Pounding on the door

You leaned back in your chair, the silk of your robe whispering against your skin. Looking down the banquet table, you scanned your inner circle, a smile tugging at your mouth. 12 former cheerleaders and students of yours. Your eyes dart to Beth Anne and Bailey, whose bellies were swelling for the second time. "All bedded and bred at least once," you think to yourself.

Opening a folder, Jennifer handed you three pictures. Looking at them, they showed three young, 19-something blondes. They were wearing Kappa Kappa Gamma t-shirts and not much else. "I've identified these three as our next acquisition, Daddy," she said, informing the group. "As freshmen KKG pledges, they're not allowed birth control until they're full sisters."

You stared intently at pictures when a loud pounding cut through what you were going to say.

Your eyes drift open and you're back in the darkened hotel room. You were lying on your side and felt a warm pair of breasts pushing into your back. Remembering where you were, you reach out, not finding your other bedmate.

You blink your eyes and hear it again.

THUD THUD THUD THUD

Someone was pounding on the hotel room door. Groaning, you move to the side of the bed and sit up. "Tell whoever it is to go the fuck away," murmurs a sleepy Maddie.

Reaching down, you snag your slightly damp pants and put them on. Standing up, you don't bother buttoning them as you walk to the door.

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD.

Arriving at the door, you look through the peephole. It was Tom Tomlinson, the assistant, who brought you Wendy's earlier.

Jerking the door open, you angrily growl, "This better be fucking good."

"Andy's been arrested," he hurriedly replied.

Stunned, you utter, "Huh."

Tom sighed, saying, "Sorry, man, but Andy went to the bar across the street last night, got hammered, and tried to proposition a cop."

Astonished, you mutter, "Fuuuuuccckkkkkk."

Nodding, he continues, "Yeah, Andy just called me from lockup and dumped this on us."

"What a fuck-up," you think to yourself before asking, "What time is it?"

Tom glanced at his watch, answering, "Almost 7." You curse silently, only four hours till you all have to be on the bus. You think about Maddie lying in your bed and not having enough time to do what you want too.

"Fortunately, all we need to do is make sure the kids get on the bus. We can leave Andy to Principal Smalley." You grumpily grouse.

Tom nods in agreement, resigned weariness written in his expression. You were about to close the door when he reached out, putting his hand on it.

"Listen... Andy. He wasn't always like this, you know," he imparted. You found yourself nodding along as he continued. "After taking state his second year here he, he." Tom pauses searching for a word, "became ambitious if you know what I mean."

"Really," you think to yourself before speaking. "I guess you could say that."

Tom looked at you, clearly wanting to say more. "What are you trying to say, Tom?" you ask, trying to prompt him.

He gets a far-off look before saying. "All I'm saying is that I've heard some things..." he pauses again, gathering his thoughts. "Listen, Andy has... friends like Leonard; Ted Lasco on the school board; and the superintendent. Just be careful, okay."

You watch the coach leave, more than likely heading to his room. Closing the door, you're surprised when Maddie wraps her arms around your middle from behind.

"Ambitious," she murmured before kissing the back of your shoulder. Turning around, you look down into her eyes. "More like a raging egomaniac," she finished before popping up onto her toes, kissing you. Opening your mouth, her tongue leisurely brushing against yours.

Breaking the kiss, Maddie nibbles on your lower lip before flashing you an impish smile. You feel her hand slide down the front of your pants. "Although if anyone should be an egomaniac, it's you." You groan as she cups you. "You did a spectacular job breaking in Tina's pussy; watching you fill up her belly with jizz made me cum so hard." She purred as heat flickered in her eyes.

"You really don't have any problem with..." you rumble. "What? You slipping your willie into Jennifer and the girls," she interjected.

Her eyes sparkled as she purred, "Silly. I told you I'm a very bad girl myself." Maddie gives your cock another pat before pushing off of you.

"They're 18 and willing, so I say game on," she told you as she turned away to retrieve the coat she came to your room wearing.

You just stood there as she picked up the coat and drew it over her shoulders. She cocked her head as she started zipping it up. "As long as I get mine, I don't care that you're slipping it into the girls," she playfully bantered.

Despite everything that's gone on to date. You found yourself asking, "You know that people would accuse me of grooming them?"

That set off an explosion of laughter from your assistant/lover. "No, Jason Clarkson, you are not grooming those girls," she says, walking back over to you. Pressing against your chest, she threads her arms around your waist. Looking up into your eyes, she says, "It would be more apt that Jennifer groomed you."

Her smile deepened as both of you felt your cock start coming to life. "Mmmnnnnn," she purred throatily. "As tempting as it is to give your monster an early morning workout. I expect I'll have to dodge a few questions from Sandra."

Your fingers itched to grab her as Maddie stepped back from you again. It must have shown in your eyes.

"Tsk tsk, Daddy. Don't worry, you'll be getting a chance to fill up my pussy soon enough." The sexy blonde then saunters around you with her hand on your shoulder. She leaned in, whispering, "Also, I managed to get some satisfaction playing with Tina after you passed out, stud. So don't think I was left out"

Maddie removed her arm, reaching for the door handle. Turning your eyes, follow her as your assistant poses for a moment in the door. Looking back at you, she blows you a kiss before saying, "Anyways, I heard from a little birdie that Beth Anne is spending the night at Lilly's tonight." Her voice deepened, heat dripping back into it. "It would be a shame if she didn't get her cream pie dessert. Wouldn't it?"

Unable to speak, you just stood there as she closed the door behind her. At a loss, you look up to the heavens, saying, "This is fucking insane."

Of course God, if he exists, didn't see fit to answer. Sighing, you stride over to the bathroom and shrug off the still damp pants to take a cold shower.