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Well, I took my son's phone away this morning, and apparently you two have been sexting.
Anyways, you set this to him on a school night, okay?
He missed football practice this morning.
I didn't mean for anything to happen.
He was struggling in my class, and I kept him after school a couple days to help.
He developed a little crush on me.
I know I should have been the responsible one, but I'm lonely and he's so sweet.
Well, I can see from looking around that you're one of these new age type teachers,
and I think treating your students like your peers is how to help them, but they're not your peers.
They're your students.
You're the adult.
You're supposed to be the responsible one.
You know, okay, I'll tell you what.
I could have you job.
I could ruin your career.
You could be done teaching forever.
I could go to the school board and tell them.
But I'll tell you what.
I'll make you a deal.
I won't get you fired if you have sex with me.
Well, come on.
It shouldn't be a problem for you since you're already such a tramp.
I'm not a tramp.
I just, I like your son.
Well, in society's eyes, you're a predator, and now you're going to know what it's like to be taken advantage of.
Take your clothes off.
Take your clothes off.
And you'll take a few pictures of my own.
Let's do what you got.
This is a chase.
Are you happy?
Yeah, I'm pretty happy.
Well, don't you lose that skirt.
You have to take the skirt off.
Leave the heels on.
You don't deserve to be comfortable.
I mean, don't you think that's a little ridiculous?
I do.
You know what else I think is ridiculous.
Because you're sending photos of yourself to my son.
Okay, okay.
I mean, don't you feel ridiculous?
You do, don't you?
I do.
Okay.
Point made?
Point made.
Now.
That's the thing we need to do.
Let's go ahead and lose these goddamn fuzzy pillows.
Okay.
I'm just trying to create an ice environment for my sister.
I know.
I can feel it.
I feel like you're teaching God to you here or something.
Why don't you go ahead and lose that bra?
Yeah.
Mr. Fire.
Let's...
Yeah.
Let's...
Let's lose the bra.
There you go.
All those are nice.
Those are just lovely.
Okay.
Let's get you on your knees.
Go ahead and start this way.
I said sex, right?
Did you think I meant a strip show?
Just so I'm clear.
Yeah.
You are not going to go to the school board.
If I do this.
Yeah.
That's the idea.
Does that sound good?
Would you like to keep your job?
I mean, clearly you could probably...
You could find other things to do.
No, I would like to keep my job.
That's good.
Okay.
Let's go ahead and do that now.
Very pretty.
Very pretty girl.
I can see what my boy likes you.
Go ahead.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Go ahead.
Spit on it.
Spit on it.
Yeah, you messed it.
Try again.
There you go.
Yeah.
Okay.
Go ahead.
Let's do your best.
Okay.
Okay.
I mean...
What?
What is it?
Is there a problem?
Nope.
There's no problem at all this time.
Yeah.
Whatever you want.
Okay.
Yeah.
Turn around now.
We can heal them.
You've got, like, a crazy fucking...
A two-par album for somebody who just...
Like, pretty much...
Is my boy.
That is not how it happens.
Okay?
Like I said, I didn't mean for anything to happen at all.
It's not my fault.
Your son is so sweet.
Yeah.
Stop.
I'm very sweet.
You're very sweet.
Oh.
Look at that.
So, have you given it to him yet?
Have you?
Of course not.
That would be...
That would be unprofessional.
Yeah.
I mean, you're not even wearing it.
Okay.
You can show them when you're in class.
Show them what you got.
Of course not.
Yeah.
I wouldn't do something for it all.
Yeah.
I don't like you.
I don't like this one.
What?
You better let me do this.
I am...
I...
I...
I agreed.
You agreed to what?
That I want to keep my job.
So, whatever.
You feel like you need to do.
That happen.
Yup.
Bad girl.
Yup.
Say it.
I'm a bad girl.
I'm a bad girl.
Yeah.
And I'm a predator.
I'm a predator.
You like young boys, huh?
Like young men?
No.
You want to say that instead?
No, I just...
I like your son.
Yeah.
Oh, I like you.
And I'm going to go ahead and do this.
Oh.
Maybe you're not used to grown men's penises, huh?
Say it.
I'm not used to grown men's penises.
I'm not used to grown men's penises.
I'm a dirty whore.
Say it again.
I'm a dirty whore.
Hey.
Listen, that's not how you think it is.
Oh, it's not.
Exactly this.
I like him.
He's a sweet kid.
I'm not a predator.
I just want to keep my job.
Let's get those pantyhose off.
Let me see you do it.
It's going to be done right.
He's off for you.
You are beautiful.
I kind of see what's coming out of here, man.
Thank you, let's try it.
It's so beautiful.
Oh, yeah.
We're in a lot of professional clothing.
Oh, fuck.
Damn it, you're fucking boring me.
Well, then I guess we have fulfilled our deal.
Uh, not necessarily. I haven't finished.
A deal isn't over until it's over.
What do you do?
Do you have any oil?
Do you have any oil or something?
Yeah, get some oil.
Yeah, go do it.
Of course you have oil.
Would you want oil?
Of course.
All right, here. I'll tell you what.
You put it on. Let me watch.
Try the x-axis.
Put it on. What? You?
On me? Yeah.
You want me to oil myself up in the middle of my classroom?
Yeah, no. It's fine. It's fine.
It's fine. I'm just going to enjoy the show.
Okay.
See what you got. Let me see your tongue.
You know what I'm talking about.
That's my last year.
So who's doing the learning today, huh?
Yeah.
That's nice. It's still nice, doesn't it?
You look very good.
Let's see the backside.
I'll help you with the oil.
Yeah.
That fucking look. Oh, my God.
It's so beautiful.
I haven't reached down further and touched it.
There you go.
You like it?
Just like that.
Maybe.
Do you want me to touch you?
Yeah, I do.
Ask me to tell you.
Just touch me, Mr. Fire.
Do you want to kiss me?
What do you want to do?
I am.
I want to ride your cock.
Oh, my God.
I can't even do anything.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Yeah, it's so cold out.
I'll just say you ground up versus in your stomach.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
I do like that.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Okay, that'd be good.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
You're going to do it.
You're going to do it.
You're going to do it.
There you go.
Clever.
What's in here?
Mr. Fire, you're going to do it.
Oh, my God.
Oh, it's too cold out of my face.
Yeah.
Oh...
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Um.
I just don't know.
I'm just going to have to make a school board, right?
Just stay away from my son. It's just kind of creepy.
Thanks.
You're a peach.
No, no, no, no.
I don't need her to shape me.
It's those knees.
It's the knees.
It's the knees.
Okay.
There you go.
You want me to touch you?
I want you to go ahead and try that again.
Okay.
Somebody do a reverse first?
Yeah, you're going to do reverse first and then regular.
So you'll just say, I want to ride your cock and then I'll back out and cut and then we're just going to do a hard cut to fire.
First we'll do all that stuff.
Yeah.
F-I-R-E.
Fire.
Here's your remember when you think of the regular fella.
Okay.
I'm going to start in a different angle and you guys can just keep going.
Okay.
I can't see the hair, so.
Okay.
There's so much.
Oh, I see.
I feel it.
You found it?
Okay.
Look, I was like, look, look, look, I feel the hair.
Okay.
You ready?
Mm-hmm.
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