He has to, but he's not happy about it

John took off his tie slowly. He rolled an end around each hand and then pulled the middle across the top of the boot dangling in front of him. He clenched his jaw authoritatively and said, “I'm only doing this because-”

“You're doing it because I own you,” interrupted Mindy. She called someone on her phone as she spoke. “Don't try to pretend you have any control, we both know you want to keep your job. Now be quiet and polish my boots, Mommy has a call.” To her phone she said, “Syd? You got that file I sent, right? I know! Yeah, that recorder app was the best three bucks I ever spent.”

John worked his tie across the shiny black boot in front of him, slowly losing the thread of the phone conversation as he became more and more aware of the shapely legs within the boots. Mindy's thighs were thick and strong. Her hips swelled wonderfully, then narrowed into a small, tight waist. Of course, that led his eyes to her chest. She had to be at least a D cup. He really wished she had taken his deal, he'd have loved to have given her As in exchange for sliding his cock between those Ds.

Then Mindy said something that got his attention again.

“Hell yeah! Confessions always sound best when sung!” said Mindy into her phone. She saw the spooked look in John's eyes and pulled the phone away from her ear to talk to him. “Syd's an awesome sound engineer. We're going to autotune your little indecent proposal into the next youtube hit.”

As John's jaw dropped, he stopped polishing her boot. Mindy pumped her leg up, kicking him in the chest. She switched her legs so the other one was crossed on top. “I didn't say stop! If you don't want this video to be on youtube, you'd better get back to work, Doe.” John went back to polishing with a snarl on his face and Mindy went back to her phone conversation. “Sorry Syd, what were you saying? A horse? That's awesome! What? Why would that be a problem? Oh, gee whiz Syd, how will we ever get a picture of his face?”

Mindy shoved the phone in front of John's face. When he looked up she snapped a picture, momentarily blinding him with th flash. She pressed a couple quick buttons and said, “How's that? Perfect! Make sure you-know-what is really small. Yeah, super tiny. Okay, talk to you later.”

The punk girl ended the call and set the cell phone on the desk. “Syd's awesome. I'm thinking of kicking the bassist out of my band and giving Syd his spot.”

“Will Syd have to suck everyone's cock to get in the band, like you did?” said John with some satisfaction.

Mindy laughed hard, rocking back on the teacher's desk. John couldn't help noticing that this made her large breasts jiggle way too much for her to be wearing a bra. His hard cock ached to get inside her hot body, despite how she was treating him.

When Mindy recovered from the laugh fit she said, “Everybody gets that rumor wrong. Yeah, there was oral sex and begging involved in getting me into the band. But I wasn't on the giving end of either.”

Mindy's eyes roved over her teacher's body. She licked her lips. “Speaking of sex and humiliation... I think it's time for your next task.”