7. You see Ivo, the art teacher, and Lydia Jansen sneaking off

As you leave the away team locker room, you see movement out of the corner of your eye. You see a short man opening the door to the home team locker room and a blonde entering. The man looks around but doesn’t see you. You identify him as Ivo Beckert, the art teacher. But you aren’t sure who the blonde is.

You watch him slide in and see a lecherous grin on his face. As the door closes, you decide to investigate. You slide in after them and soon hear a girlish giggle. Looking around one of the sets of lockers, you see Lydia Jansen lying back on one of the benches with her head dangling over the edge and Ivo Beckert pulling out his cock. Lydia is a pretty, athletic girl, the captain of the Mesa Academy field hockey team, with smaller tits. Tonight she’s dressed up in a sparkly, one shoulder top and black skirt with modest heels. She looks pretty, but she looks even prettier now that she’s about to take some dick.

You see him crouch, not too far given his stature, and slide his cock past Lydia’s lips. He sighs and begins thrusting. It’s an easy enough job for her, he isn’t very big, but you can tell it’s an enjoyable one. She slides her hand under her skirt and you can see she starts playing with herself as she sucks off her teacher. You adjust yourself, watching the coupling with increasing arousal.

It isn’t long before Ivo grunts and you can tell he’s cumming in her mouth. Lydia is a good girl and dutifully swallows every drop. He pulls his cock from her lips and she smiles up at him. He grins down at her wolfishly, having enjoyed his prey. It’s at that moment that you chose to make yourself known.

“AHEM.” You cough.

Lydia is so startled she falls off the bench. Ivo rushes to put his cock away, desperately hoping no one saw exactly what they were doing. You round the corner, looking at the teacher and student with a smile.

“What do we have here?”

“I swear it’s nothing.” Ivo looks panicked. Lydia looks up at him and then back at you. She nods.

“I think a teacher getting sucked off by a student on homecoming night isn’t nothing, but for the right agreement I’m sure I could be convinced it’s nothing.” You smile, letting the implication hang in the air.