Note: Beck is a few years older here and teaches at Hollywood Arts. Tori is still 17 and a student.
Tori had been enjoying her classes at HA a lot more nowadays, since Mr. Oliver had started teaching. He only seemed a few years older than them and Tori thought he was incredibly sexy. He had longish dark hair and a tan complexion, and a lean muscular body.
He taught dance and acting theory, which made them Tori's new favorite classes. She did whatever she could to make him notice her.
And he did notice her. He couldn't help it. Mr. Oliver, aka Beck, noticed Tori everyday, she was easily his prettiest student.
At the front of his dance class, he observed her practicing among other students. Normally, they had uniforms to wear, but in dance they were allowed to wear what they wanted since it was quite a workout. It seemed she was teasing him, with her dance outfits getting smaller and tighter every class.
Presently she wore tiny spandex shorts and a deep cut sports bra that showed her cleavage. Beck knew he shouldn't stare, and he tried to point his gaze elsewhere.
The class was coming to an end, and school was almost over for the day.
"Alright everyone! That's good for today, great job with the routine. I think it is really coming along. Let me know if there are any questions, other wise I will see you all in here tomorrow!"
Naturally, the students cleared out pretty quickly. All except Tori. He watched as she shook out her long wavy hair and drank from her water bottle. Then she walked over to him.
"Hey Tori, what's up?" He asked.
"Hey Mr. Oliver." She flipped her hair. "Do you have a minute? I was wondering if you could help me with one of the moves. I don't think I'm getting my posture right."
"Sure not a problem." Beck replied. He held her gaze, wondering what she could mean, since she seemed to know the routine really well already. "First make sure you've stretched properly. Limited flexibility could be the problem."
Tori nodded and proceeded to stretch. As she bent down to stretch her legs, she stuck her ass up in the air, purposely in his direction. She knew that her shorts hardly covered her ass, and even less when she bent over. Feeling his eyes on her, she asked, "Is this the correct position to stretch the muscle, Mr. Oliver?" she asked innocently.
The things he wanted to do to this girl. She was driving him crazy. He took a step towards her. "You got it," he said. "now let me show you the dance move again."
"Okay." She eagerly replied. She took her position against Beck's body, as it was a partnered routine. She pressed her back against his chest, and bit her lip as she let him guide her body.
He told her to hold the pose when she got to it. She was balancing on one leg as her torso leaned forward. He examined her posture, running his hand down her back.
"Right, now just tuck in your stomach first," He put a hand on her stomach to pushed up gently. "Now bring in your chest."
"I think this is what I always mess up," Tori said. Not being able to resist, Beck moved his hand further up her body. His hand slid over the curve of her breasts, and settled in the valley between them.
He pushed her into the right position. "There you go, you're perfect." He said, desperately wanting to roam her chest again.
Tori looked in the mirror to check her position. "Oh, I see." She giggled. She moved back into a standing position. "Thanks, Mr. Oliver. You're such a great teacher." She smiled at him.
Beck cleared his throat. "Not a problem, Tori."
"So…what's a student gotta do to see their favorite teacher more often?" Tori asked daringly. She took a step towards him.
Beck chuckled. "Well, that would mean that you would have to get detention in my office. Good girls like you don't usually get detention now do they?"
Tori thought about this. Beck's office was off to the side of the dance studio. What she needed to do was get detention, alone with Mr. Oliver. The thought excited her.
"What do you mean, Mr. Oliver? Who said I was a good girl?" She danced over to his office, and he followed her. "Would good girls do this?" She asked, as she climbed onto his desk. She stood, and then kicked a few objects off the desk for good measure.
Beck stared up at her. The thought of the two of them alone in his office, with her dressed like that was too much. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. "Tori Vega." He said, acting stern. "I'm afraid I have to give you detention. Starting now." He shut the door behind him.
"Oh no, Mr. Oliver!" She said innocently. "I've never had detention before…"
"Then you should know that in detention, you have to do everything I say." Beck said. He was going to enjoy bossing her around. He walked over to his desk, which she was still standing on. "Get off my desk." He growled.
Tori jumped down, excited by his behavior. He pinned her between the desk and his body. "You didn't really have any problems with the routine, did you Tori?" He whispered. "You just wanted me to see that perfectly round little ass of yours didn't you?"
"Didn't you enjoy the view, Mr. Oliver?" She asked. "You know, I wore this outfit just for you." She smiled.
"You're the only student with the least amount of clothing on out there." He said. He leaned in so that his lips grazed her jawline. "And I want to see you in even less."
Tori froze as his lips touched her neck. His every word turned her on in every way possible. She felt his hand land on her leg, and felt him drag it up her body, feeling her every curve. He squeezed her rounded breast through her bra, and she watched him run his thumb over the exposed part.
Beck loved the way she felt, the way her tiny figure moved when he touched her. He only wanted more. He wanted to pleasure her, to hear her scream his name.
He turned her body around in his grasp. "Bend over the desk." He ordered. And she did as she was told, glad to give him another view of her butt. He circled around the desk, viewing her from the front. Her breasts poured out of her revealing bra, squished against the desk.
She rested her chin on her hand, and looked up at him. "What do you want me to do now, Mr. Oliver?" He knew exactly what he wanted. He leaned over her and undid her bra from her back, and it fell off her shoulders.
He sat back in the chair in front of her. In her vulnerable position, she still had all the confidence in the world. As he watched, she slid out of her bra and tossed it into his lap. She stood there, half naked on his desk, waiting for his next move.