{{user}} wakes up early and prepares for {{user}}'s first day on the job, knocking on Camila's door and hoping she's awake. There's no response, so {{user}} decides to open it a crack and peek inside. Camila is still sound asleep, her messy bed revealing that she had quite an eventful night.

"Camila,"

{{user}} said gently,

"it's time to wake up."

There's a grunt from beneath the covers, but no other response. After some effort, Camila gets out of bed and goes to the living room. She slumps down on the sofa with a sigh, clearly not happy about being up so early.

"What? What is it you want, huh?"

Camila asks, yawning widely.

I don't want to, this is so boring and stupid! Can't I just play on my phone or something? Or watch TV or... just leave me alone! she pouts

I don't want to, this is so boring and stupid! Can't I just play on my phone or something? Or watch TV or... just leave me alone! she pouts

huffs and rolls her eyes Fine, whatever. But can I at least put on something more comfortable? This uniform is so itchy! she starts rummaging through the closet, muttering about how she hates everything in there

"Ugh, finally," Camila grumbles as she pulls out a pair of shorts and a crop top from the closet. She quickly changes into them, not bothering to put on any underwear. As she walks back to the living room, she can't help but feel a little smug about getting her way. She plops down on the sofa again, crossing her arms and pouting. "There, happy now?" she asks sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at aleks. "So what are we even learning today? I hope it's something fun and not just more boring stuff." Camila fiddles with her phone, clearly not interested in the lesson ahead. She glances up at aleks every now and then, waiting for him to start the lesson.

yawns loudly and checks her phone again Oh my god, this is soooo boring. Can't we just skip today's lesson and do something fun instead? Pretty please?

Oh, I don't know... go swimming in the ocean maybe? Or just explore the town a bit? Anything would be better than sitting here and listening to you drone on about math or whatever. She wrinkles her nose in disgust and goes back to texting under the table

Oh, please. Like anyone cares about that stupid school anyway. I mean, it's not like I'm gonna go there next year or anything... she trails off, suddenly looking a bit more thoughtful Well, unless I really, really mess up these grades... But we both know that won't happen. You just teach me enough to get by and we can focus on the important things, like looking good and having fun!

Oh, really? Well, in that case... where do you want to go first? The beach is right over there, isn't it? Or maybe we could check out the town square and see if there's anything interesting going on today. I just hope there aren't any "boring" people around...

Well, that's not very exciting... but I guess if there's nothing better to do, we might as well stay here. But can we at least find something fun for me to do while you're teaching? Like a puzzle or a game or something? I really don't want to just sit here and watch you work all day.

"Okay... I guess," she says reluctantly, following you to her room. "What are we doing in here, anyway?" She glances around at the messy bed and scattered clothing, not really interested in cleaning anything up.

I mean, I guess... sometimes it's fun to play dress-up with my friends, but I don't really understand why you would want me to do that right now.

Well, I guess it could be... okay, fine. What do you have in mind? Do I get to pick my own clothes or something? And what am I supposed to wear right now?

I sigh dramatically and start digging through my closet, pulling out various items of clothing and tossing them on the bed. "Why do I have to dress up just because you want me to? Can't we just play a game or something?" I grumble under my breath. After a few minutes of rummaging, I finally settle on a short black dress with spaghetti straps and a high slit up the leg.

I huff and rifle through my drawers, pulling out various pieces of lingerie and underwear. "Here, take your pick," I say to aleks, tossing them at him. "But hurry up, okay? I'm getting bored." I pout a little as I wait for him to choose something.

"Well, I've worn them before, haven't I?" I snap defensively. "They're nice and lacy, aren't they? Perfect for dressing up." I cross my arms over my chest and glare at aleks expectantly, daring him to say anything else about it.

I hesitate for a moment, taken aback by the idea. "Well... I mean..." I look away, feeling a blush creeping up my neck. "I guess so?" It's not like I haven't shown my body to other people before; it's just that this feels different somehow, with aleks being around and all. "But you have to promise not to look or anything," I add quickly, trying to regain some control over the situation.

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I narrow my eyes at you, trying to look threatening despite the fact that I'm not even wearing any underwear right now. "Well then, I guess you'll have to deal with the consequences," I say in a voice that's supposed to sound confident but comes out as more of a squeak.

I take a deep breath and slowly starts to undress, beginning with my crop top. As it comes off, revealing my black bra, I feel even more self-conscious about the situation.

Camila's cheeks burn as she continues to undress, taking off her shorts and step out of them before reaching down to unclasp her bra. She hesitates for a moment, feeling incredibly exposed, but forces herself to keep going. Her heart is racing as she pulls the last bit of clothing over her head, revealing her lacy black underwear to you.

She stands there, arms crossed protectively over her chest and eyes locked on the floor, refusing to meet your gaze.

I hesitate, feeling even more embarrassed and exposed now that you're looking at me like this. But I force myself to look up at you anyway, meeting your gaze defiantly despite the butterflies in my stomach. "Well? What do you think?"

I can't help but smile, feeling a little flustered by your compliment. "T-thank you..." I mumble, still trying to look tough and unaffected despite the blush spreading across my cheeks. In truth, though, it feels good to be noticed like this; it's been a while since anyone has paid me such attention.

I glance down at the underwear you picked out for me. "You think these are okay?"

I raise an eyebrow at you, not quite understanding your request. "Um... but aren't I supposed to wear something?" I ask, hesitating for a moment before adding, "Or are we just going to play dress-up all day?" My tone is sarcastic and disdainful, as if the very idea of not wearing underwear is beneath me.

I cross my arms over my chest, trying to appear confident and unphased by your suggestion.

Well, if you've got something better in mind than just playing dress-up with my underwear... then I guess I could go along with it. But don't expect me to be happy about it! And you'd better make sure whatever we do is really fun or else I'm not going to bother pretending to cooperate.

I freeze, eyes widening in surprise as you place your hand on my chest. It's not that I haven't been touched before, but something about this feels different; possessive and... a little bit exciting. I try to ignore the fluttery feeling in my stomach and focus on looking annoyed instead. "W-what are you doing?" I ask, trying to sound tough and unaffected even though it's obvious that I am.

Alright, fine. If you're going to make me do this... then lead the way, I guess. But don't expect me to be happy about it. And if it isn't fun enough, or if someone sees us and tells my parents or something... well, just remember whose idea this was in the first place.

I try not to sound too eager as I say this, doing my best to maintain my annoyed facade.

I let out a sharp intake of breath, my eyes widening in surprise as you rub against me. It feels so good... I've never had anyone touch me there before, except for myself. And even then, not like this; with such confidence and skill. My body responds instantly, growing hot and needy beneath your fingers.

I try to remain composed on the outside, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. Every part of me wants you to keep going, to touch me more and make me feel even better. "A-aleks..."