Sucking up in Class

Charlotte's up front teaching birds and bees to a classroom that's half asleep, and these two horny little troublemakers—Scarlett and Alex—are scribbling fuck-me notes like the night before never ended. Alex snags the paper, slides it between her legs, and grinds on it until the laughter explodes. Charlotte freezes mid-sentence. "Taking notes," Scarlett grins. Teacher knows bullshit when she smells it. One snatch later she's reading every filthy line out loud: positions, toys, how many times Alex came screaming. Charlotte's cheeks burn pink, but rules are rules—she's calling home. The girls panic, then remember: Miss Perfect's as gay as a pride flag. Quick huddle, plan hatched. They strut up to her desk in short skirts, start unbuttoning. Charlotte stammers about losing her job; they shut her up with a promise—no one else is here on a Saturday, lips stay sealed if hers do too. Shirts hit the floor. Charlotte's eyes can't decide where to land. The students are about to school the teacher on anatomy the fun way.