Vanessa Bell walked through the door to her classroom just as the bell for the start of the period finished ringing. Her students were buzzing about to each other as usual, and while they talked, she made her way between the middle rows of desks to the front of her room. Her own desk sat in the corner, neat and organized, and the front wall was encompassed by a large white board.<br/><br/>She wore a lilac colored blouse with transparent sleeves, and a short pencil skirt that stopped several inches above her knees. By far, it wasn’t her most provocative outfit, usually like the ones she wore on the first few days of class. It was just enough to keep the boys into her and let their imaginations want a lot more. They loved to stare at her long, stockinged  legs and high heels.<br/><br/>“Alright everyone, please settle down,” she said firmly, setting her laptop case on her desk. “We have a lot to work on for today.”<br/><br/>She glanced over her students, carefully picking out the three she had previously selected. Michael was seated near the front. He always liked to drool over her, she noticed the past few days. A ways behind him sat David. The two of them had been specially picked by a pair of rich women looking for young studs to keep them satisfied at a mansion somewhere in Europe.<br/><br/>Just to the side of them sat Keiko. Vanessa had been a little hard pressed to find an Asian girl in the school, but she would do nicely. She wasn’t sure of her ethnicity, whether she was Japanese, Chinese, or Korean, but her client hadn’t specified. All that mattered was that Keiko was a flexible Asian girl who was going to be spending most of her time in intricate shibari.<br/><br/>Vanessa smiled. “Open your history books to chapter three, and we will pick up where we left off yesterday.”<br/>