Stand on your desk

The cheer died abruptly as Jake leaned forward, elbows on his desk. "First thing," he said, eyes glinting. "Stand on your desk." A murmur rippled through the room. Selina's throat went dry. The laminate surface of her desk gleamed under the fluorescent lights, suddenly alien. She hesitated—then hoisted herself up, the edge biting into her palms. Her pencil skirt strained against her thighs as she swung one heel onto the surface. The class held its breath as the other joined it.

"Now," Jake said, twirling a pen between his fingers, "say you're a bad teacher." The words hung in the air like chalk dust. Selina's pulse hammered in her wrists.

Selina’s lips parted, the words sticking like honey in her throat. The hem of her skirt brushed against her thighs as she shifted her weight on the desk, the laminate cool beneath her stockings.

“I—” Her voice cracked. The pen trembled in Jake’s fingers, his smirk unwavering. Around them, the air was thick with held breath, the scent of dry-erase markers and cheap cologne pressing in.

Then, slowly, she lifted her chin.

“I’m a bad teacher,” she whispered. The confession curled between them, fragile as smoke.

Jake’s grin widened. “Louder.”

Selina’s fingers curled against her thighs, the fabric of her skirt wrinkling under her grip. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sharp reflections on the polished desk beneath her. She inhaled—chalk dust, sweat, the faint floral hint of her perfume—then exhaled shakily.

“I’m a bad teacher,” she repeated, her voice trembling but clear. The words echoed off the cinderblock walls, bouncing back at her like an accusation.

Jake leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Good,” he murmured. “Now take off your blouse.”

Selina's heart raced as she looked around the room. The students were watching her intently, their expressions a mix of anticipation and excitement. She licked her lips nervously, her gaze flickering to the door. It was locked.

Slowly, she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. The cool air brushed against her skin as she pulled it off, revealing a lacy black bra. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath she took.

The students' eyes widened, their mouths hanging open in awe. Selina felt a mixture of embarrassment and humiliation as she stood there., **** and exposed.

She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and her heart was racing in her chest.