Doesn't get a chance.

“Sure she can,” her father replied, volunteering her to spend more time with the ‘good influence’ nerd, then those nasty cheerleading friends of hers who made him feel…funny. “Oh, and what do I owe you?”

“We only met three times this week, so it’s thirty. You know, if you wanted we could meet for coffee after school, I’d be willing to add another session a week, if she’d pay for the joe,” Mark offered, smiling as he almost said something about her fucking the john, but resisted.

Her father nodded eagerly and told him to set it up as he pulled thirty bucks out of his wallet and passed it to the man his daughter had just jerked off and was about to have some…fun with.

“Thanks,” Mark said as he waved his **** out of the house before him, so he could enjoy the sight of her ass swishing under her so-short cheerleading skirt.

Nicole swayed out of her house, towards her car. It was a sleek convertible. “Put the top up,” he commanded. She did so silently. “Good girl, drive.”

Nicole was a good driver, in addition to her other talents. “Call the others and let them know you won’t be able to join them.” Mark’s hand fell to her thigh, enjoying the feel of silky skin over firm muscle under his hand. “You’re going to drop me off, but that’ll make you too late, so you’re just going to skip the movie and drive around a bit.”

“But you said—“ she began.

“That was before I felt how wet you were. You really want me to just take your mouth, slut?”