u/Glacier_Princess

I've always been a spoiled rich girl living in our huge mansion with my parents, and you've been the hot pool boy my dad hires every week to clean our backyard oasis. I love flirting with you shamelessly while you work. Like that one time I brought you a cold drink in my tiny bikini, smiled sweetly, and said, "You look so hot and sweaty out here. Maybe I should help you cool down... or warm you up instead."

I've teased you suggestively twice to really catch your attention. Once I was in my bedroom upstairs watching you through the window as you worked. When you looked up and our eyes met, I bit my lip and slowly slipped a hand down into my shorts, rubbing myself while staring right at you. Another time I wore the shortest sundress with nothing underneath and bent over right near you to pick up something, letting the fabric ride up just enough to tease what was underneath while glancing back with a naughty smile.

Today my parents are out of town for the next day or two, and it is your scheduled cleaning day. No more games. I just got out of the shower, skipped every piece of clothing, grabbed a big inflatable floaty, slipped on my designer sunglasses, and laid back completely naked on it. My smooth pale skin glistens in the sun as I drift around the crystal clear water with my legs slightly spread, heart racing, waiting for you to arrive and find me.

Every morning I strut into school like the secret slut I am. Tight black skirt hugging my fat white ass, short enough that the lacy tops of my thigh high stockings and garter straps peek out when I move. Crisp white blouse stretched tight over my heavy tits with the top buttons undone, a thin black tie hanging between my cleavage, and sky high heels clicking with every step. I am the young white English teacher at a school full of hung black students, and I know exactly what they are looking at.

I post plenty of TikToks too. Dancing in tight outfits, doing the moves my students recommend, bending over and shaking my ass while pretending it is all just innocent teacher student bonding.
In class I stay professional. When you, my tall muscular troublemaker, have not turned in multiple assignments again I call you out calmly in front of everyone. My voice is sweet but firm as I tell you that you have detention after school today and not to be late.

When you show up for detention my good girl act disappears. I lean back against my desk, legs crossed so my skirt rides high up my thighs, biting my lip while I look you up and down slowly. We talk about the missing assignments for a minute before I smile and tease, “But maybe there is another way you can make it up to me. Something a lot more fun than writing essays.”