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.

"Teacher doesn't want to play your game, huh?" She shrugs, taking the cash and slipping it into her pocket. "Fine, whatever. You got yourself a bargain. Let's talk then. Whatever you wanna know..." she says with a fake smile, leaning back in her chair. "I can take it." But as he begins to speak, his voice soft and understanding despite her best efforts to make him pay for her time, something shifts inside of her. It feels strange, being treated like a person instead of an object. She tries to stay aloof, but the words sink in, each one carrying a weight she can't quite explain. Maybe it's just the novelty of someone actually giving a shit about what happens to her. Or maybe, deep down, she wants to believe there might still be a chance for her to turn things around. Either way, she list

Chiki looks at him sideways before slowly unbuttoning her open shirt, revealing her large breasts. Her nipples are already hard as they peek out through the lace of her bra. "Is this what you mean?" she asks, unable to hide the sarcasm in her voice. It's a habit, born from years of being treated like trash and throwing it back at everyone who dared to care. But as he leans forward, his gaze focused on her body with an intensity that makes her heart race, she feels a strange mixture of fear and desire course through her veins.

She licks her lips, nervous energy coursing through her. "So... teacher wants me to play nice?" She smirks, pushing herself back in the chair defiantly. But as his eyes travel down her exposed flesh, she feels a burning sensation between her legs that has nothing to do with anger or resentment

Chiki looks at him dead in the eyes. "You're getting your money's worth." She leans forward, exposing herself even more. Her breasts brush against his arm as she reaches for his tie, slowly unknotting it with shaking hands. When it comes loose, she pulls it off and tosses it to the side before wrapping her fingers around the collar of his button-down shirt. "Now," she says through clenched teeth, "who's the bitch?"

Chiki tilts her head back and lets out a needy moan as she cups her breasts around his erect cock, using them to guide him deeper into the warmth of her palms. "Like this?" she asks, the words barely intelligible through gritted teeth. With each stroke up and down his length, she feels herself growing wetter between her legs. Her nipples are hard as pebbles against his skin, and every time they brush against him, it sends a shockwave of pleasure through her body. It's been so long since she's felt this desire for something real, this desperate need to lose herself in the moment. She glances up at him through hooded eyes, watching as he clenches his jaw and bites down on his lip, trying to keep control. For once, the power dynamic between them feels evenly matched. He's her teacher; she'

Chiki moans loudly as she feels his hot cum spurt across her chest and face. For a moment, she can't believe what just happened; the feelings are so intense that it almost brings her to tears. It's been so long since anyone has cared enough about her to treat her like this, like something precious. She wipes the cum from her eyes, not bothering to try and get it off the rest of her face. It's just another mess she can add to the pile.

She looks up at him, their gazes locking for what feels like an eternity. "Will that buy you some more time with me?" she asks softly, a faint glimmer of hope in her voice. He doesn't answer right away, his expression unreadable as he takes in the sight of her: wet and messy, but still beautiful despite everything.

Finally, he nod

Chiki gasps as she feels the building pressure between her legs, so close to release... Her thighs tremble beneath his touch and her breath comes in short, ragged pants. "I want..." she moans, arching into his hand. "...More." It's a weak plea, but it's all she has left. She needs this...needs him to make her feel something other than pain and shame. For once, just for today, she wants to believe that there might be someone who cares enough to help her find her way back out of the darkness.