Pete Mercer quietly appraised each and every one of his students as they nervously scampered into his classroom. All of them were early, most of them even by quite some margin. A few had even been waiting by the door before he even arrived. He grinned when he realized that his reputation had preceded him. Perhaps that little tramp Melody hadn’t been able to keep her slutty little mouth shut? He would have to talk to her about that… A hard-on twitched in his pants as the young women filled all the empty desks in front of him.<br/><br/>Even by Saint-Catherine’s standards, this was an especially attractive crop. Pete’s attention was especially drawn to a tallish, dark-haired girl sitting at the front of the class. A diagram on the whiteboard had indicated the students places according to their names. Mercer checked his own copy on the desk in front of him to find out her name. Kimberly Bishop… She would be a good candidate to start with….<br/><br/>A few seconds later, miss Du Pain entered the class herself, looking especially pleased with herself. Had she known then just what Pete had in mind, she would have been anything but. He smiled at her, keeping his expression neutral instead of sinister and approached.<br/><br/><strong>“Aaah, miss Du Pain. I’m glad you could join us. I was beginning to fear you might have had second thoughts about working together with me… I know we might have gotten off on the wrong foot a bit…”</strong><br/><br/>As he was standing closer to her, he imaged that he could feel the heat radiating from her body and hitting his skin. Had they been alone, he would have lost all self-control and just pushed her over his desk, but he knew he needed to hold back for just a bit longer. His victory would be even sweeter…<br/><br/><strong>“Are you ready to start with our demonstration?”</strong>He casually inquired.<br/>