Make Ms. Love beg

The bell rings and all the other students stand up and leave. You create a piece of paper and walk over to Ms. Love.

"Ms. Love? I have that teacher evaluation you wanted me to fill out."

"Huh? What are you talking-" the hottie teacher stops and readjusts to your wishes. "Oh yes! Thank you, Principal Balls was beginning to wonder when I would hand mine in."

You give your teacher the paper. She quickly turns white as she reads it.

"Oh no, I'm not this bad, am I?"

You nod your head soberly. "I'm sorry, but I had to be honest. Your outfits are very inappropriate. Look at how long that pleated miniskirt is! Guys are constantly wandering off wondering what's underneath. And your blouse doesn't show any cleavage at all!"

Ms. Love looks over the paper nervously. "But you also say my examples aren't clear! I'll lose my job when Principal Balls sees this!"

You shrug. "Sorry, but everyone knows that math examples are supposed to include lots of pictures of people fucking. How else are teenagers supposed to get interested in binomial equations?"

The lovely teacher puts a hand on your arm. "Please, I'll do anything! Fill out a new report and I'll work hard to become a better teacher, please!"

You shake your head. "No, I can't do that. The principal trusted me with this, so I have to be honest."

"Please!" Ms. Love drops to her knees. "Please! I'll do anything!"

You look her up and down.

Ms. Love smiles at you coyly and undoes the top button of her blouse. "Anything."