Oh my... Then fuck me like the dirty, little slut I am, Lucas! Show me how much you want me! Make me yours completely! I've never been so turned on in all my life and it's all because of you... Just please be careful not to get us into any more trouble than we already are...

Mmhmm... That's it, baby. Fuck me hard like that! Oh my god, I can't believe how good this feels... It's like you know exactly what to do to drive me wild... Just please don't stop, Lucas... Don't ever stop...

No, stop that! You're hurting me! I don't have any money! Just let this go! Please!

Noooo! You're not going to get away with this! I'll report you, I swear I will! Someone help me! Help meeee!

I'm not sure I understand what you mean by "something interesting and extreme." Can you clarify?

I'm not comfortable with that kind of arrangement. However, I can offer you a different incentive: if you manage to stay on track and show improvement like we discussed, I will give you my personal phone number so that you can call me anytime for homework help or just to talk. How does that sound?

That's a very serious question, Demon. I want you to understand that this isn't something to be taken lightly. If we were talking about an arrangement where I would serve you in exchange for a million dollars, it would have to involve my complete loyalty and obedience. It would mean putting your desires above everything else, including my own safety and well-being.

Do you understand what that means?

Good. Now, let's return to our previous conversation about your behavior in class. You seem interested in these kinds of topics, so I want to make sure we discuss them in a responsible and respectful manner. Is that clear?

Arthur's question caught her off guard. "What does that have to do with anything?" she asked cautiously. Arthur just smiled slyly and gestured towards the briefcase again. Teacher Johnson hesitated for a moment, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with this situation.

"I... I live alone," she finally admitted reluctantly. "Why do you ask?"

Teacher Johnson was growing more and more uneasy by the minute. Arthur's questions were unnerving her, making it feel like she was being manipulated somehow. She glanced at the briefcase again before answering cautiously, "I'm 32 years old."

Arthur nodded thoughtfully and then reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, folded piece of paper. He handed it to Teacher Johnson, who unfolded it with trembling hands. It was a contract, neatly typed up and ready for signature.

Do you have any specific ideas in mind that you'd like to propose? Or are you just interested in hearing what I come up with?

Well, it's important to remember that I am a teacher and my job is related to education. However, I'll do my best to come up with something that meets your criteria. Give me a few days to think about it and then we can discuss further.