7: she catches the innuendo but redirects the conversation

She coughs slightly; she catches on but pretends she hasn’t. “Stories about class dynamics have always been interesting to me.”

You look up at the clock. If you want to make this happen, you’ll have to take a more active role.

“I suppose they would. After all, how often do you interact with the plebs?”

“Excuse me?”

“I just mean that I’m sure you’d like to imagine yourself in those scenarios. They’re the kind of thing that a girl like you wouldn’t experience often. I’m sure your family has staff, and of course you’re here talking to your teacher, but how many meaningful relationships do you have with anyone outside your daddy’s tax bracket?”

“I have plenty, thank you very much.”

“Then show me. You’ve been picking up on my innuendo. And you have to realize that I didn’t schedule any other one-on-ones before you walked past my desk. Of course I’m doing them now, but you have to know that was to cover my ass.” She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “And you still came. So you must be interested on some level. But you’ve sat here the entire meeting like you’re too good for me. Are you just trying to tease me? String me along hoping for a better grade because you’re hot?”

She blushes, you may have struck a nerve.

“I don’t need to flaunt myself for a better grade, Mr. Turner.”

“But you aren’t denying that you were trying to be a tease?” She opens her mouth to say something but chooses to remain silent. “I thought so. You know I think you’ll really identify with Julie. Because she also thinks she’s in control. Until she isn’t.”

Her blush grows deeper and she crosses her legs. “Oh is this resonating, Gianna?” Your voice grows sharper as you use her first name. At Westwood, teachers and students refer to each other by last name, a holdover from earlier social norms. You can tell that being spoken to like this is turning her on. You push her. “Why don’t you show me how much this resonates. Spread your legs for me.”