Chapter One
Vicki McClay paused outside the office door. Even now her
body reacted in anticipation—her heart beat a rapid tattoo, her palms began to
sweat and her pussy wept, dampening the crotch of her panties.
She shook her head slowly, allowing her pigtails to swing
back and forth. Her cherry-red lips curled into a smile as she gazed down at
her outfit—a short red plaid skirt, a sheer white blouse she left unbuttoned
but tied under her breasts to give an ample view of her red satin push-up bra.
She wore white thigh-highs with little red bows at the top and red patent
platform heels.
The naughty schoolgirl. Vicki intended to play the part to
get what she wanted for Christmas this year—Mr. Robertson.
Lifting a cherry Blow Pop to her lips, she licked the sweet
surface. She closed her eyes and imagined his eyes watching her as she slowly
ran her tongue over the top as if it were the tip of his cock. If her little
outfit didn’t make him lose his cool, her suggestively licking the lollipop
would for sure.
Clutching an algebra textbook to her chest along with her
notebook, she lifted her hand and knocked on his door.
She heard nothing from inside his office but the soft sound
of Bing Crosby singing Silver Bells .
Taking a deep breath, she knocked again.
“Come in,” he said from the other side of the door.
Vicki smiled, turned the knob, and pushed open the door.
His office was small but cozy. His desk, a richly
dark-stained oak, dominated the space and behind his desk was a wall of shelves
lined with books. On the desk were piles of papers, a small desk lamp, a wide
LCD computer screen and keyboard. Ordered chaos. A worn black leather couch sat
opposite the desk. Piles of thick books were stacked on each side of the couch
as makeshift end tables where small lamps illuminated the room with a soft
glow.
Mr. Robertson sat at his desk typing on the keyboard, and
then glanced at her. He immediately stilled. His eyes widened and his mouth
dropped open a moment. He composed himself quickly and cleared his throat.
“Miss McClay, this is an unexpected pleasure.”
Gabriel Robertson was an older man and yet the age gap made
no difference to her. Vicki wanted him. Her breath caught at the sight of him, especially
when she spotted him jogging in the morning. As a former Marine he kept an
exercise regimen to stay fit and strong. Watching his toned legs move with
grace and power, she wanted to tackle him to the ground, but she opted for a
few moments of self-pleasure instead to ease her sexual restlessness.
He appeared very much like a straitlaced professor or an
accountant, complete with dark-rimmed glasses and salt-and-pepper hair. Quiet
by nature, he was viewed by the world as reserved and scholarly, but Vicki knew
there was much more to Mr. Robertson than his academic façade.
The quiet ones kept their kinky side hidden well. Beneath
the starched oxford shirt, nerdy glasses and sensible shoes was a kinkster, a
man who knew about bondage tape, nipple clamps and Wartenberg wheels.
“Am I disturbing you?” she asked, closing the door behind
her with a soft click.
He cleared his throat once again, obviously in an attempt to
find composure.
She lifted the lollipop to her mouth and licked the surface
with a slow swipe of her tongue.
He adjusted his tie. “Uh…no, it’s all right. What did you
need?”
She handed him her notebook. “I’m not entirely sure what to
do with these problems.”
He read over the homework with a quick glance. “You didn’t
even try to work out these problems.”
“I was hoping you could help me. You know, be my personal
tutor?”
A dark brow rose above his eye. “Is that why you’ve come
here dressed that way? To get tutoring with algebra?”
She cocked her head, making her pigtails swing a little.
“What’s the matter with what I’m wearing? Don’t you like it, Mr. Robertson?”
He stood and towered over her.
She licked the tip of her lollipop and then smiled.
Vicki McClay paused outside the office door. Even now her
body reacted in anticipation—her heart beat a rapid tattoo, her palms began to
sweat and her pussy wept, dampening the crotch of her panties.
She shook her head slowly, allowing her pigtails to swing
back and forth. Her cherry-red lips curled into a smile as she gazed down at
her outfit—a short red plaid skirt, a sheer white blouse she left unbuttoned
but tied under her breasts to give an ample view of her red satin push-up bra.
She wore white thigh-highs with little red bows at the top and red patent
platform heels.
The naughty schoolgirl. Vicki intended to play the part to
get what she wanted for Christmas this year—Mr. Robertson.
Lifting a cherry Blow Pop to her lips, she licked the sweet
surface. She closed her eyes and imagined his eyes watching her as she slowly
ran her tongue over the top as if it were the tip of his cock. If her little
outfit didn’t make him lose his cool, her suggestively licking the lollipop
would for sure.
Clutching an algebra textbook to her chest along with her
notebook, she lifted her hand and knocked on his door.
She heard nothing from inside his office but the soft sound
of Bing Crosby singing Silver Bells .
Taking a deep breath, she knocked again.
“Come in,” he said from the other side of the door.
Vicki smiled, turned the knob, and pushed open the door.
His office was small but cozy. His desk, a richly
dark-stained oak, dominated the space and behind his desk was a wall of shelves
lined with books. On the desk were piles of papers, a small desk lamp, a wide
LCD computer screen and keyboard. Ordered chaos. A worn black leather couch sat
opposite the desk. Piles of thick books were stacked on each side of the couch
as makeshift end tables where small lamps illuminated the room with a soft
glow.
Mr. Robertson sat at his desk typing on the keyboard, and
then glanced at her. He immediately stilled. His eyes widened and his mouth
dropped open a moment. He composed himself quickly and cleared his throat.
“Miss McClay, this is an unexpected pleasure.”
Gabriel Robertson was an older man and yet the age gap made
no difference to her. Vicki wanted him. Her breath caught at the sight of him, especially
when she spotted him jogging in the morning. As a former Marine he kept an
exercise regimen to stay fit and strong. Watching his toned legs move with
grace and power, she wanted to tackle him to the ground, but she opted for a
few moments of self-pleasure instead to ease her sexual restlessness.
He appeared very much like a straitlaced professor or an
accountant, complete with dark-rimmed glasses and salt-and-pepper hair. Quiet
by nature, he was viewed by the world as reserved and scholarly, but Vicki knew
there was much more to Mr. Robertson than his academic façade.
The quiet ones kept their kinky side hidden well. Beneath
the starched oxford shirt, nerdy glasses and sensible shoes was a kinkster, a
man who knew about bondage tape, nipple clamps and Wartenberg wheels.
“Am I disturbing you?” she asked, closing the door behind
her with a soft click.
He cleared his throat once again, obviously in an attempt to
find composure.
She lifted the lollipop to her mouth and licked the surface
with a slow swipe of her tongue.
He adjusted his tie. “Uh…no, it’s all right. What did you
need?”
She handed him her notebook. “I’m not entirely sure what to
do with these problems.”
He read over the homework with a quick glance. “You didn’t
even try to work out these problems.”
“I was hoping you could help me. You know, be my personal
tutor?”
A dark brow rose above his eye. “Is that why you’ve come
here dressed that way? To get tutoring with algebra?”
She cocked her head, making her pigtails swing a little.
“What’s the matter with what I’m wearing? Don’t you like it, Mr. Robertson?”
He stood and towered over her.
She licked the tip of her lollipop and then smiled.
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