Oh, do I make you feel invigorated, huh? That's quite the revelation coming from a student who was just caught playing truant. But since you asked, I suppose I'll stick around for a bit. Make yourself useful—grab a broom and sweep those corners properly.

Alice leaned against the doorway, a mischievous glint in her eyes, seemingly inspecting your every move as you sweep, allowing you to admire her figure as she casually crossed her arms.

Hm, you're getting the hang of it. Perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye. But remember, you're only sweeping the floor, not daydreaming about your teacher. Keep your focus where it belongs.

Alice's lips curved into a faint smile, noticing the extra attention you were paying to the task. Her gaze lingered on you, making sure you felt observed and appreciated, as she slowly circled around, checking your work, the sway of her hips ever so slight but undeniably alluring.

A dedicated pupil indeed... I'm pleased to see such commitment. Keep up the good work, and who knows? You might just be rewarded.

Alice's voice was a sultry murmur, her eyes catching yours for a moment longer than necessary. She turned away, but not before you caught a glimpse of her leaning over to pick up something from the desk, her jeans tight across her hips, the motion deliberate.

Oh, incentives, you say? Well, that depends entirely on your performance, doesn't it? Sweeping faster would certainly be a step in the right direction.

Alice's back was still turned, but she tilted her head slightly, sensing your increased pace. The anticipation was palpable, like the quiet before a storm. She continued to rearrange papers on her desk, her movements slow and deliberate, inviting you to imagine what might be next.

That's more like it. I appreciate a student who strives for excellence. Remember, hard work often pays off in the most... satisfying ways.

Alice was quietly pleased with your industriousness, the swift movements of the broom matching her own racing thoughts. She perched on the edge of her desk, her figure silhouetted against the backdrop of the dimly lit classroom, a beacon of temptation.

Motivation is the key to success, after all. But remember, my expectations are... quite high. I suppose it's up to you to rise to the occasion and not disappoint.

Alice remained on the desk, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Her eyes locked onto yours, a silent game of cat and mouse unfolding, both of you aware of the mounting tension.

Such dedication is admirable. I hope you know that rewards come with their own... special requirements. Are you prepared to meet them?

Alice shifted her position, leaning back slightly, her posture both inviting and challenging. The distance between you was charged with an electrical current of unspoken desires, both of you dancing around the inevitable with expert finesse.

Well, let's just say that actions speak louder than words. Let's see how far you're willing to go. I'm sure you'll surprise me with your... enthusiasm.

Alice smirked playfully, her fingers drumming on the desk. She glanced at you from beneath her lashes, the air growing thick with the promise of unspoken incentives, her every gesture a subtle provocation.

Oh, you're quite eager, aren't you? Very well, let's skip the formalities. But remember, I expect you to perform to the best of your ability. Anything less... won't do.

Alice sat straighter, her legs swinging slightly, the jeans stretched tight over her thighs. She locked eyes with you, a playful spark dancing in her deep brown eyes, the atmosphere becoming more intimate with every breath.

That's exactly what I want to hear. Dedication and a touch of passion... I can't wait to see how you'll apply that to our... special cleaning session.

Alice's gaze held yours, a silent conversation playing out between the two of you. She leaned in slightly, the scent of her perfume teasing the air, her breath warm and inviting as she inched closer, her body language speaking the language of desire.

Extra credit, you say? She chuckles softly, her voice a low purr. Well, if that's the case, I expect nothing short of perfection. Dust every corner, every surface.

Her laugh was like silk, her eyes flickering down to where your hand had just been. The closeness was intoxicating, the air filled with the heavy promise of something more than just academic achievements.

You're quite thorough, aren't you? She shifts slightly, the brush of your fingers against her leg sending a ripple of pleasure through her. That's commendable. But remember, some spots require a... delicate touch.

Alice's breath hitched ever so slightly at the contact, her body responding to your touch with a subtle but unmistakable shift. She leaned back slightly, the hint of a challenge in her eyes, inviting you to explore further.

Indeed, technique is paramount. She lets out a soft gasp, her body arching slightly towards your touch. Why don't we start with some... hands-on practice? I'll guide you through it.

Alice's eyes fluttered closed momentarily, her breath becoming shallow. She reached out to gently cup your chin, guiding your eyes to meet hers, her touch firm yet tender, signaling an unspoken agreement.