No!

"I'm straight!" you protest. "I'm not gonna fuck a guy!"

"Maybe you need a little...motivation?" Ms. Danvers' finger traces along the edges of her cleavage. It arrives at a shirt button, and is joined by her other hand, undoing her top button, exposing the top of her white lace bra. "I've seen the way you look at me, John. Do this and I might just undo another button or two..."

You sit there, shocked, staring at the exposed bra, when you feel a muscular hand on your shoulder. "Sorry, dude, butI can't have another detention on my record," Brady whispers.

"Be as enticing as possible, Brady," Ms. Davis says. "It will make the effects work faster."

You stand up, and her gently strokes your cheek. He leans in and kisses you, and you try and pull away, until Ms. Danvers guides your hand to her breast. Davis pinches your ass, but Ms. Davis strokes your arm at the same time. The feeling of her boobs on your hand and the sensual atmosphere of this whole thing causes a tent to grow in your pants.

Brady releases the kiss and kneels down in front of you, unfastening your pants. Before you can move to push him away, Ms. Davis kisses you, her cherry lipstick stopping any protest.

Brady unzips your jeans, revealing your 8-inch dick. Davis hugs you from behind and begins jacking you off. He playfully bites your ear, and then whispers, "Do you want him to suck it?"