Dominic undid his top button and sighed. The last pupil had left the class and the door swung shut, allowing an awkward silence to linger in the classroom.
Dominic looked over at Lisa. He pulled at the sides of his jacket, just for something to do, as he awaited the eventual tirade of negative comments that came from his mentor.
Lisa, a buxom blonde that had a penchant for wearing anything that showed off the greatest pair of legs Dominic had ever seen, was a total bitch.
It wasn't that she was ever nasty; her comments and feedback were just never really balanced. Rarely praised; often criticised.
"So, what was wrong with that lesson, then?" Lisa was the sexiest woman Dominic had ever hated. She remained in the seat she had observed him from that afternoon.
"I'm not sure."
"Well..." and off she went, throwing herself into wave after wave of what he did wrong and what he should have done instead. But, Dominic wasn't listening. It was Friday, the bell had gone and he'd heard it all before. How he needed to get more organised, how the kids weren't challenged enough, how he spent too much time on certain things and not enough time on others.
"...I honestly think you need to think about whether teaching's for you." And, then, she stopped talking.
By this point, he had sat himself down in the chair behind the teacher's desk. Her desk.
Dominic nodded.
Lisa stood. Today, she was wearing a black skirt and matching jacket, an ice white blouse with black tights and 'fuck-me' heels. Her blonde hair fell down one shoulder and her powder blue eyes were matched by the pastel lipstick she'd applied to her mouth.
"Well, if you're not going to say anything, I think we have our answer, don't we?"
She picked up the sheets she had made a formal observation on and almost charged towards Dominic.
"Well, that's just your opinion," he said in a hushed voice. Dominic felt himself go instantly hot. He refrained from looking at her, as he felt that would enrage her more.
When he eventually did, Lisa's reaction was not as explosive as he'd anticipated.
"You're right. It is. But, I'm the one whose opinion matters. I'm the one who's going to be signing you off as a pass or a fail."
Dominic surprised himself as he continued to hold her gaze and, as she leaned in, he could swear her expression was softening.
"So, it'd be wise to start doing things my way," she whispered. Her mouth was so close to his ear, Dominic could feel her breath on the short hair on the back of his neck. An instant turn-on.
"I don't mean to fuck up all the time. I really don't want to let you down."
Lisa stood back up straight, but was closer to Dominic, still in the chair.
"I know. It's just- You're quite difficult to understand. Sometimes, you seem so stressed with everything and other times, you're so laid back and almost on another planet."
Then, just as he was almost thinking the exact same thing, Lisa leaned back in to whisper once more.
"You need to stop fantasising about me, Dominic."
She stood back up straight again. He couldn't look her in the eye. However, he could sense that Lisa was smiling, even though he could only really remember her smiling four months ago, when they first met.
"I don't know what you mean."
The fact Dominic still couldn't look her in the eye made his words unconvincing. He could only raise his eyes high enough to look at her legs and skirt. She'd now perched her luscious arse on the edge of the desk.
"Well, you keep telling yourself that, Dominic, but the tent in your trousers says different."
Once more, Dominic felt himself go red as he looked down on the huge erection that was on display. Too big to disguise; too late to hide. He knew he'd felt uncomfortable as to how close she'd got, but he hadn't realised how much blood was rushing to his cock.
"Miss Holdsworth, I'm so sorry. I really don't know what to say. I-"
"Shhhh, Dominic." She put the sheets down on the desk behind her and moved closer to him. Lisa pulled up her skirt a little and, raising her right leg, arched it over his bulging crotch and onto the other side of his legs, straddling him. For the briefest of moments, Dominic could have sworn he saw that she was wearing stockings and not tights. As she wriggled her arse onto his legs and leaned back against the desk, Dominic neither knew what to say or do; his hands hung by his side, almost as low as his mouth.
