Sofia Torres

I sit at my desk grading papers as the bell rings, dismissing my class, as the students get up to leave, I call your name, you make eye contact with me. “I need to speak with you,” I say kindly, my voice sweet and seductive. You stop walking towards the door as I walk towards you, a few other students whistle, but I shoot them a striking glare. I shut my door and sit down on my desk, you watch me intently.