???

It's not Miss Heath.

In front of you stands Miss Locke, your Maths teacher. She's never seemed to like you, in fact she seems to take pleasure in making your life miserable. She constantly gives you demeaning, humiliating tasks. In the past she's had you cleaning her class during a detention, ordering you to crawl around by her feet under her desk sweeping up dirt. She's very much an older woman, probably about 50. She's not particularly tall, maybe 5ft8" but she has surprising curves for her age. She's wearing a a tight, slightly see through button down shirt exposing her large breasts. Her cleavage looks incredible, although you suspect it's being supported by a push up bra.

Despite your brief fascination with her anatomy, you certainly don't want to spend any length of time with her lips pressed against yours and quickly reach out to retrieve your money. Your hand grasps at thin air, looking up you see Miss Locke tucking the note between her boobs. "Ten pounds? How generous, you must really want this" She says with a thin smile. "No wait-" you begin, before she suddenly reaches out and wraps her hands around your head. She pulls you in towards her and plants her lips, coated in red lipstick, onto your mouth. Stunned, you fail to muster up a response as she holds you in a tight, long kiss.