I release my anger

"Hey, Jenna!" I say loudly, "Don't you think you must be in the fucking pool! Stupid lazy cunt, have you forgotten about the upcoming championship?" I have never used such vulgar words when addressing my students, but the mix of anger and arousal can do weird things to someone's mind.

She looks up from her phone and looks at me in shock. She quickly grabs the swimsuit and covers herself with it. "Coach! What the fuck are you doing here!?" She isn't a timid girl and talks back with the same level of vulgarity "You can't stalk me like this, like some fucking pervert!"

"As if a slut like you cares if someone sees her naked. All your tattoos are just screaming 'fuck me!' Maybe, if you weren't focused on spreading your legs so often, we would have a chance to get you in the National team!" My anger grows together with my arousal.

"Get the fuck out or I'll report you for sexual harassment!" Jenna reacts to anger with anger.

"And what will it do!? Do you remember the message from the heavens?" I laugh in her face "I can fucking **** you and no one will care!"

She opens her mouth and, seemingly, suddenly recalls those words. Her anger is replaced with fear in almost an instant. "Coach, please. Don't. I am a virgin." She pleads with a shaken, terrified voice.

It would be better for her to not ask me in this way. The scared expression on her face and the way her body is trembling make her even more desirable than before. To make matters even worse (for her), Jenna is so scared that she accidentally drops the swimsuit on the floor opening her body to my hungry gaze again.