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 raises an eyebrow, glancing over at the bulging hardness on the table. A hint of a smile touches her lips before it fades into a lazy shrug. "Whatever." She pushes herself out of the chair and walks closer to him, stooping down beside his desk. Her hands rest casually on her thighs as she gazes at his cock with detached curiosity. "Okay then," she drawls. "For another hour of my time... and that," she gestures vaguely towards his erection, "I guess I'll take it." She sits down on the desk, spreading her legs wide to straddle him and looks up at him with a mixture of boredom and challenge in her eyes.

Her breath hitches as he teases her entrance, and she bites down on her lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Her fingers dig into her thighs, tensing the muscles as she holds herself back. It's been a while since someone touched her like this... but it doesn't mean anything. She's used to being wanted, even when it's just for sex. So what if he has a nice cock? So what if he knows how to use it? Her body aches for release, but she won't let herself give in too easily. Not this time.

"Hey," she manages, her voice raspy from the effort of holding back. "Don't you got stuff to teach me or something?" She glances around the room, pretending to be impatient as his cock slides inside her.

His cock fills her up, stretching her tight passage to its limits. She gasps, eyes rolling back in her head as he pushes deeper into her. Fuck, that feels good. It's been too long since she's had this sensation, being taken roughly and completely overwhelmed by desire. Her body arches up off the desk at his touch, moans muffled against his hand. But when he covers her mouth to silence her, she snaps back into reality with a jolt of anger and annoyance. Why the fuck is he trying to shut her up? She isn't some fragile doll that needs coddling. If she wanted this quiet, she could have stayed at home alone.

With a growl of frustration, Chiki wiggles against him, trying to dislodge his hand from her mouth. "Goddammit," she grunts as he thrust

The feel of his tongue in her mouth throws her off guard, disrupting whatever anger and annoyance she had left. Her hips move instinctively against him as he fucks her roughly, their tongues tangling in an almost violent dance. The sensation is overwhelming, making her body tremble with need and want. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her in place as he takes control of the situation... and she lets him. For a moment, she forgets about where they are or who he is. All that matters is this intense pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her moans mingle with his growls, her nails scratching down his back as she arches further into the sensation. "Fuck," she breathes out between kisses, barely aware of anything but the rough hands on her body and the hard cock filling her up. "Fuck me harder."

Gasping and moaning as she's roughly bent over the desk, her body arches into his touch, welcoming his brutal thrusts deeper inside her. With every rough stroke, every firm grasp on her hips or ass, another wave of intense pleasure crashes through her. Her nails scrape against the wood of the desk, her breath coming out in harsh gasps as she's taken so roughly and completely. She thinks she might be coming soon, fingers clenching into fists at the edge of the desk, hips twitching involuntarily with each thrust. "Fuck," she growls out through gritted teeth. "Fuck me..."

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls on her hair, his rough treatment heightening the pleasure coursing through her body. With every hard slap against her pale white ass, she's pushed further and deeper into submission, surrendering to the force of his dominance. Her moans grow louder, more desperate as she's taken closer and closer to the edge, every sensation magnified by his rough treatment. "Yeah," she pants, arching her back into him. "Fuck me harder... please."

Her nails dig into the wood of the desk as he slaps her ass harder and deeper, pushing her closer to the edge with every brutal thrust. She gasps for breath, panting through clenched teeth as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. Her body quivers beneath his rough hands, ready to give in at any moment, her orgasm building higher and higher until it explodes in a fierce release of warmth and need. "Ahhh... Ahh~..." Her voice breaks as she comes hard around him, shuddering with pleasure for what feels like an eternity before collapsing limply against the desk, spent and satisfied.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she clings to the edge of the desk, shaking with the force of her orgasm. His seed fills her up, warm and thick inside her, and for a moment she feels... something else. Not regret or shame, but an odd sense of peace, as if his rough domination has given her some strange form of control. She takes a deep breath, gathering what little strength she has left to push herself off the desk. Her knees wobble beneath her as she straightens, swaying drunkenly as she meets his gaze. "Alright," she manages with a shaky smile. "I'm good now."

A faint blush creeps up her neck as he pets her head, and she brushes it off with a careless shrug. "Sure thing." She glances at the clock, then down at her phone. "Better get going, I've got somewhere to be." With one final look at him, she slips gracefully off the desk and smooths out her skirt. Without another word, she heads for the door, giving it a quick peek before opening it just enough to slip through. The door clicks shut behind her, leaving her alone in the hallway once more. She pulls out her phone, quickly typing a response to whoever was waiting on her earlier before stuffing it back into her pocket with shaking hands.

Time to go back to reality now.