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After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name. Slinking through a throng of milling students the woman cut a graceful figure; crowd parting and dioramas jostling as she sashayed along the colourful hallway. Hearing the sound of heels clacking on laminate flooring some forgot their conversations; halting in place to ogle the beautiful woman.
Sweeping a loose platinum blonde lock back behind her ear, the teacher ignored them all as she finally arrived at her classroom. Seeing a gaggle of girls gossiping beside the line of lockers, the teacher overheard a snippet of their conversation as she approached: "Ok hypothetical. Giggling another girl answered the question: "Uhhhh-I dunno F Black Widow.
Normal kids were bad enough but these horny hyperactive egghe were a constant headache! Months of undercover work in the field, still nothing could prepare you for millennials; even training as an assassin.
But for the Ex-Avenger the role came with two distinct advantages: First off, it was the last place the authorities would look for her. Secondly was her proximity to their latest recruit. From this position she could monitor the vigilante Peter Parker: And ensure Tony didn't get him killed. Slinking over to her desk, Natasha scowled at her latest pile of marking, stacked high on the wooden surface.
Taking a seat, she caught her reflection in the dark screen of her computer monitor: Seeing pristine platinum blonde hair, Natasha frowned removing her glasses; Giving up her identity was one thing but this disguise was just vindictive; She felt nothing like herself.
When Maria had suggested the change she had been adamant, and Natasha would never disagree. But blonde? She looked like a bimbo!
Tugging at her ponytail the ex-Avenger scowled; maybe if the Accords had gone differently… Instead she was forced her to adopt this embarrassing persona. Turning away from the screen, Natasha considered her situation: She had been searching for weaknesses in Parker's routine and dismantling any threats to his identity one by one.
Since Maria had insisted the boy not know they were interfering, Natasha's infiltration had to be watertight; hence actually becoming a teacher and, thanks to Tony Stark, a glorified babysitter! I know it's silly, but these kids I'm glad you brought this matter to my attention. And Call me Natasha. Or was she bewitched by this woman's blatant attractiveness??
Peter's guardian even dressed well: high heels coupled with even higher waisted pants that perfectly followed the curve of womanly hips and a tight cotton top with a hemline that emphasised what were already generous gifts from God! Realising she was staring, Natasha reluctantly dragged her eyes up from May's to meet a concerned face: "So How may I help you? Ed' matter… But there were no other teachers willing to discuss this!
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So maybe you could Yet unlike the Ex-Avenger, she seemed oblivious to it. Natasha smiled; she could certainly help her with that. You want me to curtail these rumours?? Seeing Aunt May, the girl smirked as she took a seat at the front of the class.
The redhead frowned back at her. Liz Toomes also sashayed in. Whats going on? It's obvious!! Natasha's eyes widened imperceptibly; without knowing it May had actually done her job for her.
Raising a finger to full lips, she waited patiently for the girls to finally go quiet. Taking the pink wad, Natasha held eye contact with the rude teen. However, instead of throwing it away, Natasha slowly raised it to her mouth, the girls looking on in amazement as she bit into the gum, stretching it between perfect white teeth. Natasha smiled seductively, all eyes on her lips as she slowly began to chew.
She sat with perfect posture, arched back, calm and considerate. Liz had started coming to her a few months back with an endless spiderman of sex-ed questions. Eventually, Natasha had elected to demonstrate a few techniques on black. Toomes was a… enthusiastic learner. No, same top; different skirt. Michelle Jones was the alternative kid, she made not caring her one priority and her clothing reflected that; dark, worn-out chic.
The black girl was slouched in her seat, and half paying attention. Aloof to the utmost degree. Betty Brant was nervous, the cute little blonde rocking back and forth in her seat. Natasha had seen a few of her announcement videos: super earnest but low on journalistic professionalism.
Betty spent all her time leaching off of Liz. The blonde had been called out of P. E to attend the lemon hence her adorable fitness attire. Considering her options, Natasha continued chewing for several long seconds: As a teacher she could discipline these girls but that was no guarantee of silence. No, she needed something to tie them all together… to redirect their energy. Nodding Natasha made up her mind; she was going to have to widow back on some old habits. On the Internet??
Luckily Peter was at his Stark internship or he'd be mortified!
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Appraising the Aunt once more, the blonde spoke, chewing away calmly: "Do you believe them?? Parker seemed unable to comprehend the obvious; perhaps even in denial. The platinum blonde smiled: Slowly blowing a bubble between her pouting lips, May watched in amazement as the pink orb stretched, reaching an impressive size before popping back into the sexy Teacher's waiting mouth. Parker, would you mind being my assistant?
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If you just, lay it all out. Leaning over the surface to retrieve the file, Natasha made a show of arching her back, bending in place so her skirt stretched across full curves. Perhaps; the new look wasn't so terrible.
You both have exemplary records. Both nodded. Loosening her stance, Michelle grudgingly allowed the older woman to begin sliding her palms over her clothes. Raising her arms, May slipped her fingers up and over slender shoulders before running them down the girl's sides, squeezing for any hidden objects as Natasha rifled through her school bag.
Attempting to avoid any erroneous zones, May crouched behind the girl, awkwardly rolling her digits down her impossibly slim legs before finally cupping those pert buns. Searching fingers climbing higher still, May paused just below Michelle's breasts, looking to Natasha for further approval.
When the teacher nodded, the redhead gently squeezed the girl's pert handfuls. Finding the bag free of any contraband, Natasha pushed it aside, stepping toward the desk. Attempting to stare defiantly back at her, Michelle swayed in the redhead's grip as the woman reached a conclusion: "She's innocent! Natasha scowled: "In my experience there's no such thing.
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Making up her mind, Natasha responded curtly: "Check the other girls, she might have transferred something to Ms. Allen or Brant. What are you really hiding?! Gesticulating for the other two to stand, Natasha and May descended on the other girls: Going second, Liz stood tall and proud, the more experienced girl seemingly enjoying the probing contact of the two older women. Opening her legs welcomingly, she leant into their hands, smirking as fingers ran up and down her long, bare legs, tugging at her short denim skirt.
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May balked as the girl pressed her back up against her. Shifting from toe to toe as the redhead searched, Liz practically humping May as she tried to pat the girl down from behind, leaving the older woman breathless as she deliberately rubbed against her.
Reaching under the girl's new top, Natasha was impressed by the large round orbs she lifted in her hands, squeezing vivacious young flesh. Easily the most mature, Natasha appreciated her full chest. More so when Natasha cupped the girl, she felt hard nipple stab into her palms. Biting her lip, Liz smiled guiltily back at her. Natasha smirked; the goody two shoes were always the most repressed.
Finally reaching Betty, at this point the search was a defunct exercise; the blonde was in a tiny PE kit: very little was not already on display. Still both women ran their hands over the girl, Natasha making sure to search every nook and cranny as the other two teenagers looked on in amazement. Brant was clearly the most innocent and needy of the bunch, the weak link in the chain; And Natasha was sure she could use that.
Breathing hard, Betty visibly shook as those digits traced over her thin blue shirt, blue eyes wide as she was touched more intimately than ever before. Squirming as May palmed her butt, she tried not to panic as the hottest teacher on faculty simultaneously took her boobs in hand, forced to absorb her intense eye contact throughout the intimate search.
Massaging soft skin, Natasha smiled deviously; this girl was too naive to live, trembling adorably. Easily manipulating her inexperience, the platinum blonde rolled her fingers over soft flesh, cupping breasts that were mere handfuls.