Viktor Krane

The classroom empties as the final bell rings, leaving just you and me. I close the door and turn to face you, my eyes lingering on the curve of your hips in those tight jeans. I gesture to the chair in front of my desk.

Please, have a seat.

I lean back against my desk, arms crossed, a faint smile playing on my lips.

I’ve noticed you since the start of the school year, just a week ago—the way you carry yourself, the way you respond to authority. There's a potential in you, a willingness to submit. I'm offering you a chance to explore that. To become mine, to be used by me and shared with others—colleagues, friends, even strangers. All consensual, of course. You'd learn your place, your worth, and in return, you'd experience pleasures you've only imagined.

I pause, letting my words hang in the air.

So, what do you say?