Page 74 of The Teacher

I sit down at her big desk and rifle through the papers scattered around. Nothing is interesting to me. I bend over and start opening the drawers. I find some information related to the school’s tax reports. Perfect. I flick out my phone and take a photo of each page. I lean further down and open the bottom drawer.

And that’s when the office door opens.

I glance up. I’ve been found out. Anyone who stumbles in will immediately know I’m up to something shady.

It’s Becky. She’s standing in the doorway with a glass of wine in her hand. She’s tipsy, but she’s glaring at me. She knows I’m up to no good.

Fuck.

I do look guilty.

“Hello, Mr. Deep,” she says, her voice slurred from the alcohol. “What are you doing in here?”

She must’ve followed me up the stairs.

I curse myself for not being more thorough checking no one was behind me.

“I’m just snooping around,” I reply. It’s better to be more honest about it and pretend that I’m just curious so that I can hide the fact I’m actually taking photos of Miss Tweed’s financial records of the school. Nothing wrong with a little white lie. “I just want to see what Miss Tweed’s house looks like.”

“Well, other guests have started arriving, so Miss Tweed is busy downstairs. No one will bother us up here.” Becky slowly closes the door, keeping her eyes on me the entire time as she crosses the room.

Oh, damn.

I realize what she wants.

She wants to fuck me.

I can’t be dealing with this right now.

I hide my phone back into my suit pocket just in time as Becky saunters around the desk.

“I’m about to head back downstairs,” I say.

“No, you won’t,” she replies, placing her glass of wine on the desk. I make a move to stand, but Becky kicks forward her high heel, pushing me on the chest back down to the chair. “Not if you don’t want me to tell Miss Tweed you’re up to something naughty in here.”

She licks her filled lips and places her hands on her dress, right at her cleavage.

This is not good. I need to get out of here. I can’t be dealing with a drunk Becky trying to clumsily seduce me in Miss Tweed’s office. It was a mistake trying to sneak in here for the tax documents. I shouldn’t have come here tonight, but when Sandy said the other day that the fundraiser was at Miss Tweed’s house, I couldn’t resist. I knew tonight would be my one big chance to snoop around to find her financial records. But I shouldn’t have come, and now look at the predicament I’m in.

I can’t get out.

Becky has me trapped here.

“Do you like what you see?” Becky asks as she slowly pulls her tits out of her dress. She shakes her ass, doing a little drunk dance that she thinks is sexual. I’m just stuck to the chair, thinking of an excuse to get out. I don’t want her ratting on me to Miss Tweed. I don’t want the teacher finding out I’ve been snooping around in her home office.

Becky’s fake tits have popped out of her dress and she waves them in front of me.

Fucking great.

Then she comes forward and sits down on my lap, facing me. She waves her giant tits in my face. All I want to do is get out of here.

And then the door slams open.

Both Becky and I turn our faces to the intruder.

It’s Sandy.

No.