"I had never heard of your magazine until I saw an issue in my ballet teacher's office one night after class. He was embarrassed at first, but I convinced him to let me look at it, and then I thought, 'I have nice legs. I could be in this magazine.' My teacher must have thought so, too, because he kept looking at my legs with blatant lust in his eyes.
"I convinced teacher to let me come to his house one day so that he could shoot photos of my legs, but what I really wanted was to watch him squirm. It's not that I don't find him attractive, because all the girls in his class do. It's just that I like knowing about his dirty, little foot-fetish secret and teasing him mercilessly. I showed up in this tiny skirt and heels, and when he saw my legs bare and naked, I could practically see the outline of his boner through his jeans. I played innocent, but I knew I had him in the palm of my hand!"
