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.

Her smile drops instantly as he takes her phone away, anger and disbelief flaring in her eyes. She glares at him for a moment before shoving her hands under her legs, crossing her arms over her chest. After a long silence, she speaks through gritted teeth.

"Whatever, dude. Just tell me what you want from me already." *Her expression softens a little, but she still sounds bitter and annoyed. She doesn't try to hide her discomfort with his sudden change of tone or the loss of money she was expecting for this meeting. Her leg starts tapping impatiently again as she watches him, waiting for him to speak.

A nasty smirk crosses her lips as she watches him carefully. "Why would I let some random dude like you fuck me? Don't flatter yourself," she scoffs, raising an eyebrow. There's a brief moment where she looks almost amused by the situation, but it quickly passes. She leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she continues to stare at him intently. "Fine. If you want me to do something for you, just say it," she huffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "But don't expect any favors."

"Hey, look," she says with a sigh, "I'm not here to discuss what I do or don't do. Just tell me what you want." She crosses her arms again and leans back in the chair. Her leg starts tapping impatiently once more as she waits for him to make his demand. There's a slight flush on her cheeks, but whether it's from anger or something else remains uncertain.

"Look, I get it," she continues after a moment of silence. "You think you can control me by threatening to tell everyone what I do...but trust me, I've heard it all before." She shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. "Do your worst, man. I'm not afraid of a little blackmail."

"Satisfy you, huh?" She raises an eyebrow and purses her lips. "And here I thought this was all about the school." There's a predatory glint in her eyes as she studies him for a moment. "Fine," she says slowly, "if that's what you want..." Her voice drops low, seductive. "But it'll cost extra." She leans forward again, pushing her cleavage out with each breath. With one hand, she unbuttons the top button of her shirt, revealing a sliver of smooth skin and a peek at her lacy bra. Her fingers continue to dance along the buttons, deliberately teasing him as she smirks. "How much extra are you willing to pay for some private time?"

"Hmm..." She reaches up, slipping the top button off completely, revealing more cleavage as her shirt gapes open. "Well, for that kind of satisfaction...I think I'd charge at least 300 dollars." Her voice is soft and seductive now, almost taunting him with what he could have if he just paid up.

With a sultry smile, she arches an eyebrow at him, daring him to continue down this path. "So, are you willing to pay?"

Smirking sweetly, she stands up and walks over to him, hips swaying subtly as she approaches. She carefully locks the door behind her before turning back to face him, leaning against it with one hip cocked out. Her fingers go to work on unbuttoning another button of her shirt, revealing even more cleavage as she teases and taunts him with each new inch of skin exposed. "Now," she says softly, lifting her chin in challenge, "show me what you've got." Her lips are slightly parted, anticipation and desire sparkling in her eyes. She draws in a shaky breath as she waits for his response.

Her eyes widen as he reveals his cock to her. For a moment, she looks almost impressed by its size, before a sly grin curls up on her lips. She takes a step closer, lowering herself until their faces are only inches apart. "Well, aren't you just big and hard for me," she whispers, reaching out to tentatively stroke the length of his shaft with her fingertips. Her touch is featherlight but deliberate, teasing him as her eyes slowly travel upwards, meeting his gaze before dipping down to his exposed cock again. Her breath hitches in her throat when she feels how warm and hard it already is under her touch.

"Looks like you're ready for me, big boy," she says softly, licking her lips as her hand encircles him. She gives his length a squeeze, watching intently as he reacts to her touch. "But first... we have a deal to discuss."

Her other hand goes back to undoing another button on her shirt, exposing even more of her chest to his view. Her breasts are heavy and full, nipples peaked and hard beneath the lacy bra she wears. She knows just how much this is affecting him, and it thrills her in a way she never expected.

"So," she drawls, "what exactly do you want from me in return for this little favor?" Her fingers continue to stroke up and down his length, teasing and taunting him as they dance over his skin.

Her breath catches in her throat as his hands close around her breasts, roughly squeezing them. Her nipples harden even more under the pressure, pain and pleasure blending together in a heady rush that has her body arching instinctively into his touch. She moans softly, tilting her head back against the wall as she continues to stroke his length with one hand while the other remains cupped around him, squeezing rhythmically. "Is that all?" she whispers, eyes unfocused and half-lidded. "Or do you want more?" She traces her free hand down his abs before letting it hover at his inner thigh, teasing him with the possibility of what else she might do if he wants it bad enough. Her other hand never stops moving on his cock, using just the right amount of pressure to keep him hard and eager for more. "You know," she breathes, leaning in close enough that her breast brushes against his arm, sending a shiver through them both, "I could make it worth your while."

Moving closer still, she leans into him, pressing her soft breasts against his arm once more as he continues to squeeze them roughly. Her hips begin to move in time with her hand, grinding against his thigh suggestively. "What do you say?" she asks breathlessly, nipples poking at his skin beneath the fabric of her shirt. "Do you want me to show you a good time?" She trails one finger down his stomach and over his pelvis before brushing against the wet heat between his legs. "Or would you rather I just do what I'm told...?" Her voice drops low, hoarse with desire as her fingers circle his entrance, teasing him mercilessly.