7. How dare she.

You stand quickly to close the door to your classroom, trapping Charlotte inside.

“Are you jealous, Miss Rice?” It’s a gamble, but you’re running on adrenaline.

“Excuse me!?” She seems all the more outraged at the assertion.

You close the distance between the two of you, forcing her up against the wall. “You heard me. Are you jealous of Gianna?”

Charlotte straightens her back, trying to maintain control of the situation. “That’s not how we address each other at Westwood, Mr. Turner.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Charlotte,” you watch her face go red, “of course, you’re right. But you haven’t answered my question.”

“Well, Dav–” you slap her hard across the cheek.

“You misunderstand me. This is my classroom. I make the arrangements here. And I’ve made an arrangement with Gianna.” You’ve pressed the girl fully against the wall. She’s tall for her class, nearly at eye level with you, and her massive, perky tits already meet your chest. “And I think I’m going to have to make an arrangement with you too.”