Whisper into her ear.

With most of Mrs. Tang's guard let down you know that it's a good time to strike this iron lady when she's at her weakest, but you don't want to jump the gun just yet - waiting for her to unravel her own facade would be far more effective. Playing to her faltering attention, you shift subtly on your seat, moving yourself alongside Mrs. Tang such that your waists and arms eventually touch. This gives you a nice view of your teacher's chest, barely covered by her slipping brassiere. A grin spreads across your face as you manage a glimpse of her stiffening nipples; clearly, you're not the only one feeling bothered by your close proximity.

"Mr. Doe?" You finally hear Mrs. Tang's voice, stern but notably more high-pitched than usual, an evident hint of panic in her tone. "Are you paying - eeeeek!"

Having decided enough is enough, you blow a jet of breath into Mrs. Tang's exposed ear. The heightened sensitivity proves too much for your teacher, jolting her enough to fall off her chair with a clatter.

"Mrs. Tang? Are you all right?" You ask, feigned concern on your face as your teacher groans from the impact, but your eyes dart to her parted legs. A faint scent of plums meets your nose. "Jackpot," you think, reaching for your prize.

"Mr. Doe! Just - " Mrs. Tang's expression is a mixture of fear and indignation, as your fingers graze her inner thigh. "Just what do you think you're - "

"I didn't want to believe what I was seeing, but it's true what they say - seeing is believing," you tut. You raise your fingers in front of your teacher's eyes, letting the few drops of arousal you wiped off her thigh do the rest of the talking. "Frankly I'm shocked, Mrs. Tang. I didn't think a respectable, married woman like you would be driven to such measures."

"I - I - I -"

"This is most unbecoming indeed," you continue, ignoring her frantic stammers. "What would happen if the principal were to find out about this? Or the school board?"

"I... N... No! No one would believe you!" retorts Mrs. Tang. "No one would believe the mere word of a student!"

"Really, Mrs. Tang? You can check the records. My slate has been clean the day I first stepped into this school," you posit, leaning in ever closer so you're looking Mrs. Tang right in the eye. "And what are the parents going to think, once they hear that the school is staffed by two sexually active teachers? What about the media? Or what about your husband?" Smugly you watch as the ferocity in Mrs. Tang's eye trembles away. "Do you think you're going to just walk away, unscathed? Or Ms. Larson?"

"No, please!" Yelping in a way you'd never expect out of the strict woman, Mrs. Tang clasps your hand desperately. "It's... it's all my fault. Nicole had nothing to do with it! Please, don't tell anyone, my family can't know about this!"

"That's it, Mrs. Tang? What's in it for me? What reason do I have to carry this secret for you?" Another inch closer, and your noses could be barely touching. "I'm clean as a sheet, Mrs. Tang. Grades and reports aren't going to bribe me over."

"Then..." A defeated sigh shudders through her body as Mrs. Tang realizes her lack of options. "What do I have to do?"

"What do you have to do," you repeat, eyeing your prey as she fearfully gazes back at you. "Hmmm..."