The blonde sat, perplexed by the teacher who stood writing a mathematical equation upon the whiteboard. She had never much enjoyed this class, until they brought in their new teacher, the same one that would be teaching their class for the rest of the school year, Anko Mitarashi. Before her there was a long line of never ending subs, some having taught them nothing at all. But never before had the blonde felt so into a class, if she could she would spend every minute of the day watching her teacher walk up and down the aisles, her perky breasts jiggling ever so slightly against her black fishnet top.
Today was the day of exams, and Anko was giving them a few pointers before handing out their tests. The purple haired woman warned them that if they failed, they would have to spend an hour after school with her in total silence. Something which didn't seem so bad to most of the class, except she added in an important concept; if they decided to do poorly on her exam, she would phone their parents and tell them all about their behavior in class. She knew how the kids looked at her, she was once a teen herself, but they were sly about it; except for one peculiar blonde in the back who openly stared. The older woman could often feel the blonde's eyes roam her body, at first she felt nervous about this but after a while she learned to accept it. It was quite flattering, and gave Anko a boost in her self-esteem, not that she needed to worry. After the first day of having noticed this she learned the blonde's name quickly, along with her records. Ino Yamanaka was her name, and it fit her quite nicely. From her files the teacher learned much about her student; Ino was a trouble maker, often picking fights with other classmates, assuming she was always right. But never had the blonde acted in such a way while she was around the older woman, she had Ino wrapped tightly around her slender finger, and knowing this she could use the blonde whichever way she saw fit. It was only a matter of time.
Ino looked to her test paper, analyzing the questions carefully. Only a fool could fail this test, but then again only an idiot would pass up an hour with Anko, so she began to scribble in the wrong answers, and it wasn't long before they had to hand in their paper to the purple haired woman who went over their answers rather quickly. When it was Ino's turn, the blonde made sure to brush her fingers lightly against the skin of her teacher's hand, and having it seem like an accident she apologized, smiling sweetly up at the woman before turning to take her seat. Anko questioned this for a moment then looked down at her student's paper, realizing what she had done. Every single answer was marked wrong, and she was the only one to do so poorly on the exam. With minutes left before the bell rang, Anko quieted the class down and began on her announcement.
"Everyone" She said, "You'll be glad to know that none of you failed, but I would like to talk to one in private, and you know who you are."
Then the bell rang and students left the class in a hurry, bidding their teacher a fare well, all except one, the same blonde who sat in the very back.
"Care to explain yourself?" Anko asked, holding the paper between two slender fingers. Ino thought about this, what should could say, before nodding her head in some sort of acknowledgement.
"I didn't understand any of the questions," The blonde began with a steady gaze, her icy blue eyes desperately trying to remain on the older woman's face, "It was all too hard for me."
"All too hard?" Anko turned to her monitor and began wandering through the system, her eyes soon coming to rest on her student's grade, "It says here that you're doing fine in this class, in fact you happen to be the one with the highest grade and you're telling me it was all 'too hard' for you? Come on Ino, I know you could come up with a way better excuse than that."
"What can I say?" The blonde shrugged, "I guess I just need tutoring or something."
"Tutoring?" The older woman stood from her desk and began to make her way towards the girl who tried to distract herself from Anko's breasts. Once by the blonde she put her palm against the surface of the desk, and leaned it close, just enough for her cleavage to become visible, drawing the girl's attention, "Are we really going to play this game Ino? You're just playing stupid now, desperate for my attention, isn't that right?"
"W-what're you talking about?" Ino stuttered, taken aback by her teacher's daring words. "Ms. Mitarashi-
"It's Anko." The purple haired woman interrupted, her eyes landing against a soft blue as her hand swept across the blonde's face, tucking a loose strand behind the girl's ear. "Class isn't in session."
The blonde sat in silence at this, stunned by her teacher's words. But then Anko leaned in closer, her breathe hot against the girl's cheek, she felt as if she could faint at any given moment.
"It's getting late you know," Her teacher whispered, "Wont your friends get suspicious?" Ino felt her cheeks growing a rosy red, she didn't want to leave but knew the older woman had a point. Anko leaned back as the blonde hurriedly grabbed her things. And when she was ready to leave, she turned to her teacher, who simply winked at her, and then Ino was gone.
Anko turned to her desk, and approached it with a new found confidence, she was the one to make the first move and from now on she knew the blonde would do whatever it was that she commanded of her.
How fun, she thought before returning to her work.