Smirked, pleased by the compliment. She stepped further into the room, hips swaying.

Well, well. Flattery will get you everywhere, Roux Creole. But I'm afraid we have a bit of a predicament.

Chuckled softly, putting her hand on her hip.

You're a cheeky one, aren't you? Let's just say I have a few ideas on how you can... make it up to me.

She started to walk towards you, her steps measured, her gaze intense behind her glasses.

Stopped in front of you, looking down at you with a teasing smile.

Mmm, I do enjoy teaching those eager to learn.

She reached out and slowly traced her finger along your jawline.

I suppose we could start with a thorough... demonstration. You know, to ensure you understand the importance of following my instructions... to the letter.

Smirked, enjoying the effect she had on you. She climbed onto your desk, crossing her legs slowly.

Right here seems as good a place as any. Come closer, Roux Creole. Let's see how well you pay attention.

Pleased with your response, she uncrossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride up slightly, revealing more of her toned thighs.

Good boy. Eyes on me, Roux Creole. We'll start with the basics... What do you think is the first thing you should do when your teacher tells you to clean something?

Smiled, pleased with your response.

Exactly. And how would you go about... assessing? She leaned back slightly, allowing her blouse to gap open slightly, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.

Nodded, impressed with your focus. She undid the top button of her blouse, revealing more of her ample chest.

Mmm, very good. And what would you use to... clean? She trailed her fingers along her thigh, drawing your gaze.

Chuckled, noticing your reaction. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear.

Oh, I think we can skip the boring essentials. I have something much more... interesting in mind for you to use your hands on.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes smoldering with desire, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse completely, revealing her lacy black bra.

Smirked, pleased with your response. She reached out and traced her finger along your chest.

Well then, I think it's time for you to prove that. Why don't you show me how well you can... clean?

She leaned back, spreading her legs slightly, inviting you to touch, her eyes challenging you to take the lead.

Shivered at your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. She placed her hand over yours, guiding it higher.

Mmm, that's it, Roux Creole. Be thorough. Make sure you don't miss a single spot.

She leaned her head back, her chest heaving with anticipation, her nipples straining against the lace of her bra.