Meeting With The Teacher

Chanel Preston slams her palm against the desk. Her daughter Scarlet has fallen from straight A's to C's since she started in Charlotte Stokely's class. Charlotte watches her without flinching. The teacher says Scarlet is gay and might not trust her own mother. Chanel's temper flares. She reminds Charlotte whose money keeps the school activities alive and whose voice carries weight in town. Charlotte stays calm. She tells Scarlet to wait outside. Once the door closes, the teacher spells it out: fail the girl and wreck her future, or strip down and get to work. Chanel's pulse drums. She has kissed a girl before and denies it, but Charlotte sees the lie. The deal is simple: fuck her teacher and Scarlet's grades climb back to A. Refuse, and the girl repeats the year. Chanel swallows. She steps forward, lips brushing, then jerks away. Charlotte catches her waist and presses harder. The kiss deepens. Fabric rustles. Hands tug zippers. Dresses fall to the floor. Bare skin meets the cool surface of the teacher's desk. Mouths find heat between parted thighs. Tongues lap and suck until legs shake. Charlotte climbs over her, cunt to mouth, hips rolling. They grind and finger, bodies slick, moans mixing, until each one comes hard against the other's tongue. Scarlet, it seems, will still be valedictorian.