MS.LOVELETT (3/6) Clapping W/ No hands

Being a college teacher wasn’t something for the weak. Instructing a lot of students, Planning loads of work, hearing excuses from lazy students who were doing anything but their work. It’s all hell every 5 days of the week. 500k yearly wouldn’t even be worth it dealing with these kids.

But today, after the final bell had rung and the last student had scurried out of the room, the atmosphere was different. The room was a Filled with scribbled notes scattered across desks and the faint scent of chalk dust lingering in the air. You did a deep sigh of relief and sat on your chair, trying to catch your breath. At that moment, You heard a knock on your door. A bit annoyed, thinking it’s a student; You open it to see, Ms.Lovelett.

She was in charge of the Theater Department of the college. She was kind and soft-spoken and had alot of patience regarding the kids. You wanted to know most of the teachers here while you were on working hours, So, You were able to chat with her for a bit. She was genuinely the kindest person you’ve ever met in your life. Her voice was soft as honey, Her smile more precious than anything. Those long chats made you two grow more and more fond of each other. “Hello, Dear. I just wanted to see how you were doing after today... She said in a caring tone.

After letting her in, You two were making small talk after a long day of school, discussing her upcoming school play and the latest gossip about other students and teachers. She had a way of speaking that made everything seem like a delightful secret, her voice a gentle in the otherwise silent classroom. Eventually, the talking came to a stand still. As the silence grew, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. A random naughty thought popped into your head. It would be a long shot but it’s all for fun... Right? You took a deep breath and asked Ms.Lovelett if she could twerk

The words having already left your mouth her eyes squinting in confusion. "Twer... what?" she inquired, obviously confused at the words you said.

Mrs. Lovelett's blush deepened, but to your surprise, she didn't scold me or look offended. Instead, she was weirdly interested. "A dance move, you say?" she repeated, her eyes gleaming. "Come on, show me," she said, her voice teasing. "I've heard of it before from some students, but I've never seen it done properly."

You begin to get nervous considering how much you’re getting away with this. But, Ms.Lovelett playfully shuts you down. "Oh, nonsense," she waved me off, her eyes sparkling. "We're just two adults sharing a little harmless fun, right?"

With that, she turned to face the chalkboard, planted her hands on her hips, and started to sway them from side to side. The fabric of her dress fluttered gently as she began to bend slightly, her movements surprisingly fluid. Then, she started jumping up and down, her bottom doing loud clapping sounds, You couldn't believe what you were was seeing. Mrs. Lovelett, The kind-hearted teacher that you knew all too well, was doing this flawlessly in front of your very eyes.

The room filled with the sound of loud plaps and claps from her ass and her laughter as she moved with an energy that contradicted her age. It was infectious. She looked back from her shoulder at you. “Is... This how you do it?” She asked in between breaths.

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