Oh, how the news spreads

Still being shocked from the events of the class before, you sit before the history class after a very uneventful recess break. The teacher drones on about the Vietnam war and the causes and so and so but your mind was on your maths teacher and her beautiful feet. Suddenly the pa crackled and came on and the class went silent to hear it.

“Could *your name* come to the principals office,please” and it turned off.

The eyes in the class all looked at you, a few of your class mates made some aimless comments along the lines of “what are you in trouble for?” And so on.

You excused yourself and went to the principles office wondering what the heck you did.

You entered the office slowly and shut the door behind the principals office.

Ms Yates, was on the phone chatting about the new renovation for the science department and motioned you to have a seat with her free hands.

Ms Yates was a very strict woman whose very presence demanded respect from the teachers as well as the students alike. That however did not mean she wasn’t any less sexy, her suit hugged her dark skin tightly, showing a glimpse of what was inside. She had a slightly frizzy hair and voluptuous lips which from came out a professional voice.

She put down her phone and looked at me, while watching me I saw in her eyes a glint of lust.

“*Your name*,I don’t think I’ve met you. But I’ll get to business, I’ve called you after hearing from the maths teacher of yours”

Gulp. Crap, you knew where this is going.

Seeing the realisation in your eyes she continues, “obviously doing something of that sort is highly illegal which can get you expelled, but I am willing to ignore it if you can help me.”