.....Screw it! Just go up and make your intentions clear!

Okay, you know what? You're no good at this secrecy, sneaky stuff! And with somebody like Professor Phoebe, who teaches combat class, you've got no hope at all. It'd be better to just tell her what you want to do! Maybe she'll help you out.

You tell Cameron that you'll be right back, lowering your staff and excusing yourself from training for a second to go talk to Professor Phoebe. He's pretty cool about it, and just starts practicing the moves on the empty air.

Professor Phoebe's helping Miranda out right now, they're going through getting the first technique down. Lexi, who's supposed to be Miranda's partner right now, is sitting back on the blue mat floor with her talk next to her, smiling and chilling as she just watches Professor Phoebe and Miranda. She looks over and gives you a single over-enthusiastic greeting nod as you come up close.

"That's a lot better Miranda! But remember, you need to be pointing your feet outwards, and you can't have your knees locked up like that -- you'll fall right over." Professor Phoebe makes corrections to Miranda's stance, then steps back to take a look. "Your knees are still a bit tight -- loosen up a bit. Try bobbing up and down to get the hang of it."

"Ummm....." You start shyly, trying to get her attention. You were gonna just wait until she'd finished, but it looks like that might be a while.

"Wait, I've got a better one for you -- use your knees less like sitting in a chair, and more like you're trying to walk around quietly."

Miranda adjusts her stance. "Oh, okay.... I think I've got it now..."

"Great!" Professor Phoebe claps once. "Now, hold the staff with both hands... no, remember, what did we say?"

"R-right...." Miranda shifts her hands apart on the staff. "Leave a third hand of space between them."

"That's right! You're picking this up fast, Miranda. Now-"

Professor Phoebe stops in her instructions as you politely tug on her sleeve. You don't want to be rude, but you also really want to get this done with, so this is probably fine, right?

"Hm? Oh, sorry Debbie! Is something wrong?"

"Mm." You nod your head once. From where Lexi sits leaning back, you see her cock her eyebrow and her face turn to look concerned.

There's a pause, where Professor Phoebe looks at you expectantly. You shuffle your feet, then cup a hand to your mouth and try to lean in to her ear -- she's too tall, so she has to crouch down.

Quietly, and with a lot of effort, you **** out a whisper. "Umm.... i-is it alright if I make you cum?"

Professor Phoebe slowly retracts her head from your mouth and stands back to her full height, looking down on you with surprise as you start blushing really hard. Her surprise cracks and gives way into total amusement, and she has to bring up one hand to stifle a little breathy laugh.

"*ahem*." She clears her throat, and composes herself. "Here, Debbie, I'll handle you.... after class, since you've got a free period next." She looks around the room, to a concerned-looking Lexi and a Miranda still holding the same stance (except her knees have locked up again). "Finish up your training for now! We'll get to.... your private lesson afterwards."

You give a shaky-lipped smile, filled with relief and " the uh-oh"s in equal measure, but shuffle your way back across the room to Cameron. He asks why your face is all red, and you tell him that it's not, and that seems to convince him.

"Now, Miranda -- what do you think I'm going to tell you?"

"Uhh...... oh, right, sneak not seat!"

"Very good!"

The class continues on as normal, but your head isn't really in it. You can't concentrate or focus on even thinking straight, let alone on taking in the techniques, because you're just too nervous! But eventually, the bell rings, and everybody leaves the gymnasium -- Professor Phoebe approaches you sultrily, with a sly smile, and takes you by the hand.

"So," She purrs, nudging her arm up against you. "You think you can handle me, huh? Want to show me how much you've improved?"

Geez, she's really gonna make it this embarrassing?? You nod, and she smiles down at you.

"Goooooooood." She squeezes your hand lovingly. It's embarrassing enough, the things that she's saying to you, you don't want to also admit how quick your heart's beating right now, or how much you're looking forward to this -- even though it's gonna be dirty. "Here -- if you're ready, and you haven't changed your mind, how about we go to my office?"

"Alright!" You respond a little bit too eagerly and a little bit too quickly. Much more of both than you'd have liked to -- it's not like you're easy or anything.

With a smile, she moves to put all of the wooden staffs back into the cupboard by the door, and then the two of you head off to her office.