Jim Gavin Drops in

"Got a minute, John?" Jim Gavin asks from your doorway.

"Always, Jim." you answer. He comes in and shuts the door, taking a seat across from you.

"Thought I'd drop in and see how things finished up with Vanessa. I didn't get any recriminating calls, so I assumed all went well, but I thought it best to check."

"It went well. I think she learned several valuable lessons."

"That sounds like you fucked her."

"That would be correct. Problem?"

"Not from me. You know me better than that, I trust. Was she willing, or did she have to be ****."

"I **** her into sucking my cock, then made her believe I'd sent pictures of her doing it to her sorority sisters. When she found out I hadn't she was so relieved and happy she wanted to be fucked."

He laughs heartily. "Priceless, John, Priceless. Think she'll wake up this morning with second thoughts?"

"Possibly. Who knows what an emotional young woman might think. She was a virgin, you know."

"Was she? I'm surprised she held onto it this long."

"Said she wasn't giving it up to high school boys. Planned to lose it in college, but lost it last night."

"Excellent. I trust you showed her a good time."

"She seemed to enjoy herself. Last night she was talking about coming back for more."

"She's always been more adventurous than Meghan. Their mothers are both nitwits but in a different way. I sometimes think Eileen, Meghan's mother, is a bit psychotic. She's certainly got a yard wide mean streak. Probably why Meghan is such a mess. Have you taken her too? I understand you had her stay late last night."

"A little discipline. I did fuck Amanda though. And made Meghan watch."

"That's the little black haired one? I hear she's quite the trollop. Fucks like a mink, was the phrase someone used."

"Accurate assessment. Cunning too."

"Well, I'll leave you to it. Glad to hear things went well," he says, giving you a nod as he leaves your office.