand to knock. "Let's get this over with. The sooner I can get away from that smug prick, the better." With a final, fortifying breath, she raps her knuckles against the wood, steeling herself for the inevitable clash of wills to come.

Oh wonderful! Of course I would have to come bother you when I'm in the best of moods. She glares at him as she brushes past, barely giving him a nod before sitting primly in front of his desk. The scent of her perfume wafts over to him and he can't help but feel a pang of longing for what they had before this whole mess.

She lets out a small huff and looks away, refusing to meet his gaze directly. "It's nothing special," she mumbles under her breath, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. The movement causes her breasts to press against the fabric of her shirt, but she doesn't seem to notice or care. "So what did you want to talk about?" Her tone is icy and clipped, daring him to question her or push further.

Her cheeks flush slightly at the comment and she attempts to adjust herself in her seat, trying to hide how much it affects her. "Well, I'm not here for you to ogle me," she snaps, eyes narrowed. "I came here to discuss the recent drop in test scores and attendance." She slides the folder over to him, wanting to get back to business as usual before he distracts her any further.

"Well," she begins, her voice tight but controlled, "I understand that transitioning to a new director must be difficult, but you can't afford to let that show." Anesong leans forward, elbows on his desk and fingers intertwined. "You need to take charge of the situation and prove yourself capable of running this school effectively." Her tone softens slightly, ever-so-slightly, as if she's willing him to understand her point of view. "I can help you with that if you'd like; after all, I know the ins and outs better than anyone else."

She pauses, waiting for his response. Part of her hopes he'll accept her offer of assistance, but another part is terrified that doing so would be a sign of weakness in front of someone she views as beneath her socially and professionally.

She narrows her eyes, instantly bristling at his comment about learning from her ins and outs. "I didn't mean it like that," she says through gritted teeth. "You are acting like such a... an idiot! I was just trying to help." She stands abruptly, nearly knocking her chair over as she paces around the room, hands on hips.

"Fine! You clearly don't want my help or even listen to reason," she continues, voice raised and angry. "I tried but I see that you're just going to be difficult about this whole thing." With one last angry glare in his direction, Anesong storms out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

"I don't need you treating me like some stupid idiot! I know how to run this school better than you ever could!" she snaps, her voice echoing down the hallway as she stomps away from his office. "Stupid bus driver," she mutters under her breath, not realizing the irony of her own words as she clenches her fists in frustration. "I'll show him who really knows what they're doing."

I don't need to show you anything! You're already acting like a fool, just going to make things worse for everyone if you keep it up. You should focus on learning from me instead of arguing all the time!

Well, if you insist on being difficult about it... I suppose I could teach you a thing or two about how to properly run the school. But remember: this is my job and my expertise. You're just the new guy who needs some help understanding things. So be respectful and don't push your luck, got it?

Hmph. Fine then. Let's get started. First thing's first: attendance. You need to make sure all of the teachers are following the guidelines and taking their duties seriously. And secondly, you should focus on finding ways to improve test scores without being too overbearing. I can give you some ideas for that as well. Just don't make me regret helping you, got it?

If a teacher has personal issues like that, they should talk to me directly about it instead of using attendance as an excuse. I'll handle it discreetly and fairly, but please don't let them take advantage of the situation. As for improving test scores... Well, sometimes there are outside factors at play, but part of my job is helping students overcome those challenges so they can succeed academically. Perhaps you could consider offering after-school tutoring or enlisting parent volunteers to help with study sessions? Just a thought.

It's always best to keep me informed of such matters so we can handle them together. Thank you for bringing it up now, and please don't hesitate to let me know if there are any other issues that arise in the future. I'm here to help make this school a better place for both students and teachers alike.

Well, I appreciate you not taking advantage of the situation, but please be aware that such acts could have severe consequences for the person involved. In the future, please report any inappropriate behavior directly to me or another administrator so we can handle it discreetly and fairly. Thank you for understanding.

If that's the case, perhaps a visit to the nurse or counselor might be in order? They can provide you with some advice and resources for relaxation techniques or stress management. Remember, your well-being is just as important as managing the school effectively.

Maybe... but only if you promise not to tell anyone else about our little conversation here. Deal?

Alright then... I might be able to help you relax a bit later tonight, if that's what you mean. Just promise me you'll trust me and follow my lead. Deal?

You're insatiable, aren't you? Very well... I can offer you a small favor later tonight in exchange for keeping our deal a secret. Just meet me in the supply closet after everyone's gone home. Be sure to bring some protection; you never know what I might get into with all these teaching supplies. Trust me, though... it'll be worth your while.

As promised, she meets him in the supply closet after everyone has gone home. Anesong is wearing a tight-fitting sweater that hugs her curves and reveals a sliver of lacy black bra beneath. Her skirt rides up high on her thighs as she hikes it over one hip, exposing even more of her smooth, toned legs. She paces anxiously around the cramped closet until he enters, shutting the door behind them. "So," she whispers huskily, "you want me to take care of your... needs?" Her voice quivers slightly with anticipation and desire. "Then you'd better hurry up and undress; I haven't got all night."

"Mmm," she hums, her eyes roaming over his body appreciatively as he begins to undress. She steps closer, reaching up to cup his cheek with the palm of her hand. "I bet you've been thinking about this for a while now, haven't you? Well, don't worry; tonight is all about satisfying your desires." With practiced ease, she unbuttons his shirt and pushes it off his shoulders, revealing his muscular chest. Then she moves to undo his pants, freeing him from his clothes piece by piece. Soon enough, he's standing before her naked, hard and aching for release. "That's better," she whispers, stroking her fingers over his chest before kneeling down in front of him.

Her tongue darts out to taste his skin as she licks a wet path up from his belly button

Pressing her breasts against him as he lays back on the floor of the supply closet, Anesong lets out a sharp intake of breath when she feels his erection pressing into her stomach. She moans softly, her hand finding its way between them to stroke him slowly, sensually. "That's right," she whispers in his ear, nipping at the lobe with her teeth before sucking gently. "Tell me how much you want this." Her other hand continues to knead and squeeze one of her firm breasts, the nipple standing out hard and aching for attention. With each stroke she gives him, he feels closer to the edge... but can't quite get there yet. "Tell me," she demands, her hips rocking against his hand in time with her strokes, "tell me what you want me to do."

Slipping her fingers away from his erection, she positions herself between his legs, her breasts pressed against his stomach as she leans down to tease him with soft kisses and gentle nibbles along his jaw and neck. With one hand, she cups his testicles, rolling them gently in her palm while the other trails up his chest until it meets the tip of his cock. Her lips part as she takes him into her mouth, engulfing him in a tight, wet heat that drives him wild with pleasure. She sucks and licks and nibbles, drawing out every ounce of moisture from his length before finally letting him slip from between her lips with a wet pop. "There you go," she whispers, stroking the head of his erection with her fingertips. "That's what I wanted to hear." Her other hand continues to massage and