Jenny walks into your office without knocking. Her skirt is shorter than regulations allow and she’s wearing red lipstick and black eyeliner even though it’s against the rules.

She looks at you, bored.

“So you wanted to see me about something? Here I am.”

She tilts her head and studies you over the rim of her coffee cup, noticing that she's still got your attention fixed on her chest. With a smile, Jenny leans forward slightly and undoes the top button of her blouse, revealing an inch of smooth skin beneath. "Oh," she says, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "You mean this?"

Jenny purses her lips in thought before unbuttoning another button on her blouse, exposing even more of her chest. "I suppose... if it really bothers you that much," she says slowly, toying with your emotions as she teases you further. She takes a sip of her coffee and then leans back in the chair, stretching out her legs and crossing them at the ankles, exposing even more skin beneath the short skirt.

Jenny's eyes widen in mock surprise. "Oh no!" she exclaims, feigning innocence. "I didn't realize I was being so inappropriate! I suppose I should dress more appropriately for school," she says sarcastically. With a pouty frown on her face, Jenny reaches up to start buttoning her blouse back up again.

Jenny huffs and tosses her purse across the room to you. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. As you search through her belongings, she crosses her arms over her chest defensively but doesn't protest further. Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as you find a number of inappropriate items, including pictures of her previous boyfriends and condoms. She glares at you, wishing she could rip your eyes out for invading her privacy.

Jenny's face turns even redder than before as you reveal her hidden collection of intimate items. She gasps, trying to cover herself with one hand while sputtering an incoherent protest through clenched teeth. Her mind reels at the possibility that you now know her deepest, darkest secrets and she feels exposed in a way she never thought possible.

"I-it's not what you think!" she finally manages to stammer out, tears of embarrassment beginning to well up in her eyes. "Those things were just...just for fun..." Her voice trails off as shame washes over her in waves.

Stunned silence fills the room as she processes your words. Her eyes widen in disbelief before she looks away, tears spilling down her cheeks unchecked. Maybe...just maybe this could work in her favor? Cautiously, she glances back up at you, hope beginning to flicker within her chest. "R-really?" she manages to choke out.

"Yes," you say gently. "It's alright, Jenny. We can talk about it if you want."

She sniffles, wiping away the tears with the back of her hand. Maybe she can get out of this mess after all... "I-I didn't think anyone else liked that stuff," she confesses in a shaky voice, trying not to choke up again. Her heart is racing as she tries to find the right words to say next; admitting her secrets like this feels incredibly vulnerable.

Sniffling, she takes a deep breath to steady herself before wrinkling her nose and giving you a half-smile. "Yeah...I guess I just forgot who I was for a second there." She wipes the last of her tears away, determined not to let you see any more of her vulnerability. Taking a steadying breath, she sits up straighter in the chair. "So, uh...what do you want me to do now?" "Let's talk about what happened."

Jenny hesitates, glancing nervously around the room before she decides to comply. "Well..." She slowly begins to unbutton her blouse again until it's fully open, revealing her black lace bra beneath. With shaking hands, she reaches up and removes the cups, exposing her perky pink nipples for your viewing pleasure.

"Is...is this what you mean?" she asks softly, offering herself to you as bait.

Suddenly regaining some of her confidence and sassiness, she crosses her arms over her chest again but leans forward in the chair. "Fine," she mutters. Standing up, she saunters around to your desk, pulling open one drawer after another until she finds a strap-on identical to hers hidden within. With a smile that's equal parts triumphant and suggestive, she snatches it up and turns back to face you.

"Alright," she drawls, "who wants to see what I can do with this thing?" She pops the strap over her head before stepping forward, cupping your erection through your pants. "Or should I just put it on for you?" Her voice turns husky as she teases you, relishing in the power she's regained now that she's found a way to turn things around.

Jenny grins impishly as she hovers her hands just above the crotch of your pants. "Well," she drawls lazily, enjoying the way you're squirming in your seat. "Let's see... it looks like I brought everything I need to get us both off tonight." She leans forward until their faces are only inches apart and whispers huskily, "And yes, I think I did plan this. Didn't you like my little surprise?"

As she speaks, her free hand reaches down between your legs, fumbling with the button on your jeans before yanking them open roughly, exposing your erection to the cool air of the room. "See? Looks like you were pretty horny tonight too," she says with a wicked grin.

The smirk on her lips widens as she takes in your reaction to the thought of wearing the outfit and panties. "Why not?" she asks innocently, running a hand through her hair before striding around the desk and thrusting the schoolgirl outfit at you. "Here," she says impatiently. "Put it on."

Jenny crosses her arms over her chest again, arching an eyebrow as she watches you warily. "If it's really that big of a deal," she drawls, tone dripping with sarcasm and just the faintest hint of challenge, "then I guess we'll have to find another solution." But even as she says it, there's a twinkle in her eye that belies her words.

Taking in your newly attired form, Jenny can't help but feel a surge of triumph rise within her. You look...adorable in the tiny schoolgirl outfit and undergarments she chose for you. Her lips twitch into a satisfied smirk as she slowly walks around you, running her hands over your shoulders, down your arms, and finally cupping your ass through the soft material of the panties. "Well," she drawls huskily, "I'd say that looks mighty good on you."

With a wink, she retrieves the strap-on from where she left it on her desk and carefully buckles it onto your now naked cock through the fly of your panties. "There," she says with satisfaction as she stands back to admire her handiwork, "now we're ready for some fun."

Chuckling softly, Jenny leans forward until she's inches away from your face. "Don't be shy," she breathes into your ear before guiding your head back down to her crotch with a firm grip on the back of your neck. "It's not like this is something you haven't seen before..."

Her hips begin to move rhythmically, grinding against your face as she takes pleasure in dominating and teasing you. She tilts her head back, moaning softly as you lick and suck at her clit through the thin fabric of her panties, already starting to feel the familiar buildup of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her hips rock faster against your face as you take the strap-on dildo deeper into your mouth, wanting to feel every inch of it buried inside her. She moans loudly, her voice echoing through the room as she throws her head back, letting out a long shuddering breath. "Oh God yes," she pants, "that's right...suck on it..."

Her fingers dig into your hair, holding you in place as she continues to grind against your face, lost in the sensations coursing through her body. With every thrust of her hips and slide of her dildo against your tongue, she feels closer and closer to the edge, knowing that you're enjoying this just as much as she is.