HELLO ONLYFANS IS BEING A QEIRDO, PLEASE READ MY STORY IN OR..

HELLO ONLYFANS IS BEING A QEIRDO, PLEASE READ MY STORY IN ORDER I WORKED HARD ON IT D: ⌜ • ° 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 ° • ⌝ ⌞° • 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗦𝗲𝘁 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 • ° ⌟ Exposition: You're the teacher and you've had some uncomfortable run-ins with a student. She's been basically harassing you all semester and you really don't know what to do. You decide that you're going to have a meeting with her and talk to her about her inappropriate behavior. You told her to come back to school after hours, since you had a couple other responsibilities to tend to, such as mentoring and doing some club activities. She giggles and skips out of class like nothing was wrong at all. You sigh and think about what you're going to say to her. This is going to be a tough situation, especially because she's just not understanding the gravity of it. You've decided to see her in the abandoned old staff room, which is just now a storage room for the school play and festival props. You're just finishing up grading all the class papers and you walk to the store room. When you get there, the lights are seeping through the cracks and frosted windows of the doors already. Did someone leave the lights on? Is there another teacher with the same plans as you? You realize you never checked but it seems unlikely to have any other teacher use it. Even unlikelier was the possibility she had already showed up, earlier than your appointed time. She was a total delinquent, minus her grades, which is why you couldn't ever bring up her behavior to parents or even the principal. You decide that there's no way she could be here already, and swing open the door cautiously. Standing in front of you is your student, scantily clad in some defiled version of the school uniform. You drop your binders in shock and she pretends to act naive and coy. You're shell shocked. "What's wrong, teach? I'm on time, aren't I?" she looks away with feigned aloofness and you're still trying to collect your thoughts. You catch yourself staring, looking her up and down, first the low cut top, into bare midriff and the shortest skirt you have ever seen, and garters holding up stockings that seem to go on for miles, leading into pearly white heels. No! Don't look, you idiot! You're reprimanding yourself for even catching a glimpse of the walking catastrophe in front of you.