She wants to talk to him about his achievements.

He had almost reached the exit when he heard her call his name.

"Carl, we need to talk about your performance sometime."

He was looking forward to that. He already had her data in front of his eyes, they were still within limits. However, she already wished, a little, to be fucked by him. He turned around and walked a few steps towards you, but stopped halfway.

"We need to have a talk! Now come here, I prefer not to have to yell halfway down the hall!" she tried to reprimand him.

"Come on over here!" he said confidently, hoping it worked.

She looked at him in surprise, but then walked up to him.

"What if Mrs. Salz gets hornier and hornier when she does what I tell her to do?"

He wrote into the APP with his thoughts.

"Can you do it faster?" he asked, and again she responded by speeding up a bit.

"So, what was, today, going on with you?" she asked him, a little nervous when she finally stood in front of him.

"I had other things on my mind and don't get me wrong, it's just sports," he replied, looking at her up and down.

-Oh he's checking me out, maybe he's interested in me too, but I like his demanding nature -

He saw in her mind window. He smirked a little.

"You should try harder, you can do more! So concentrate!" she further rebukes him.

There she was, the stern Mrs. Salz, but one that Carl knew was just an act.

"If she's in charge," he countered as he let his eyes wander from top to bottom one more time.

She was slender, her blonde hair framing her narrow face, with its pointed nose, was about shoulder-length.

Her eyes, ice blue and piercing. She was wearing makeup, subtle and barely visible.

Her belly was flat, and her waist ran together to the right degree. Her breasts were not overly large, but fit into the overall picture. Her legs, were, athletic and seemed endless. All of her skin was flawless, and he wondered how she would feel. This also slowly created a bulge in his gym shorts

-He's checking me out again, and he obviously likes what he sees - it went through her mind. However, Carl couldn't figure out if she took it positively, but assumed she did because a smile ran across her face.

"You know yourself that you can do more, why don't you show me?" she kept talking at him, and he could read the next thought.

- and preferably in my bedroom, after all you are of age as of today -

"Yes, Mrs. Salz, I, ...." he started the sentence and broke it off again.

Meanwhile, he typed

"What if there are unique symbols for BDSM that really only insiders know, and Ms. Salz has one."

The typing was barely done before he saw a necklace under the fabric of her top. He was wearing one too, even if he hadn't entered it, but like hers, his was covered.

"What is it now?" she pecked, nervously playing with her necklace, which then flashed. He could see the symbol clearly and began to grin.

It was a square pendant, again engraved with just the corners of a square, with a plus engraved in the center.

His pendant was shaped like a shield with an arrow engraved upward, he knew without having seen it.

"Oh, that's right," he remarked, grinning even wider. Now he could control the conversation better, at least he suspected so.

"What, what exactly do you mean?" she asked nervously. She must not have realized that she had briefly exposed her pendant.

"Why don't you show me the pendant?" he said, demanding.

She froze for a moment, then reached her hand to her neck and hesitated again.

She struggles with herself, wondering whether or not to show him the symbol and whether he will know what to do with it.