Chloe awoke with a start, the classroom coming into focus along with the snickers of her classmates and the stern voice of her teacher. "Chloe, I've just about had it with you! This is the third time this week I've caught you sleeping in my classroom; come see me in my office after class." Chloe let out a little huff in response, rolling her eyes as the teacher returned to his place at the head of the classroom. She wasn't even upset that he called her out in front of the class, she didn't like any of her classmates anyway. No, it was just awfully tiresome being forced to pay attention to this pointless drivel day in and day out. <I just want to take a nap,> Chloe thought to herself, once again bemoaning the system that forced middle schoolers to get up at six o'clock in the morning five days a week.
Somehow managing to make it through the rest of the day without dozing off again, Chloe grabbed her bag from its place in the locker room and stood in silence for a moment, weighing her options. <I could just ditch and go home for the weekend, but Mr. Nelson is a real hard-ass, and I doubt he'll forget just because a couple of days pass. Ugh, I guess I'll just get it over with now.> With a sigh, Chloe made up her mind and begrudgingly started on her way towards her teacher's office.
"Chloe, I've got to say, you have some nerve. Not only are you failing my class, but now you don't even have the decency to stay awake?" Chloe reclined in the wooden chair opposite Mr. Nelson's desk, doing her best to appear as attentive as possible. In truth, she was more focused on the etchings adorning the arms of her seat, which was designed to be as uncomfortable as possible to the poor soul who found herself forced to sit in it. "Chloe! are you even listening to me?"
Chloe's eyes snapped up to meet her teacher's, and was surprised to see him look away. Usually, Mr. Nelson would stare you down for ten minutes if you dared to meet his gaze. <Why would he look away? Sure I wasn't paying attention, but that should only make his fiery gaze more intense, unless—> Chloe grinned at the realization, standing up with one fluid motion and approaching the older man. "Mr. Nelson," she began, her young voice dripping with honey. "Is it possible you were looking at my panties while I found myself occupied by the carvings on your oh-so-comfy chair?"
Mr. Nelson also stood from his place behind the desk, inching away from Chloe, step by step. "I'd understand if you were, school regulation allows us to have awfully short skirts, and the way I sit in chairs, with my legs apart and all... well, it would be quite easy for you to catch a glimpse of some forbidden clouds..." Chloe's innocent smile masked the scheming within, but even Mr. Nelson wasn't fooled by her currently angelic exterior.
"I really don't know what you're talking about, Miss Hughes," he stammered, his back pressing up against the office wall as he ran out of space to retreat.
"Oh, it's okay, you don't have to lie, who wouldn't sneak a look if given the chance? I mean, a fourteen-year-old girl as pretty as me? But, perhaps, you want more than a look?" Chloe took one final step forward, narrowing the distance between them to a single foot. "You know what, Mr. Nelson? I don't have a boyfriend, and even girls my age have needs. What would you say to a special arrangement between us? It'd be our little secret. In exchange for bumping my grades and letting me skip class whenever I felt like it, you could—well... let's just say you could have a once in a lifetime experience..." With these words, Chloe reached up to put her hands on the middle-aged man's chest, staring up at him with eyes that no sane man would be able to refuse.
Still, he didn't move. Mr. Nelson was frozen, and whether it was in fear or shock, was impossible to say. <A pervert and a pussy? Hmph, I guess I'll have to make the first move,> Chloe mused. Tightening her grip on her teacher's chest, the teen rose to her tiptoes and planted a light kiss on his grizzled cheek before stepping back.
"Miss Hughes! what are you doing?" Mr. Nelson demanded, his attempt at a patronizing tone greatly weakened by the visible tightness in his pants.
"Aww, don't be like that, call me Chloe; now c'mere and give me a real kiss, you dirty old pervert!"