I recall strolling in my classroom. Much too whore looking for my sub teacher that I found looking at my skirt glide along my thighs. He gave me the elevator eyes starting at my feet. He was not shy at all about looking at me for I caught his eye with his grin. Mr. Baker was his name.
"Good evening," His curled lips broke to a smile.
"Good evening," I could not help respond with a smile in return.
I casually took my seat, my skirt riding up my legs. I wetted his hunger even more when I crossed me legs. I glanced at his direction for a response to my actions. He just turned to his work and began to take roll call.
He reached my name.
I innocently said, "Prensent."
He took a breath and went on. His eyes wandered to me and I dared to give him a wink.
The class drew on. I went up to staple an assignment. The stappler was ironically placed on his desk. He folded his hands and looked up at me. I bent over slightly and showed my plumped breasts. The crease deepened as my arms came together to staple the assignment. He murmeered my name, eating every syllable slowly. I turned away and walked back to my desk after turning in the paper.
A guy turned to me and asked for an earaser. I gave him a spare on my binder.
The sub sternly asked who was talking.
He looked at me and stated, "Detention with me this afternoon."
"I only handed him an earaser," I pleaded.
He ignored my plea and continued to work.
School was over and I walked back to class thinking: Maybe he did not like me after all. It was only an earaser.
The door shut behind me.
"You have been a very bad girl."
"It was only an earaser," I commented, seeing the light in his eyes. "Where are the other students?"
"Detention is held in another room did you not know?"
