She's happy and she tries to thank you

She takes a sharp, shuddering breath, her eyes smouldering, then slides behind the wheel and turns the key. The car coughs and hesitates, then roars to life. Lyndsey looks up at you with happy excited eyes.

"Mr. Sharp you fixed it! You're my knight in shining armour!" she squeaks happily, bouncing out of the car and hugging you, her ripe teen body pressed against you. She smells delicious, a mixture of perfume, sweat and girl, and you smile as you hug her, your hands gently stroking down your back. When she starts to pull away, you hold her, making her gasp in surprise.

"Mr. Sharp! We've got to get back to school!" she giggles, tapping your chin with one slender finger and looking up at you with mock severity.

"You haven't rewarded your knight in shining armour yet," you chuckle softly, sliding your hands to her hips and holding her.

"Oh My God! You're so naughty Mr. Sharp! Such a bad knight!" she giggles again then stands on her toes, putting one hand behind your neck and pulling herself into a kiss. You pull her closer, suddenly devouring her sweet young mouth, your tongue probing her. She struggles as you hold her, gasping as she turns her head to break the kiss, shaking her head as she looks at you with wide eyes.

"Mr. Sharp! You shouldn't! You're a teacher! And what were you doing at a strip club anyway! You're a naughty boy!"

"And you're going to tell, are you Lyndsey?" you snort. "You looked out in the audience while you were shaking your naked tits and saw me watching? Is that what you're going to report? You seem a little confused about the balance of power here."

"I didn't....didn't mean I was going to tell..." Lyndsey gasps as you squeeze the cheeks of her ass, pulling her hips against you. "I was just teasing...I'm sorry Mr. Sharp...but thank you ever so much for fixing my car!"

"I haven't had my reward yet," you growl, looking down at her.

"I gave you a kiss," she protests with a little pout.

"That will do for a start," you say with a grin as you pull her closer and devour her again as she squirms and purrs into your mouth, her hands pressing on your chest in a semblance of protest. She pants when you break the kiss, looking up at you with wide eyes that hold both promise and timidity.

"What more do you want?" she breathes, biting her lip as she looks up at you.