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Chapter 42
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Kinkster-Sir-H
What does Erica choose?
None of those
Obviously, I add **** to all of her options. It's crucial to keep her drinking, plus she also seemed to enjoy it. Despite the ****, though, Erica's terrified. I doubt she had ever shown more skin than in a bikini. Add that to the fact that she's very shy and you have a horrified girl in front of me, having to choose just how much skin to show a man who she knew had the hots for her.
All of this was new to Erica, and I knew it. But she had herself signed-up for this. She knew the nature of our arrangement, she'd blown me all the way there. Maybe she didn't realize it could involve her body as well since I'm usually the naked one, but that wasn't really my problem... Erica's looking down at her feet, even counting on her fingers for whatever reason. I simply stare, contemplating all the possibilities about to unfold. A few minutes pass, and Erica's still pondering.
"You know, I can always take you back home. It's ok to change your mind." - I inform, grabbing my car keys from the table.
"No, I..."
"Or you can just sleep over so your mom doesn't freak. You can just watch some TV, no secretary business of any sort." - I offer, trying to be the good guy and ease her mind. She's a pile of nerves.
"But... no points, then..."- She mumbles, still lost in her head. - "Right?"
"Right. The whole idea is to EARN points, right? But if you changed your mind, that's ok. No hard feelings." - I explain, giving her a hug, wishing she didn't have a towel around her. We stay like that for a bit when I let go. - "So which is it? Should I drop you off or sleep over?"
Without a reply, Erica walks back into the bathroom. - _There's my answer... - _I go back to the door and put my shoes on. With the keys in hand, I wait for Erica to come out. Her house is pretty far and I'm actually gonna need some time with those exams. I start peeking out of my window, carefully moving the curtain away. I watch the darkness for about a minute. No sign of anyone, the street looks empty enough for us to walk to the car unseen.
"Come on, Erica, the coast is cl..." - And as I turn around, I'm hit by an amazing and unexpected scene. Erica's standing, red as a pepper, right by desk, staring at me. She had her panties on and was covering her tiny breasts with her hands.
"Holy mother... I thought you were..."
"Three. Option three." - She utters, biting her bottom lip in shame, and looking cuter than ever.
"Now there's the Erica from before, who knows to go after what she wants. You look... stunning!" - Unable to face me, Erica doesn't reply and just stands there, embarrassed and catatonic. I walk towards my desk and grab a pencil. - "As promised... half a point to miss Erica O'Keefe. Good job!" - I say it out loud, finally snapping her out of her trance. I needed to show her I meant business.
"Oh my god, did I really just gain half a point?! Fuck, seriously?!"
"Of course you did. I told you that's how it'd work, didn't I? And don't forget your drinks. Just say the word and I'll make 'em for you."
I sit down at my desk, while Erica remains next to it, now smiling. - "You know you can relax, right? Make yourself at home." - I didn't address the fact that she was still hiding her boobs from me, I knew I'd have all night to work her. - "In fact, do you like videogames? I got an xbox and a wii there by the TV..."
Erica walks over and starts going through my stuff.
"Dance Revolution? You got Dance Revolution, Mr. Archer? Hahahah!" - She laughs out loud, covering her boobs with her arms.
"Are you mocking me, young lady?"- I ask in a friendly tone. - "Are you really mocking your own boss, miss O'Keefe? Would you like to keep your job or...?"
Suddenly panicking, Erica tries to apologize. - "No, Mr. Archer, I... I just thought..."
"Relax, Erica, I'm just messing with you... we can mess with each, right? But yeah, I do have it! Why? Are you trying to mock me? Are you gonna say it's a giiiirls game, huh?!" - I interrogate her, tickling her belly. Still tightly holding her tits, Erica contorts, laughing. - "You don't like it?"
"No, no... I... I play it all the time with my cousins! We go crazy with that stuff hahah!"
"You do?"
Then why don't we...
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The prep. school
Used to always having their way, 4 students discover life's made of tough choices
A fancy preparatory school hires a new math teacher, Mr. Archer. He soon discovers just how disgustingly posh and spoiled his students really are and soon they discover math isn't just gonna bend to their favor like everything else, and nor is their new teacher.
Updated on Mar 26, 2026
by Kinkster-Sir-H
Created on Mar 16, 2017
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