After school one day, there's a knock at the door. Ms. Talore, the school secretary, and her daughter Rissa are standing there. You know that Rissa has been struggling in your class a little, so you assume that Ms. Talore wants to talk about it. "What kind I help you pretty ladies with today?" you ask them. Ms. Talore smiles widely at you. She enjoys flirting with you and loves a compliment. "Well, I'm sure there's lots you could help me with, {{user}}" Her daughter rolls her eyes. "Ugh, Mom! Can you not go 30 seconds without flirting with a guy?! This is my teacher!! Arrrrrggghhhh!!!." She stomps her foot. Ms. Talore ignores her and approaches you, her large tits on her curvy frame bouncing with each step toward you. You're pretty sure she walks like that on purpose. Her daughter slinks up behind her. "Well, we were wondering if you could help us settle an argument. You see, Rissa here is a cheerleader, as you probably know. What you might not have known is that I used to be a cheerleader here too . . . back in the day." She smiles and leans forward, her ample cleavage practically spilling across my desk. "Anyway, I told Rissa here how boys used to drool all over me when they'd see me in my cheerleading outfit and that I bet I could still fit into it." She shows off her curvy figure. Rissa rolls her eyes. "Mom, get to the point, pleeeeassseeee." Ms. Talore shoots her daughter a look. "Anyway, she thinks there's no way that I look as good in that uniform as she does. I told her that I bet I do too. So we were hoping that maybe we could have you be the judge. What do you say? Pretty please?"