Show yourself

The girl sags back on the desk, purring softly as her fingers gently stroke her folds, obviously savouring the last spasms of her orgasm. You keep filming, smiling at the look of satiation on her pretty young face.

You push the button to stop recording, then deliberately scuff you shoe on the floor. The girl's eyes snap open as she sits up, her face frantic with alarm.

"Oh My God! What the fuck! Who are you! Oh my God!" she blurts out in a panic as she reaches down to start tugging up her leggings.

"I'm a new member of the faculty," you say calmly. "Mr. Sharp. And you are?"

"Oh My God....I've go to go....I'm....Oh my God!" her pretty young face is scarlet with embarrassment as she hurriedly straightens her clothing and starts to head towards the door, then stops as she realises that means approaching you.

"A very interesting show you put on Miss .....? Is that normal behaviour for you?"

"I was just... oh my god I was just straightening my clothes....oh my god......"

"Straightening your clothes. I see," you say, holding up your phone and pressing the replay button. The girl's scarlet face glows with deeper embarrassment as her urgent moans and lewd words can clearly be heard on the recording. "You're quite the little performer aren't you? What's your name girl?"

She hangs her head and you see tears starting to glisten in her eyes.

"Tamara...Tamara Longmire. Please sir, I'm sorry. I know it was wrong. Please don't tell Headmistress Naylor. Please Mr. Sharp."

She looks up at you with pleading eyes full of tears, her chin wobbling as she struggles for control.

There is an opportunity here, you tell yourself with a smile.