Some guidance and advice

"Miss White. What are you here for?"

"I wanted to speak with you Dean Hawkfeather," she answers, bending slightly towards you to show off more of her cleavage. "Privately."

"You can start by buttoning your shirt," you tell her, noting that she has rolled up her skirt again to display her toned thighs.

"Must I? The Code of Conduct says that we only have to be in uniform during the school day and at school events. It also says that Orientation Day only requires us to be in uniform until the end of our meeting. I hope I'm reading that correctly Dean Hawkfeather. I want to be in full compliance with your orders."

You think quickly, but can't recall if what she says about Orientation Day is correct. Frowning, you shake your head.

"Be that as it may, Miss White. It's inappropriate for you to be displaying yourself like this."

She bites her lip and frowns prettily. "But I can't help it Dean Hawkfeather. There's something about showing off that I love. I always have. I love it when I know people are watching me." She stands up straight and gives a little twirl that has her skirt flare, showing that she still wears no panties.

You feel your cock twitching, responding to this sleek young vixen. You know you should throw her out, but your curiosity and your lust prevent you from acting.

"Miss White, you're a very pretty young woman. And you are playing a very dangerous game. Not all men would restrain from taking advantage of your behaviour."

"Oh, I know," she breathes throatily. "That's why I'm here. Because I feel safe talking to you. You see, I just can't help teasing and showing off. It makes me feel so....I don't know...so excited I guess. To know that men are watching and thinking...wicked thoughts...of what they'd do to me...to my sweet young body...bending me to their will...making me comply with...their every demand." She's been squirming gently as she speaks, finally cupping her breasts and squeezing them as she looks at you coyly.

"I think you should leave Miss White," you say, struggling to keep your voice level.

"But I want you...to show me...tell me how far I can go before it's too far...before I'm in trouble...trouble I can't get out of..." she murmurs, biting her lip. "Please Dean Hawkfeather, I could really use you....your help...please....pretty please?" She manages to undo a few more buttons, and slides her hands under her shirt to cup her breasts again, looking at you wantonly.

You look at her doubtfully, trying to resist the temptation she represents, and wondering if you have the strength.