She wants you in her office.

“Follow me to my office.” She says as she turns and walks down the corridor. Her hips swing hypnotically, her firm round ass is tantalizingly within your grasp, but you restrain yourself, figuring you’ve already had enough trouble for one day.

You seem to have gone from the frying pan into the fire. Ms. Carson must be angry about the fight or something. At least you weren’t beat to a bloody pulp. Finally you reach the door to the gym’s office. The young blonde teacher unlocks the door and swings it open for you. Following after you, she closes the door, locks it, and then pulls the shade.

“Sit down.” She says, dropping onto a bench beside the desk. Bending over at the waist, she pulls off one shoe and then another. She then peels off her socks, one by one. She leans back in the bench, and gives you a very seductive smile.

“Do you know why I had you follow me to the office?” She inquires.

“If it’s about the jerk chasing me into the gym, I can explain.”

She giggles and picks up a large red gym bag from under the bench, and sets it beside her. “No, not exactly. You see, I received some good news today. I’ll be teaching here for the rest of the month. You and I have a few things in common. She crosses her toned legs and you notice a small tattoo of a pitchfork on her ankle. She stretches her arms over her head and yawns, giving you an awesome view of her grapefruit sized tits. The cool breeze of the air conditioning has caused her nipples to harden and grow erect. They poke at the navy blue lycra of her top.

“Good for you, Miss. But how does this affect me?” Standing up, the blonde teacher strides over to you, her bare feet gently slapping against the tiled floor. She stops very close to you. Her face inches away from yours.

“I think we both need friends here, friends that can help each other out. I can make sure that after today's incident, the boy who attacked you will be transferred to another school. He already has enough black marks on his record, so this shouldn’t be a problem.” The teacher seems to be sizing you up, inspecting you closely.

“How can I be a friend to you?” You ask. You shift a little as Ms. Carson runs her hand over your ass.

“I’ve heard gossip in the girls’ locker room. You’re supposed to be smart, and I already know you’re cute. You’re very cute. I think I can guarantee an “A” in gym and maybe another class. I think you’d owe me if I did all that for you, don’t you?” She says seductively, her breath hot on your neck.

“Yeah, I guess so. What would you want me to do for you?”