Desire For Business

Naughty your average school girl

I return to work after the shopping of office supplies and do not see the obvious car that couldnt blend with traditional cars in this part of town, pimped out rides were not of the norm. I wasn't searching, I was being aware even, if I had looked around... he couldnt even see me through the deep darkness of my window tint. I return to work. I am putting into the teachers portal a student request for a teacher conference, she had requested extra time for some thorough explanations. I noticed she had recieved an F- on her recent test.

The office phone is blinking because the one special teacher, Mr. Roberts, calls me into his classroom (he has a few minutes between his next class). I walk in and he looks me up and down, stays silent to make sure I noticed. "How can I help Mr. Roberts?" He pauses turns to look at the door and I dont move an inch and my emotionless eyes stay locked on his. He is nervously situating himself before he began, he is looking down at his desk instead of at me and I can already tell what is coming "I know it is against policy and it is not something that will go too well with Mrs-" I stop him before he can continue.."Look its nothing personal, I just don't shit where I eat or fuck on my money. " He is completely taken aback by my forwardness and insensitivity. This is never my work ethic or to even speak so effortlessly, vulgar. I was being insensitive, but what inclinations have I ever gave him to show my interest in him for him to even take this conversation here? He replies slightly smug "You have been here 3 years and I've been here 8 months....did you have a bad experience before I came?" As I look into his dark smoldering eyes, as if they were tickling every naughty part of me, its making me weak (No don't give in!) So I reply stern and without blinking "I keep a professional relationship or none at all, as you can tell." This is a place of neutral order and I will not let it be ruined by some guy who has me confused with a girl in need of their attention!" He leans back in his chair puts his overly priced pen between his lips and his eyes hardened for 20 seconds before he spits "I don't need a girl with a fucked up past or lots of issues and plays mind games anyways!" He was arrogant with his response and was assured he left me speechless "look Mr. Roberts I hate that I have bruised your ego but I have played no game with you ever" I said in my innocent, calmed voice. He is furious by my response and nearly stands up "No? you purposely do not look at me longer than a second, I compliment your blouse, your shoes, your hair and even you god damn handwriting and all I get from you is a "Thanks Mr. Roberts" as if youre talking to a new student!!" He pauses and continues a little more viciously "You know damn well you dress the way you do because you crave the attention and you're obsessed with the fact that you can shoot down every teacher at this school without their asking, like everyone is out of your league.... but I know I am different!...you do not purposely ignore them because they have no effect on you but I do...his voice lowers and his eyes look down as if he was bowing down to his earlier temper. "You can not allow yourself to apperciate the attention or the complement that I give you" His face got frustrated at my nonresponsive body language. "You're going to soften one day and you're going to give in and you won't be able to recognize yourself, you'll be so lost in all the ways I can make you feel" Maybe because he sparked a vulnerability in me, I noticed that my hair has made its way up and down at least 4 times during our conversation but now, its touching the papers on his desk because I am bent over the top of his desk thanks to those extra 6 inches of heel gave me I am able to lean right to his face, inches from his lips and nose looking at him as seductively and calm as I could and nearly whisper "Mr. Roberts you have a meeting or more like a tutoring with one of your students who received an F on her last test, don't fuck it up this time she will be here in 15 minutes, I suggest you gather your thoughts and your temper" He was clearly confused and mad that he was caught off guard with my carelessness of his over confidence. Truth be told, I would have loved to rip every button off his shirt with my teeth and sit on his desk, lift my skirt up, push him to his knees and shove his head down between my legs, make him taste my 8 months of lust. I can not allow it though, it could lead to; getting attached, him moving in, getting a shared pet, then bitching about why there is no clean towels, making dinner together, complaing about hair in the drain and his face hair in the sink and all the lovely/annoying things when a girl wants to feel loved and be committed to a man. Not me, not now, probably not ever... there were other men for my lust full needs. None recently but I don't fuck the personalities of men I like too much. I mean they obviously have to attract me somehow but most of the time I stick my underwear in their mouth to keep them from talking about themselves or worse...asking questions. Its nearly time to leave and I am doing my closing up duties when I make notice that I havent had many run in's with my boss and that was unusual. I check her classroom and there she is, deep in concentration focused on her computer, with her cute black rimmed glasses. She is not only figurehead but working on her doctorate. I ask her if she would like me to walk her to her car to make her feel more comfortable "I don't mind waiting and I can pick you up something from the bakery while you study" She looks up from her computer with such a loving but strong willed personality, that it just pours out of her " I apperciate it but Mr. Florian will be here in an hour, we are going to try some trendy restaurant where you have to cook your own darn food in a Calderon!" She laughs like wind chimes. She tilts her head and looks at me with a smile and replies with "Charis, if only you'd let God into your heart you'd be not only as sweet but happy with the way he can change your life" Her faith was real, sometimes it gave me chills because she would ask for Gods help on something and the answer walks in the door minutes later.
I walk to my car, nothing suspicious but I notice where Mrs. Florian parks... it would be impossible for me to see a car across from here because it would be beside the building if it was parked infront of her. I didn't want to ask if thats where he parked because I didn't want to worry her. That parking space had the best vantage point of my everyday parking even to all the way to the front door of the school. I have been very peculiar about my side business for it fell in my lap and I have been doing it consistently, carefully and deal with only people of a certain class. If only everyone knew how I have been able to keep supply without running out or changing product and keep up with designer clothes, make up an a two bedroom gated apartment with the balcony on lakeside and bay windows ...

Side note: face details of are of Evan Peters with a little more maturity. (From American Horror Story Tate from the frist episode but you can imagine who you will)