You Should Be - Innocent High - Teamskeet

Last week, the students at our institution underwent comprehensive career placement tests. As a result, my teacher, Mr. Glide, felt compelled to call me into his office to discuss my results. At first, he seemed to be beating around the bush, not willing to get straight to the point. However, after much prodding from his side, I finally got the lowdown: my test scores indicated that I would excel in a career as a stripper.

Upon hearing this news, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. To be honest, the idea of being a stripper had always held a certain allure for me. The thought of gyrating suggestively on stage while clad only in skimpy, revealing attire was something that had often crossed my mind. So when Mr. Glide broke the news to me, I decided to be honest with him and let him know that the idea of becoming a stripper did indeed appeal to me.

Unsure of how to react, my teacher stared at me blankly for a few moments before bursting into laughter. "Well, alright then," he said, visibly relieved. "You know what, maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all." And without further ado, he asked if he could see a demonstration of my stripping prowess.

Flattered by his request, I agreed to indulge him. Slowly and seductively, I began to undress, revealing myself bit by bit until all that was left was my lacey black thong and matching bra with its front clasp eagerly awaiting release. Next, I slinked over to his desk and, placing one hand on the cool surface for support, leaned forward, giving him a tantalizing view of my cleavage. Finally, I reached around behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall softly to the floor before stepping out of my thong, leaving me completely naked except for my platform heels.

Mr. Glide's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as he took in the sight of my perky breasts with their erect nipples, the hints of my trimmed bush peeking out from beneath me, and most importantly, my glistening pussy, already wet with excitement. Unable to control himself any longer, he reached out and touched me, his fingertips grazing lightly over my erect nipples before slipping down between my slit to find how wet and ready I was for him. And with that, he plunged his fingers deep inside me, filling me up with a sense of euphoria that only a true stripper could know.