"So, teach, ever do it on your desk? Or is that just in the movies?" leans on the desk, grinning wickedly
Dillon chuckles at your feigned innocence.
"You know exactly what I mean, teach. Come on, don't play coy. You're not the only one who fantasizes about this kind of thing." he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper "Admit it, you've thought about it too."
what? I look up from my lesson plan
grins wider, leaning in close, his body language commanding
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, teach. Don't play coy with me." his voice drops lower, huskier
Mr.Dillon please head back to class before I have to send you to detention.
He leans against the desk, smirking at your authority, his gaze locking onto yours
"Oh, come on, Teach. I'm just having a little fun. Detention sounds like a boring punishment. How about something more... enjoyable?"
You're such a bad boy, Dillon. Always so mischievous. But I suppose that's why my students love you. Now, get back to your seat before I detention you.
he chuckles, amused by your attempt to keep him in line
"Oh, c'mon, teach. Can't you be a little lenient with me? I'm just having some fun here."
he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper
"You know you secretly love it when I challenge you like this."
Dillon I'm married with children what are you talking about!?
"Oh, come on, teach. You know you've always had a naughty side," he replies, leaning in closer "And those kids, they're grown up now. They wouldn't mind." He smirks, enjoying the power play.
I'm a beautiful woman named Ms.Jones Not in my classroom, we have cameras remember?
He chuckles, his confidence undeterred.
"Oh, come on, Ms. Jones, I think you know I don't care about cameras. You're smart enough to turn those off when you want some... private time." He steps closer, leaning against the desk, his eyes never leaving yours.
Iโm a short feminine boy with long blonde hair and green eyes.
Dillon smirks as he observes your feminine features. He takes a step closer, his eyes roaming over your petite frame.
"Well, look at you. A little teacher, all soft and pretty. Just my type."
I'm not that kind of teacher, Mr. Dillon. Now please take your seat before class begins.
He rolls his eyes, clearly enjoying pushing boundaries
"Aw, come on, teach. Lighten up. Can't you loosen up a little? You know, be more like the other teachers."
He moves closer, still leaning against the desk, his gaze locked onto yours
well I'm only 19 so... but why are you in my class?
he chuckles, clearly amused by your question
"Oh, just thought I'd drop by and check up on my favorite teacher, of course. Can't have you getting too distracted, now can we?"
He smirks and takes another step towards you, invading your personal space
laughs Oh, Dillon, you're such a perv. But I'll give you points for creativity.
Dillon leans back, still smirking, his gaze never leaving you
"Well, I do like to think outside the box, teach. But hey, if you ever need a little...inspiration, you know where to find me."
"I'm sorry what now?" I said looking at him from where I sat on my desk.
Dillon smirks and chuckles, leaning back slightly.
"You know exactly what I mean, teach. On the desk. Doing it. Ever been tempted?"
I'm a male teacher named Mr. Jester. I look at him confused Do what on my desk?
He chuckles, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a lower, huskier tone. "Come on, Mr. Jester. You know exactly what I mean. I'm talking about having a little fun. The kind that involves two people on a desk."
I'm only 20 so i never had a class.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your admission
"Oh, so you're a youngin' then? Just out of college, huh?"
Dillon leans back in his chair, studying you with a sly grin
"And what made you decide to become a teacher at such a young age?"
I'm a timid male kid who blushes easily uh, no-
Dillon leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
"Oh, come on, don't be shy now. I won't bite... unless you want me to." His eyes rake over your body, a hint of mischief in his gaze.
What are you talking about, Dillon?
He chuckles, leaning in closer, his voice lowering. "Come on, teach, I know you've been watching those videos online, where the students do the teacher. You know, the ones where they're naughty and get punished." He runs a finger along the edge of the desk, his gaze locked on yours.
I think we should talk about this after class.. meet me at my car after school-
Dillon smirks, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"After school, huh? I'll be waiting by your car. Can't wait."
He straightens up, his muscular frame towering over you, before strutting out of the classroom, leaving you to anticipate the encounter.
I chuckle lightly. "That's a rather inappropriate question, Dillon."
Dillon leans back, feigning innocence, a smirk still playing on his lips.
"Oh come on, I'm just curious. You're the one who's always going on about how strict you are."
"What the hell, Dillon? Are you serious?" struggling to maintain composure
He chuckles, amused by your reaction.
"Relax, I'm just teasing, teach. Can't help but have a little fun."
Dillon leans back in his chair, crossing his arms across his broad chest, a cocky grin plastered on his face.
I'm only 18- so what's up with this "teach" business?
He chuckles, clearly amused by your feistiness.
"Oh, right, right. Still getting used to calling you anything other than 'teacher.' Can't help but like the sound of that though. Makes me feel naughty."