Confront Karlee

The clinic is like always; lights on, pop music blaring from a radio, no initial sign of Karlee.

This time feels different. This time you feel like you’re bringing darkness with you. Darkness in the form of the truth, and it’s weighing you down, adding shadows to the lively atmosphere. You tell yourself you’re doing this for Karlee’s best interests. If you can discover she’s secretly selling contraceptives to the girls, others can, others who won’t be so understanding. Telling her you worked it out, is a form of protection.

A belief that fades the moment she pokes her heart-shaped face through the door in the back. Her hazel eyes light up on seeing you. A big smile crosses her lips. She’s happy to see you. She shouldn’t be.

“Mr Smith, now here is a pleasure. What have I done to deserve this?”

“Hi, Karlee. Could I have a word with you?”

“Of course, of course.” The rest of her emerges. She’s still in her tight nurse’s uniform, that struggles against the prodigious swell of her breasts, and clings to the monumental curve of her ass.

“Actually, it’s probably best if we spoke in the back.”

Her eyes briefly cloud with suspicion, but the smile never drops from her face. She heads into the back room. You follow her. As you enter, you shut the door behind you.

“I prefer the door to be open,” Karlee tries, but there’s an edge to her voice now. She’s unsure where this is going.

“I think you’d prefer this conversation to be private. Just in case someone comes in, you won’t want anyone listening. It’s about that box of contraceptives I found in my classroom last week.”

The smile has gone, replaced by wary concern. It barely dampens her beauty.

“I told you then, I don’t know where the girls would have got that from.”

“I don’t believe you. I’ve heard you’re illicitly selling contraceptives to some of the girls.”

“I’d be a fool to do something like that. If the school found out, I’d be sacked.”

“Yet you’re still doing it. My guess is because you want to help the girls. You believe the girls are going to have sex anyway, and you’d rather they were protected. Which I think is commendable. But if I can find out you’re doing it, don’t you think others could work that out? Let’s be realistic. You’re relying on the girls to keep your secret. Is that wise? With these girls?”

Something you’ve got to keep in mind. Your secrets are way more explosive.

“Search my clinic. You won’t find any contraceptives.”

Karlee holds out her arms, which has the distractive action of pushing out her breasts. Her nurse’s uniform is doing an amazing job confining them.