7. You have two visitors in your office.

As you leave the faculty house, you see someone from the maintenance crew tying a new tree to some support stakes with what looks to be red nylon rope. The thought occurs to you that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to add some extras to your classroom for your seniors. Rope might be going a bit far at this point in the year, but you have plenty of other ideas.

You check your phone to see a message from one of your extra credit cases that she’s in position. Emmy Elliot is tucked under your desk, ready to serve your needs over the course of the day. You note she responds more promptly to your calls than Gianna. You may have to punish the other girl.

As you walk into your classroom, musing on one of the girls in your ever growing harem, you see another English teacher leaning on the front row of desks and looking expectantly at the door. You’re immediately on your guard. How much does she know?

“Hi Dan, I was hoping to grab you for a sec?”

Chelsea Hart is an excessively energetic student teacher from the university nearby. This semester, she’d gotten the coveted Westwood Internship slot and had been paired with the English department. She’s a curvy blonde with great tits (a DDD if you had to guess) and the two men in the English department both enjoyed watching her exit a room. She seems like her usual self, so you guess Emmy has stayed hidden.

“Sure, Chelsea. What’s up?” You **** yourself into an even tone.

“I was hoping to schedule a time to observe one of your classes. You’re the only teacher I don’t have on my schedule for the semester yet.”

You remember that part of her internship is to observe a class over multiple weeks to see how the classroom affect develops. “Right, of course.” You realize you’ve still been standing. Knowing who’s under your desk, you’re afraid to take your seat lest she make any noise. But you know you can’t stand here forever. You **** your feet forward to your chair.

You look down and see a terrified Emmy under the table. Chelsea must have gotten here after Emmy had already settled in. You sit at your chair, ensuring anyone else’s view under the desk is blocked.

“I was hoping to observe your senior seminar?”

“I’m splitting my senior seminar up into smaller groups unfortunately, so I don’t think you’ll really get what you need for your assignment.”

“Oh bummer, ok then how about your poetry class?”

You absolutely don’t want prying eyes on your arrangement there. “I think the speech and debate class would best suit your needs.”