Bastiennes Butt Butter - Mean Teacher Suggests Student Become Her Toilet

Bastienne's face was unreadable as she looked over her student's report card. She had seen this level of failure before; this boy would be lucky to scrape by in life. With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair and stretched out her legs, revealing a pair of black stilettos that clicked against the hardwood floor. "I've seen students like you before," she said coldly, glancing up at him from under her perfectly groomed brows. "You'll be lost your whole fucking life." The boy shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not sure how to respond. He had always been a straight-A student, but something had gone wrong this semester. "I-I know, Miss Bastienne," he stuttered. "I can do better." Bastienne let out a soft laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "You really think so?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because honestly, I don't see how you could ever be useful to anyone." The boy hung his head, shame washing over him. He knew she was right; he felt like he was failing at everything lately. But then, Bastienne spoke again, and his head snapped up in surprise. "Well," she said slowly, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I do have some sincere career advice for you." She leaned forward, her cold eyes boring into his. "Become a human toilet," she purred. The boy's jaw dropped in shock. "W-what?" he stammered. "You heard me," Bastienne said, her voice husky with excitement. "You have the perfect assets for it. Just think about it: you'll always have a job, and people will appreciate your service." She stood up, revealing a tight, black latex dress that hugged every curve of her body. "Plus, it might not be so bad, you know," she continued, her voice dropping even lower. "I mean, some people find it rather... satisfying." The boy could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He knew he should probably leave, get as far away from this situation as possible, but he found himself fascinated by her words. "I-I don't know," he muttered, unsure. Bastienne smiled, revealing a pair of perfectly white Chanel teeth. "There's only one way to find out," she purred, walking around her desk towards him. She reached out, her fingers trailing along his cheek. "Just think about it," she whispered. "You could make people happy - really happy - and they would show their appreciation in the most... intimate ways possible." With that, she turned on her heel and walked back to her desk, leaving the boy to process what she had just said. As he made his way out of the classroom, he couldn't help but wonder: was this really so bad? And if it was, did he really want to pass up on the chance to work with someone like Miss Bastienne?