Turning Up the Heat/Reality Check

"What were you thinking?" Mr. Doe looks at Nadia with a mixture of confusion and anger. "You walked into gang-infested neighborhood? Was somebody with you? Please tell me somebody was with you."

Nadia shakes her head.

"You got some balls, young lady." The teacher paces back and forth in his classroom. "Do you know what could've happened to you if things turned out differently?"

"I'm not stupid. I watch Law and Order."

Her teacher frowns.

"That's not what I meant." He crosses his arms. "You're a young a pretty young white girl. They're a bunch of Latin slingers on their way to doing twenty -five to life. Use your head."

"I was walking home from school!" Nadia throws up hers in protest. "What was I supposed to do?"

"Call a cab, take the school bus, have a friend drop you off. I don't care, anything but what you just did."

"I am a big girl I can handle myself."

"You're eighteen!" Mr. Doe grabs her by the shoulders.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm not just any eighteen year old girl." Nadia sneers. "And stop shaking me.

Mr. Doe complies

"What makes you so different?"

Nadia suppresses a smirk.

"What are you laughing about?" Her teacher grows beet red.

"Nothing." The Russian dismisses the thought with a wave of her hand. "Just nothing."

"I see that look on your face. You know something, don't you? Something I don't. Tell me."

"It isn't anything, Mr. Doe."

"Tell me."

Nadia sighs.

"Let's just say I put the fear of God into them."

"What did you do? Paralyze them with your powers of seduction?"

"Nothing of the sort."

"Well could you at least give a demonstration?"

Nadia throws him over her. Mr. Doe lands on the floor, groaning. He looks up at his charge, somewhat embarrassed by the impromptu display.

"Are you hurt?" She steps back.

"I'll be okay". Mr. Doe takes a deep breath. "Where did you learn that?"

"I've been around here and there." The Russian shrugs. "You could say I graduated from the school of hard knocks."

"More like a Ph.D." The teacher muses to no one in particular. "Mind helping me up? There's a bottle of aspirin in the drawer there..."

A playful smile crosses Nadia's lips. She climbs out of her blouse and underwear and straddles him. A look of mock shock passes over the teachers face as she loosens his tie, baring her teeth in a mixture of eroticism and domination.

I got you right where I want you." She unbuttons his shirt slowly.

"I don't know whether to be frightened or arou--"

"Shh." Nadia presses a finger to his lips. "I want you to make love to me right now, with me on top."

"Is this for a grade or--"

"Don't talk." The Russian drags her finger along his cheek. "Just fuck."

"You're one mysterious little --"

The pair's tongues intertwine in a mixture of saliva and lust.

"What did I say about talking?" Nadia pulls away. "Now get to work..."