Jan. Week 3: Friday Morning: Leah Accepts Mr. Howard's Offer (Tenure: +10, Suspicion: +5)

“Well, I suppose I have some time before the kids show up. I’ll walk with you.” she said, turning to walk with him toward the school.

They exchanged a brief, meaningless volley of small talk—student council, maintenance issues, upcoming pep rally—during which Mr. Howard’s eyes never quite left Leah’s chest, despite his attempts at decorum. It was a performance they had perfected over months, a mutual pantomime where both actors knew the script by heart but still pretended surprise at every plot twist.

Amber, the secretary, was at her post as always. She looked up from her phone, probably playing Wordle, and gave Leah a knowing glance.

“Good morning!” she said, clueless.

“Good morning, Amber,” Leah replied, trying not to sound too defeated.

“Good morning! Oh Amber—Leah and I have a quick meeting. Should be out before the buses get here.”

“Yes sir, sounds good.” Amber said giving them a smile then immediately going back to the escapism of her phone.

She stepped into the principal’s office and closed the door behind her. Mr. Howard was already moving toward his desk. Leah sat her bag down, smoothing her skirt as if waiting for his lead. She could feel his gaze raking her up and down as he sat down in his comfy chair.

“Thanks for joining me this morning,” he said, folding his hands on the desk. “I know you’re busy, but… well, Fridays are always a little stressful for me. You know how it is-besides I won’t get to enjoy your…company over the weekend.”

“Oh-Of course! What can I do for you?” She kept her voice a completely false tone of over-the-top cheer, as if she were being asked to organize a bake sale, not to rescue her job by sucking her boss’s cock. Mr. Howard smiled, a slow, wolfish curl of the lips.

“I think you know what I’m asking, Leah. Let’s keep it quick and painless.”

They both knew what would come next. Leah glanced at the clock—seven thirty-five. Twenty minutes until the halls would be swarming with teenagers. She rose and walked around the desk without prompting. Mr. Howard was already shifting in his chair, undoing his belt with the practiced efficiency of a man who had done this sort of thing more times than he could remember.

Leah knelt in front of him, her knees making a soft thud on the industrial carpet. She didn’t look him in the eye. Instead, she focused on the mindless, mechanical work at hand, letting her consciousness drift to some other place. He was already rock hard; the walk with her must have been enough to have made his blood start pumping. Leah snorted with genuine dry amusement.

“Didn’t know the job came with a morning flagpole requirement.” His cock jumped as she freed it from his designer slacks. Mr. Howard chuckled.

"What can I say--I was looking forward to this." he mused as he felt Leah's mouth move toward his cock. She set a slow rhythm, hand and mouth in perfect sync, letting her tongue trace the veins she’d come to know so intimately.

Mr. Howard, for his part, tried to play it cool, but the sharp little breaths he took—and the way his hands dug white-knuckled into the armrests—told a different story. He tried to keep things “professional,” which in this context meant a running monologue about the upcoming fire drill and whether the district would approve funding for new laptops. Leah almost laughed around his cock; the absurdity was impossible to ignore. She popped off for a second, wiping the corner of her lip with a practiced swipe.

“Maybe keep the school business out of my mouth until I’m done?” she said. “I’d like to actually make first period today.”

“You’re right, you’re right. I’ll just… focus on your professional development...” He grinned, teeth gleaming.

She rolled her eyes, but dove back in, determined to finish this “favor” on schedule. She quickened her pace, hollowed her cheeks; he groaned despite himself and, after a few more minutes of steady work, his whole body jerked in a spasm. Leah braced, letting the thick burst of cum flood her mouth, swallowing quickly and cleanly like she was taking a vitamin. Not a single drop escaped—it was one of the few things she took pride in during these encounters.

She sat back and cleared her throat. Mr. Howard let out a long, satisfied sigh, as if he’d just finished a particularly tricky crossword puzzle or tasty candy bar.

“Damn, Leah,” he said, tucking himself back in, “you really are one of Pleasant Plains’ finest.”

“I try.”She shrugged, dead to the flattery.

For a moment, there was an awkward silence—the kind that lingered when neither predator nor prey knew what happened next. Mr. Howard busied himself with straightening his tie and shuffling some papers, as if the previous ten minutes were an ordinary part of the curriculum.

“Anything else?” Leah asked, already halfway to the door.

“No, that’s all. Enjoy your long weekend.” He smiled, but his eyes were on the window.

She nodded, then was gone, her face wiped clean of expression until the hallway door closed behind her. She took a moment to catch her breath, then checked her watch. She was actually ahead of schedule. As she made her way down the hall, she passed the main office again. Amber, the secretary, glanced up from her phone, eyebrows raised just slightly.

She had about 5 minutes or so before the first period, and she rushed to get everything ready for the day. The bell rang, and the day soon began in earnest. Leah kept one eye on the clock, counting the hours until the weekend officially started.