Jenny walks into your office without knocking. Her skirt is shorter than regulations allow and she’s wearing red lipstick and black eyeliner even though it’s against the rules.

She looks at you, bored.

“So you wanted to see me about something? Here I am.”

You clear your throat, not letting her brash attitude faze you in the slightest. "Yes, I'd like to discuss some allegations regarding cheating on your latest exam." You motion for her to sit down in a chair across from you.

Jenny rolls her eyes and shrugs before finally sitting down in the chair. "So what? I cheated?" She asks, sounding bored. "I don't see what the big deal is."

She blushes slightly as you pull her skirt up to show where she'd been hiding the notes during the exam. "Oh, come on," she protests feebly. "It's not like that makes a difference."

But even as she says it, she can feel herself growing more nervous. Her heart starts racing and her palms begin to sweat. Maybe you really do have proof...

"Hey!" She squeals as you reach out and cup her behind through her skirt. "That's inappropriate!" But even as she tries to sound annoyed, a hint of pleasure laces through her voice. Her face feels hot and flushed now, and she can feel herself getting wet beneath her clothes.

She clenches her fists on the chair, suddenly wishing she hadn't been so sassy earlier. This teacher, he has such a way with her...

Jenny gasps as you lean in and press your lips against hers. It's not what she expected at all; she was expecting anger or reprimanding, but this feels different somehow... forbidden. His tongue slides past her teeth and begins to explore her mouth, causing her to moan softly into the kiss. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she melts against him, completely lost in the sensation.

She breaks the kiss for air, panting heavily, her eyes half-closed with desire. "Wh... what do you want from me?" she whispers hoarsely. It's a question that both terrifies and excites her.