Yes... with some ironic help

As she was walking into the school swaying her hips in the dangerously short mini skirt thinking of what she was going to do to get a member of the teaching team to fuck her hot little snatch...

Jus then she heard her name being called ... her math teacher wanted to have a moment with her in private... here we go she thought... this damn curse... as she sat in his classroom she noticed her image on an iPad that was laying on his desk... it was a photo from her blowing guys in the bathroom the other day...

"Miss ," he said at last, his voiced choking slightly. "I'm afraid I have n-no choice but to report this incident to the principal."

Tiffany sagged back against the desk. That was it; she was screwed now. She almost burst into tears...

"This sort of behaviour is not to be tolerated on the school grounds... or anywhere, for that matter. If someone else had walked in..."

Stacy looked up at him as he continued to rant: the rumpled tweed suit; the thick grey mustache; the short, fat body... One chance....

"Professor," she interrupted, slipping her tits out from under her blouse and cupping them upwards towards him. The teacher stopped talking and stared at her, eyes bulging.

"Do you like what you see?" Her voice was low and throaty as she tried to sound seductive but something inside her was taking over and the wanton slut the curse had brought out began to wash over her as she began to fondle her perky teen tits...

Her teacher could only stammer as he watched the beautiful teenage student cup and massage her firm young tits for him. Such beautiful tits! He felt himself being drawn in as she straightened up and began walking towards him. It had been so long!

His hands itched to reach out and feel... Tiffany's confidence began to return as she watched his reactions. The math teacher had now stopped his attempts to speak and was staring intently at her breasts as she massaged them. Continuing to speak in a soft, seductive voice, she moved slowly towards him.

"I bet you'd like to touch them," she invited. "They're your's, if you like." By this time, she was directly in front of him. She pushed her tits upwards, offering them to him. 'Please' she thought, 'please take them.'

Slowly, his hands reached up and took hold of the offered tits. Tiffany moved her hands away as he began knead them. Despite the fact that she felt no arousal, she forced herself to moan and writhe as though his hands on her tits was getting her hot. In fact, nothing of the sort was happening, but she couldn't let him know that. The total humiliation of the situation was almost overwhelming, but she couldn't give into it; she was fighting for her life at school, and she would do anything to keep Edgar from reporting her.

If she was going to survive this damn curse she was going to give him the fuck of his life!