I’d been to visit the headmaster, Mr D, after school to sit an exam I’d missed the week before. He was so kind, offering me the chance to sit it, since it was really going against the rules. He’s an older man, and can’t ever have been a looker, but I casually imagined giving him a thank-you-under-the-desk-suck while I pored over the multiple choice questions.
I didn’t have the guts. Lucy’s dad was picking me up afterwards anyway, and judging by the last fifty times he picked me up, my gag reflex would be getting ignored in about half an hour anyway.
But Mr D was giving me that look. The one I know so well, so I teased him anyway. I’ve been the whore I am for so long, it just came as second nature to lean a bit too far over his desk, and let my cleavage slide as I handed him the paper, or to hitch my skirt up a few inches as I put my hand on my hip, revealing that soft, creamy inner thigh I knew his eyes would dart to. It’s public, he wouldn’t want to get caught, I was safe.
I felt comfortable enough to start applying my makeup in the lift, going down to the foyer. I made a joke about not having time to get dressed up for my night out, and asked him if he had any plans for the weekend.
He ignored the question.
"I’m sure it won’t take long for the boys to take it off either, eh, Chloe?"
I felt my cheeks flush.
"How many of them will there be tonight? Your father’s been worried about you."
I tried to smile, my mind looking for something clever to say, but my breath disappeared and my mind went blank as his right hand cupped my arse and his left wrapped around my chest, his fingers sliding into my top.
The lift doors pinged and slid open as he leaned into me and whispered in my ear:
"It’s Friday, Chloe, you must have realised everyone goes home early on Fridays… It’s just you and me here. Now lets see those big fucking teen tits."
He wasn’t interested in starting with my mouth.