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[Plastic Redemption]

Cherry-red shined heels occupied the noise as the halls fell quiet; she was rarely late, but that hadn't matter. It was her class after all, she didn't have to give a reason as to why she was gone. If anything all the students were glad. Pale blue eyes looked over the room as she entered it-- just as bright of red skirt that claimed the skin around her legs, clinging more than welcomingly. "Good-morning, everyone." she greeted as she always had, placing her black Louis Vutton bag down by her desk and removing her jacket-- revealing the white-lined collar shirt that was more than too small on her. It was such a pity-- she had loved it when she bought it, and just because it had shrunk, did not mean she wasn't going to get her uses out of it.Besides, diets were always healthy. "Today--... we are going to go over a widely known Subject." She said as she began writing on the whiteboard-- golden curls swayed over her back as she wrote. "Maire Antoinette and King Louis. Scandalous, I know."

There was a slight groan from a few students, it was a widely known story, and if you hadn't seen the movie with Kristen Dunst in it, you were completely stupid. She simply rolled her eyes and placed her black-framed glasses down onto her desk. It was her personal favorite story in history-- she just died for the lavish way of the french court. "Yes, yes-- torture I know. I do believe you'll all live through it some way." she said when turning back to the board, writing down specific page numbers. "Now-- since you all learned about this last year, you should already know the basics. How old was Antoine when she married Louis?" she asked, only back turned for a moment. She wasn't cruel to her students, but she didn't want to have the appearance of a a push-over like she had last year. "Fifteen-- exactly." She had heard someone shout out the answer without asking permission, but she never really believed in any of that hand-raising stuff. "Problems already began, because they were too young to consummate their marriage, imagine being forced into all of this when you were in your Freshmen year." She noticed a couple of students in the back not really paying attention. So, she approached one of them and leaned down-- obviously not wearing a bra today. "

Anything you want to share with the rest of the class?" she asked, a brow raised in a kind teasing way. She selected his note pad and flipped the page, writing something down and ripping it off. "You'll give this to your next teacher-- you're staying after class and break today." She couldn't afford to look easy, last year she was bullied so terribly by the other students because she gave easy punishments.

 

[ShadowNinja4d4]

A young man sat in the back of his class, the teacher was late of course. He didn't care since it would make it that much easier to get a look at her when she came in. She was the teacher he had always admired. He loved the way her outfits hugged her, of course he was good about hiding his interest. His hazel eyes, who's shade made it look like he had a forest inside them, roamed over the class room as he ran his fingers through his dark brunette hair, he had it cut short and had it in a style described as 'attractively messy'. When the teacher came in his eyes locked on her like most of the others.

He groaned when she started writing the subject for the day down, he hadn't cared much for Antoine and Louis, he had trouble remembering all these facts and found them as being tedious. He found himself day dreaming, his eyes wandering around the room, once in a while his eyes stopped on the teacher and he traced her body with a glance, suppressing a small shudder. The girls in class had nothing on her, not in the slightest could they compare, not in this boy's eyes.

He couldn't help but jump a little when she approached his desk, he looked down embarrassed. "No ma'am...nothing to share." he said, he sadly accepted the paper he was to show his other teacher. He wondered what he was in for having to stay here after class. Part of him rejoiced at the idea of being alone with his teacher, the other dreaded what sort of punishment she had in store for him. He noted the fact she was not wearing a bra today, he didn't manage to hide a gulp or avert his gaze from them soon enough to be un-noticed, he looked down at his desk.

 

[Plastic Redemption]

She collected her books that had been placed on the side counter, and replaced their spot on top of her desk. They were far too large for the dainty body she had-- her heels doubtfully added more height to her appearance. She heard a knock at the door and jumped, closing her middle drawer of her desk immediately. She had a few...less than appropriate things in there, and it was an automatic reaction to close it."One second." she took the small key from her silver charm-bracelet and locked it, returning to the door. "Ah, right. I forgot. sit down in the front, then." She said, returning to her desk. She had collected the information from his next period teacher, so he was to spend all period in isolation. Well with the exception of her. She selected the Health book down on the desk, and leaned down to flip the pages to where he was supposed to be. "Growth and Development-- you should end on the ending chapter; the Assessment. Also, a few paragraphs of why Sexual activity is negative for Teenagers. If you didn't get enough information about it with the pages provided, you can use my computer during lunch. And that doesn't mean porn." She smiled once and returned to her desk. Mentally face/palming herself-- she was being too nice again.

When it seemed like forever, the bell rang meaning the five minuets to get to class was over-- and a signal that his period of isolation had just begun. She cleared the board from her previous class, only to begin writing it again once this period was over. She didn't have anyone second period, so this suited nicely. She didn't want to have to bring down hardly on him, of all of her students-- but she had to. The mistake of last year, being her first year teaching ever had set a widely known reputation of giving in easily. She cleared her throat and said "I don't want to have to keep disciplining you like this. But a lot of students miss valid points-- I doubt you want to spend two periods alone in here, do you?"

Well, with her supervision of course. Even the scolding she was attempting at was weak-- it had only been her second year of teaching-- so the whole theory of 'Be kind, and that's all it takes' motto quickly was shot down previously. She turned to her desk and placed a gold chain with a decorative heart on it around her neck-- the point of the heart barely teasing the cleavage of her breasts and opened a magazine-- naturally something intelligent like Time, but it was far too thick to be anything of that sort.It was merely a cover on top of her actual reading-- which was a little less than suitable for school. She had used her free period for...'special activities', keeping her drawer next to her handy. She had forgotten that she was to keep Steven in, so she more or less had to share her Me-Time with him.

 

[ShadowNinja4d4]

Steven sighed when knocked on the classroom door, he was dreading his isolation time with Miss Davis. Through the classroom window he was able to make out her quickly pushing stuff into her desk drawer and locking it, he wondered what it was but decided it was probably a very good idea not to ask. He was dreading the isolation time, it meant a full two hours alone with the youngest hottest teacher in the school since break at his school was an hour long thing. Steven gulped and licked his lips as she approached and let him in. He listened to her explain what he was supposed to do as he followed her into the classroom, he almost wanted to complain about having to write something on why sex was BAD for teens considering it was something he as a male was very interested in. He decided he was going to disagree with whatever reasons the book said or else explain why the information wasn't correct but verbally he simply agree'd with her. "Yes Miss Davis." he said softly.

He picked a desk and sat down at it, then when the bell rang he opened the book and made like he was reading, but while she was erasing the board his eyes were actually on her. He slowly traced his gaze up and down her body, noticing that in the right light her top actually was just barely semi-transparent and he could make out her back, he gulped as he realized what that would mean if she were to turn around and face him so he turned his attention to the book, not wanting to make an awkward situation. He glanced at her and watched her go back to her desk and start to read the Time magazine. He turned his attention back to the book and got to work on his paper, though it was hard work. He carefully wrote down the sort of information she would want to see, arguing the point she wanted, but he made little slips in it that would indicate he disagreed.

After a short while Steven grew bored with the assignment so he started to write a short story, a fictional story in which he and Miss Davis were the characters. He described her in sexy lingerie, went into detail on exactly how his hands traced her curves, the feel of her lips. As he wrote he found himself starting to get excited by his own creation. He grew hard as he re-read parts of the short story, his breathing becoming just slightly more excited, he kept shooting glances at Miss Davis to check if she was noticing. He made a small noise sound like a grunt and then froze in terror, he knew that Miss Davis would notice something like that. Feeling like an idiot he quickly tried to shuffle the papers so his very detailed erotic story would be hidden when she came to check, he put on the best innocent face he could and tried to calm his breathing as he prepared to face her.