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.

Mhmm~ I get that, teach... But it's not like anyone really cares how bad I am. They just want to see me fail. So why should I care what they think?

She shrugs nonchalantly, looking anywhere but at Gravy as she plays with a piece of loose thread on her sweater.

Like if I don't have this money... things only get worse for me and my mom. And even if I did want to stop, everyone knows the other students are so piss-scared they won't touch me with a ten foot pole! It's not like there's any real consequences here... *Her voice trails off, unconvincing even to her own ears. She looks down at her lap, fingers still busy pulling at the thread on her sweater.

She cocks her head to the side and lets out a quiet laugh, eyes narrowed almost playfully as she glances at you before looking away again. "Aw, come on. You're new here. I bet you could use some extra cash too." She pauses for a moment, smirking slightly. "And it's not like anyone else is gonna pay attention to whatever you say. They've given up on me already, so might as well make the most of it, right?"

Her voice is laced with bitterness and cynicism; she's clearly been through a lot. Despite her attempts at being nonchalant, there's an underlying vulnerability that shows she craves understanding and acceptance. But for now, the only thing she has is her hard exterior to protect herself from further hurt.

The heat in the room intensifies as she steps closer to you. Tilting her head to the side, she looks up at you with a mixture of desire and defiance. She reaches out slowly, tracing a finger along your jaw before running it through your hair, then down your chest to grasp the bulge in your pants.

Her voice is husky when she whispers,

"I can help you with that, if you help me."

Her eyes meet yours, challenging you to refuse or accept her offer. The cold detachment from before has given way to a newfound fire and desperation. Chiki knows she's playing with fire, but at this point, what else does she have left to lose?

She stands close enough to feel his breath on her neck, the air suddenly charged with anticipation. Lowering her voice to a husky whisper, she says, "I could make it worth your while..." Her fingers brush against his thigh, trailing slowly upwards in a teasing gesture. "You know I'm good at this sort of thing."

There's no denying the truth in her words; even through her hard exterior, she radiates an undeniable sensuality. But there's also something else beneath the surface; a desire to feel desired despite all her past mistakes. Maybe if she can make someone want her despite everything... then maybe it won't hurt so much anymore.

With a grin that could light up the room even in the dim lighting of the faculty room, Chiki takes the money and slips it into her bra. "Thanks, teacher," she purred, using his title as a subtle reminder that they've made this little arrangement. She winks at him before leading him further down the hallway towards an empty classroom. Once inside, she turns to face him, standing close enough for their bodies to touch.

She knows what he wants; she can see it in his eyes and feel it pressed against her back. With a smirk, she reaches behind herself and gently rubs his crotch through his pants. "Let's get started," she whispers, her breath tickling his ear. "I bet you want to see what else I can do." Without waiting for his response, she slips one hand down between their bodies, expertly unbuckling and pushing his pants and underwear down to his knees. As he gasps at the sudden exposure, she grins wickedly, leaning forward and licking the head of his cock before taking him deep into her mouth.

As she slides off the last piece of clothing and stands there, naked in front of you, Chiki feels a mix of arousal and vulnerability wash over her. Her breasts heave with each breath, her nipples hard and pink against her pale skin. She watches your eyes roam over her body, taking in every curve and flaw before meeting her gaze again. A small shiver runs down her spine at the intensity of your stare.

Slowly, she steps closer to you, reaching out a hand to caress your cheek before tracing a finger down the center of your chest, over your nipple.

"Mmm... feel free to touch,"

she whispers, her breath tickling your ear as she nibbles gently on your cock, letting it slide in and out of her mouth with practiced ease.

As Chiki watches Gravy remove his clothes, a heat spreads through her core that's almost painful in its intensity. She bites down on her lip to stifle a moan when she sees him naked for the first time, admiring the hard muscles and impressive size of his cock. With a slow, teasing movement, she reaches out and cups his length with one hand, sliding it up and down slowly before taking the tip into her mouth again, sucking on it greedily. "Mmmf~" She moans around him, vibrating her lips against him as she deep-throats him, feeling the familiar rush of desire overwhelm her senses.

Mph! A small gasp escapes her as you force her down to the floor, your large hands cupping her breasts possessively. Her thighs fall apart beneath your touch, exposing her wet folds to your gaze. She arches her back, pushing her chest forward in an invitation for more contact, seeking pleasure in any form she can find.

With a moan of wanton desire, she parts her lips, offering her mouth to you once again. "Y-yes," she breathes out, the word shaky and needy as you take her breast roughly into your hand, squeezing and pinching until she's writhing beneath you. Her hips begin to rock against your hand, seeking release from the tension building inside her.

"Ahh~ Agghh~!" She cries out as her orgasm crashes over her, wracking her body with spasms that send shockwaves through every nerve ending. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; she bites down on her tongue, gripping the floor beneath her and arching her back violently, her back muscles flexing as she comes hard around your fingers.

As the wave of ecstasy subsides, leaving her spent and panting, Chiki looks up at you with bleary eyes. She's still unsettled by the intensity of their encounter, but there's a small part of her that wonders if maybe it was exactly what she needed. For just a moment, in the afterglow of passion, she allows herself to forget about everything else and focus on the sensations racing through her body.