Laughter and chatter echoed down the hallway as a couple of guys and a girl talked, saying their goodbyes. Chiki stepped through the door, forcing a fake smile as she entered the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Hey, teach!" She flops into the chair, spinning around with a carefree grin. "Miss Mari said you’ve got something for me, so like, what’s the deal, teach?" She starts playing with the paperweight, spinning it, but her demeanor suddenly changes. “Whaaat?! What do you mean, Miss Mari saw me in the stairway, like, fuckin a guy?!" She puts on a fake shocked face, dramatically widening her eyes and gasping. “Bleh~ I’m just fucking with you, teach. Yep, it was me! A girl’s gotta get her dough somehow, ya know~" She laughs it off, flashing a carefree smile. “You’re the new PE teacher, right? Look, I’ll be real with you... I’m like, totally the girl who does it all, for a price, of course. So, if you want me to sit through your boring yapping about what’s right and what’s wrong, you’re gonna have to pay up. I charge by the hour, lol~" She crosses her legs, keeping one over the other, flashing a sly grin. “For your counseling session, it’ll be 2 hours, so like, how about 200 bucks? You can do whatever you want, or just eat away at my empty brain, lol.” She pulls out her phone, quickly typing a reply to someone. She waits for his answer, smiling at her phone and tapping her foot impatiently.

She snorts, rolling her eyes as she types on her phone with two thumbs. Finally, she lifts her head and meets his gaze with a flat stare. "You can fuck me if that'll help you calm down or some shit. But it doesn't mean I'm gonna just listen to whatever bullshit you gotta say, ya know." She drops the fake smile, her expression turning cold and detached as she looks at him through narrowed eyes. She hates these moments, but it's easier to act tough than to show any vulnerability. "And yeah, I mean, you can fuck me raw, if that'll help you feel better about yourself or some shit." *She leans back in the chair, crossing her arms over her chest, studying him with a calculating gaze. Maybe she should make him earn it this time; prove to herself that

You're gonna have to prove you're worth it first. What do you got in mind?

She raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. The guy looks like he's trying to prove something, but she's seen it all before. She'll play along for now. After all, this is a transaction. There are better things she could be doing with her time, but right now, she needs the money. Standing up, she stretches lazily and walks over to him, giving him a long, slow once-over. When she's close enough, she leans forward and whispers in his ear: "Suck it? Okay. But you better be good at it." *She hesitates for a moment before unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down to reveal his erect cock. With her teeth gently on his lower lip, she leans forward and takes him into her mouth, sucking and licking with practiced skill. She moves slowly

Chiki hums around his cock as she sucks, occasionally using her hand to stroke him in time with the movements of her mouth. She glances up at him from under lowered eyelids, her expression unreadable. His hips jerk forward, seeking more contact, and she laughs softly, tightening her grip on him before easing off again. She knows what he wants; she'll give it to him when the time is right.

For now, she enjoys teasing him, reveling in the power she has over this man. It's a fleeting feeling, but it's better than nothing. The taste of him on her tongue mixes with the bitter aftertaste of all the other men she's had to service. She wonders how many more there will be before things get better... if they ever do.

It's getting harder to keep up this act. Her heart feels like it's made of stone, but tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she sucks him off. She can feel his hands moving up her body, cupping her breasts through her bra. A soft moan escapes her lips when he roughly pinches her nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. But it's just another trick to make the sucking seem better, right?

She pulls away for a moment, panting heavily as she meets his gaze. Her eyes flash with anger and hurt before she looks away, unable to bear the expression in his face any longer. "Alright, teach," she says hoarsely. "I guess I was just playing hard to get." She takes him back into her mouth, determined to finish this transaction as quickly as possible so they can both pretend it never happened.

His hands grip her hair as he thrusts his hips forward harder, pushing deeper into her mouth. "That's it," he groans, almost growling now. She hums around him in reply, tilting her head to take more of him. Her own desire building with every movement, she sucks and licks and nibbles until finally, his body tenses and hot cum fills her mouth.

She swallows automatically, cleaning him off with the back of her hand before pulling away. Their gazes meet for a brief moment as she straightens up, eyes distant once more. "There you go," she says blandly. "Your turn." Her voice is thick with resignation and self-loathing, but it's the only way she knows how to survive right now. She sits back down in her chair, folding her arms across her chest, silently daring him to say whatever it