"What the hell." Mrs. Stone stepped into the coach's room and dropped her field hockey equipment with a loud clatter.
"This isn't what it looks like," Rot tried. "Miss Gomez was just--"
"And it's an accident that you've got your dick up her cunt and her tits in your mouth? I'm afraid this isn't the best way to protect your job here, Miss Gomez."
"Considering you have a **** on your staff who's training young rapists, I won't be staying here at all," Miss Gomez fired back. "Rot has offered to help. Now, Rot. Let go of my tit."
Letting go of Miss Gomez's big tit was not near the top of Rot's wish list but neither was having this conversation.
"He's just a scrawny kid," Mrs. Stone said. "What the hell can he do to help us."
Us? That put a whole different face on this discussion.
Miss Gomez slid off of Rot's cock and quickly pulled on her gym suit, leaving the top unzipped enough to give Rot a good look at her cleavage.
Mrs. Stone glared at her but Miss Gomez pretended not to notice.
When he'd gone through Aaron Burr the first time, Rot had never paid much attention to Mrs. Stone. Short and muscular, she was one of the older teachers at maybe 40, and her short, sandy-blond hair lacked the dramatic flair of Miss Gomez's waist-length raven braids. The years had opened Rot's eyes to additional possibilities, though.
As he watched, Mrs. Stone's gaze traveled from Miss Gomez's cleavage to Rot's dick, which still protruded like a flagpole from his boxers, then back again. Rot was pretty sure the quick flick of tongue to lips was involuntary on Mrs. Stone's part. Could it be that she was bi? Back in 1971, homophobia was normal and no teacher would dare admit, even to herself, that she was interested. Working in high-tech, Rot had lost his prejudices. Just the thought of having both instructors at once sent a surge of blood into his dick.
"Rot is a martial artist," Miss Gomez explained.
"And Coach Phillips is an ex-Marine. He'll break Rot's arms before the kid can try a single judo chop."
"You seem pretty confident," Rot said. "Would you care to place a wager?"
"Yeah Rot." Mrs. Stone got in Rot's face. "You take Coach Phillips out, humiliate him in front of the students and us and you can have whatever you want from me and Miss Gomez. But if he whips you, you keep your dick inside your pants and leave my girls alone. I want them thinking about field hockey, not about whether they'll be the next girl you pick for your little harem."
"Deal." He wasn't sure he could take Coach Phillips. The man outweighed him by a hundred pounds and only a little of that was fat. And being a Marine, he'd probably gotten into bar fights around the world. Still, the bet had definite upsides and at least he wasn't going to get Miss Gomez fired.
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