Be stern. At least to start

"I'm sorry Valerie, this is out of my hands," you tell the desolate brunette. "The headmistress has full authority over your eligibility, and you're going to have to make your case to her."

"Noooo! Please Mr. Watts, please! I know she'd listen to you...I know she would....if you told her that you needed me to play...that you needed me on the team...about how much I do...." she begs, looking up at you beseechingly, her hands stroking and squeezing your calves.

You look at her, taking in her ripe young body and pretty, distraught face. Even though you know her apparent grief is at least half an act, you do feel some sympathy for her, and her submissive pose on her knees before you is making your cock start to twitch with interest. You try to **** your libidinous thoughts out of your mind, remembering Diane Naylor's warning, but this dangerous, manipulative girl in front of you is very hard to resist.

"I haven't been your coach Valerie. I can't honestly tell Ms. Naylor what you do for your team mates."

"But...but you can ask them..." she implores you, her hands stroking upwards on your legs, squeezing your knees. "They'd tell you, they'd speak up for me," she says plaintively.

"That's all well and good, but Ms. Naylor has some very serious concerns about you. And what I witnessed didn't impress me with your 'leadership qualities.' As I said, I have doubts about having someone with a history of bullying on the team. No matter how good a player they are."

"Noooo...oh please don't say that...." she moans desperately. "I'm not a bully. I just say what I think...I'm...I'm assertive....not...not mean..." She turns her face to you, biting her lip, every bit of her pleading for help as her hands stroke up your inner thighs.

"I'm not convinced Valerie," you tell her, doing your best to look stern despite your rising lust for the tender young morsel kneeling before you.

"Please sir...Please...I want to play so badly...when I heard a professional ball player was coming here....to coach...I was so excited...so excited to play for you Mr. Watts," she says as she squeezes your thighs, looking into your face with inviting eyes that look more wanton with each passing second.

"I'd do anything to play for you sir....it means so much to me," she murmurs, her hands creeping up your thighs as she looks up at you coyly from under her lowered lashes.

You're nearing the point of no return with this girl as she teases you. She is obviously an accomplished flirt, and she almost sizzles with danger. Your rational mind is telling you to kick her out, or at least make her sit back in her chair, while your reptile brain wants to see your cock buried in her sweet soft suck mouth.