Meeting the students and giving them the baseline test.

The following week Abbey arrived at the community centre. The program was a locally funded program to help students struggling in their senior years. It ran from 5:30-7:30 three days a week for one semester, or fifteen weeks.

"Good evening, everyone," Abbey said, stepping into the room. She had chosen to wear something covering but provocative, so she was wearing heels, a skirt that almost reached her knees and a blouse that was just too tight.

As the teens in the room turned to see, her conversation faltered. "Umm, yo, miss, I think you have the wrong room. The bachelor party is two doors down." One young man joked.

Others laughed and exchanged high-fives. "I will take that as a compliment. I'm Abbey, you don't need to call me to miss, and I will be your teacher for this semester."

A young black man laughed, "Well, Abbey if I had known that doing badly in school would mean I would get you to look at me, I might have tried harder to fail."

The guys laughed again, Abbey ignored the comment, though felt flush and warm. "So, I need to know what I am working with," she was interrupted before she could finish.

"Thirteen inches," one guy commented.

"Come on, man, you 'ain't no horse," another retorted.

"So today, we will be doing a test front up. Now before you complain," she said over the groans, "know that I have incentives for you to do well and graduate," she patted her shoulder bag she had put on the desk. "If you do well, you get incentives, but it's the whole class. No one is being left," she stopped as her phone rang and quickly retrieved it from the bag, it was George. "Sorry, one moment," she said, taking the phone out into the hallway.

"Hi," she said.

"Just checking, you aren't already on your knees," he said, laughing.

Abbey shook her head, "Is that what you really want?" she asked him.

He laughed, "No, I want to see you getting fucked, you know that."

Abbey couldn't help but laugh, "You know that's not on the table yet," she said.

"Yet? I like that. I will have some dinner ready when you get home; go get 'em," he replied.

They said their goodbyes, and Abbey returned to the room. She paused a moment; the boys all seemed to be sitting up straighter, and they quietened as soon as she entered the room.

Shrugging off she pulled out her printed tests and started to walk around the room handing out the tests. There were fourteen of them, varying races and builds. None were unattractive, though several were downright hunks. "As I was saying, this test will help me see where we need to improve and set a baseline for your incentive program. At the end of each week we will take another test, and the grade average will determine your incentive. Immediately after this, I will show you the first couple of incentives, so you know what to expect and why you should work hard.

As she passed by one guy, she felt a hand on her hip and turned to face him, "Sorry Miss, I mean Abbey, I slipped."

Abbey shook her head and continued to hand out the tests. "You have half an hour. Answer as many questions as possible, no penalty mark for wrong answers, so try."

Once all the papers had been handed out, she returned to the desk at the front and sat up on it. Several of the boys leant slightly to try and get a look up her skirt. "You have thirty minutes, go."

As they did their test, Abbey messaged George, 'Several of them are quite hot. Maybe we should add some incentives.'

It didn't take long for George to respond, 'I will type some ideas up and talk to you about them after you have graded the tests.'

After the exam was complete Abbey pulled out the list of incentives, she printed off a short list of rewards, ending with, 'Teacher will wear corset, boots and mini skirt to class.'

The boys whooped and hollered as she handed out the little slips with incentives. "I want you all to do well," she said.

"Yo, Miss Abbey," one boy called out.

"Yes." she indicated not knowing his name.

"Jo Jo, this seems to say if we get ten percent you gonna wear something sexy for us?"

Abbey shook her head, "I will mark these tests tonight, and if the class averages 10 points above this test, at the end of the week, then yes, I will wear something nicer."

"Ahh, so if we scored 30 today, we would need to score 40 to see you in your, 'little black dress'?" he asked. "Don't that mean we should have deliberately tried to do badly today?"

Abbey laughed, "Well, yes, but you didn't know that did you?"