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I nod with understanding. "And I'm making your job difficult. Tell ya what, I'll lock up and see myself out. I'll leave word with security, and you can come see for yourself. That good, Eddie?"
"That works for me, Mason. Take it easy and don't work too hard." The janitor tips his hat, leaving me to work.
When another round of knocks disrupts me a few minutes later, I imagine it's Eddie again. Barely lifting my head, I tell him, "Eddie, I swear I'll lock up as soon as I get out of here."
"How about you lock up as soon as I get in here?"
2
MADISON
The new teacher is one of the hottest guys in this school. Mr. Montoya has deep brown eyes that look stronger than coffee. The way the light bounces off his black hair makes him look like a Hollywood actor. A deep tan covers his face that tells me he gets it from the sun, rather than some beach babe spraying him with a bronzer.
"Thank you for finally coming to our appointment, Miss Nichols." The depth of his voice sends a chill down my core. This feels like more than a schoolgirl crush.
There's youth in his eyes, but his mannerisms reek of maturity. Someone who makes smart choices and I'm almost certain that he's going to make what I have to do difficult. I need to pass without investing too much effort. Why should I have to work hard the last few weeks of the semester?
"It's only right that I show up after you failed me. I apologize for taking so long. I had to run home and change. I have plans after this." His eyes are glued to me as I twirl in the mini dress I put onspecifically for this reason. I can't fail this class or any other class for that matter.
"I hope those plans include rewriting your essay and presentation regarding your plans after graduation. I want it on my desk tomorrow morning." His tone demands I take him seriously, but I don't have time for this.
Narrowing my gaze at the ridiculously handsome teacher, I lean over the desk, letting my tits sit directly on his papers with my cleavage in his face. "How about you and me work something out?"
"Miss Nichols," he says, clearing his throat and backing away in his seat. Mr. Montoya stands to his full 6-plus-something height, taking small steps across the small office to stand by the door. His hand cradles his forehead as he takes a deep breath before adjusting his crotch.
This opportunity is perfect to show him I forgot to wear panties under my short dress. I remain in the position, bending over the edge of his desk, but glancing over my shoulder. Surely, he has to be thinking about having sex with me. The distraction and possibility of a scandal can make him change his mind about this assignment and my grade.
"Yes, Mr. Montoya?" I ask him, wiggling my bare ass because I know he can't help but peek under my dress.
"For Christ's sake, sand, uh, stand up and have a seat," he says, tossing his eyes around the room to avoid looking under my dress.
"Fine." I huff and sit in his chair. "I like this chair. It's comfortable. Although I'm guessing there's a much more comfortable seat in this office."
"Right," he says, blatantly ignoring my innuendo of sitting on his face. This is going to be tough.
Normally, the guys fold quicker than this. They're ready to do what I want for the mere chance to sniff my pussy. I've bent over to give Mr. Montoya a full preview, and he's behaving like he doesn't want me.
"As I was saying, Miss Nichols, I want your essay and presentation on my desk tomorrow morning before nine."
"That's not enough time."
He cuts me off with a hand in the air. "You've had the same time as everyone else in the class. The fact you decided not to turn it in or give it the slightest bit of effort is your problem. You should take your own advice, Miss Nichols. If you were the best student in Miss Adelaide's class, then maybe the rules wouldn't apply. However, I'm doing you a favor and bending them for you. I know that me showing up and taking over is a curveball for most of you."
"I need help, then," I tell him. "You have to help me because you're the teacher and I'm requesting it."
He laughs. "You make a lot of demands, Miss Nichols. Do people just do what you tell them to do?"
I take the opportunity to get up from his chair, swaying my hips to make my dress move with the curves of my body. There's hope that some of my perfume entices Mr. Montoya to come in for a better sniff. He backs up with every step I take closer to him.
"Most people do. You can bend the rules for another day. Give me more than a few hours to get this done, or perhaps I can helpyou bend…" I allow my voice to trail off, running my hand down his chest.
"You don't want to do that, Miss Nichols."
His warning sets off something deep inside of me, tremors to my pussy that ricochet across my body.
"I want to do much more than this if you let me," I whisper, stretching onto the tips of my toes but letting my hand graze his crotch. The slightest bit of firmness tells me he's not completely immune to me, and I want him to go with it. I push myself closer, pressing my tits against him and going in for a kiss.
He moves his head to the left, and I go to the right. My mouth misses his but captures his earlobe between my lips. I suck it gently before pulling away slowly. "My apologies, Mr. Montoya. I don't know what's come over me."
