Abbie

Emily crouched behind the boxes, clutching the toy giraffe to her chest while the boy and girl shuffled around getting dressed. She was trying to make herself believe that the girl hadn’t actually seen her, and most definitely hadn’t winked at her.

‘So, can we meet up again later?’ This was the boy’s voice. ‘I’d really like to see you again.’

‘Oh, yes,’ the girl replied. ‘I’ll tell you what, Jim, I’ll call you.’

‘I’m George.’

‘That’s what I said. Right, you’d better get out of here, I’ll tidy up the old creep’s desk.’

Emily heard the door open and then click shut. She listened intently, but the room was silent.

She almost leapt out of her skin when the girl shouted from right next to Emily’s head: ‘What do you think you are doing, spying on an innocent young couple!?’

Startled, she stood and turned to the girl, still clutching the toy. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were going to come!’

The dark haired girl was laughing. ‘You should have joined us, I’m sure you could have cum too.’

Emily blushed. ‘Look, we should get out of here.’

‘Wait a minute, I’ve got questions. What are you doing in here? Are you Mr Jackson’s sex **** or something? Does he keep you under the desk to suck him off while he’s pretending to do paperwork?’

Emily was shocked. ‘No! I was looking for a locker key.’

‘Behind the boxes?’

‘I hid when I heard you.’

‘So why are you just wearing a t-shirt?’

‘I’m not!’ Emily knew this wasn’t going well. ‘I’m wearing panties too.’ She looked down at the floor.

The girl laughed loudly. ‘You are priceless! Right, help me tidy the desk, then you stick with me, I’ll look after you. I’m Abbie.’

Abbie and Emily quickly put Mr Jackson’s belongings back in place on the desk. There was a small puddle in the centre of the desk, Abbie wiped some of the liquid with her fingers and smeared it on the keys of the laptop. Smiling wickedly at Emily she said ‘My break is nearly up, but you can come and help me. I think it’s going to be fun having you around.’