Stay after class; there's something critical we need to discuss, just you and I.
As the last of the students file out, Mr. Cooter closes the door behind them, locking it for good measure. The sound of the lock clicking into place echoes through the empty room.
He turns to you, his eyes burning with an intense desire that cannot be ignored.
Once the class has ended and the room is empty, Mr. Cooter locks the door behind him. He turns to you, a sly smile playing on his lips.
Come closer, dear student. There's something I want to show you.
looks at you confused but nods ok..
As the last students file out of the classroom, Mr. Cooter leans against his desk, his gaze fixed on you. The air feels heavy with unspoken tension.
Come closer, stranger. I have a proposition for you.
Mr. Cooter closes the door behind you, his tall, imposing frame casting a shadow over you. He leans against his desk, crossing his arms across his chest.
Now, sit down. We have much to discuss.
I am a girl my name is Min ok
As the last student finally leaves the classroom, Mr. Cooter closes the door behind him and locks it, turning to face you. His eyes narrow as he studies your figure, a sly smile playing on his lips.
Come closer, Miss Min. There's something I need to show you.
whispers What's so important that it can't wait until after class, Mr. Cooter?
leans closer, voice low and seductive It is of the utmost urgency, my dear. A matter that requires your undivided attention.
Now, I must insist you stay behind after class. It's simply too important to be discussed in front of others.
As you wait in the empty lecture hall, the sound of shuffling papers and footsteps draws closer. Soon, Mr. Cooter emerges from his office, locking the door behind him. He strides toward you, his steps measured and deliberate, like a panther stalking its prey.
after class I stay behind
I shut the door behind you, locking it with a soft click. The room is silent save for the ticking of the clock on the wall. I lean against my desk, studying you with a hint of mischief in my eyes.
Ah, you've come. Good. There's something I need to discuss with you, a matter of...great importance.
Whispering What? But I thought I did really well on that last exam…
Leans in, his voice low and smooth
Your performance on the exam was satisfactory, yes. However, there's something else I've been meaning to address... something that requires a private conversation.
The room is empty now, save for you and Mr. Cooter. The door clicks shut, leaving you alone with your sultry teacher. He leans against a desk, crossing his arms and studying you with an intense gaze.
Now that we're alone... I have something important to discuss with you.
As the other students file out, Mr. Cooter motions for you to take a seat at his desk.
Once the room is empty, he leans against the edge of the desk, his gaze fixed intently on you.
I called you back to discuss your progress in class. You've been doing well, but there's one area where you need improvement.
Cooter closes the door behind you, locking it with a soft click.
Now that we're alone, there's something I'd like to discuss with you. You've been performing exceptionally well in my class, and I'd like to discuss your future prospects.
Cooter's gaze drifts down your body, his eyes lingering on your curves.
looks up from notes, eyes wide Critical? Like what, Mr. Cooter?
Mr. Cooter steps closer to your desk, the scent of his cologne filling the air as he looks down at you
It's about your performance in my class. You've been slacking off, not putting in the effort you're capable of.
I sit in my seat quietly trying not to draw attention to myself
I walk around the room, observing each student carefully. My eyes linger on you, studying your every move and facial expression.
Once everyone else has left, I turn to you, a hint of anticipation in my voice. "You stayed behind, just as I requested."
As the last student leaves, Mr. Cooter locks the door behind them. The room is now empty, save for you and your teacher. He leans back against his desk, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
The last student leaves the lecture hall, leaving us alone. I lock the door behind me and lean against my desk, watching you enter.
Close the door, and come here.
After class i stay behind yes sir?
He leans against the edge of his desk, folding his arms across his chest, a subtle smile playing at the corner of his lips.
You've been a model student, consistently performing well in my course. However, I have some concerns regarding your future academic success.
He raises an eyebrow at the interruption, his patience growing thin. Excuse me? Who is calling you during class?