She has questions

"That was intense, Kyle." She smiles brightly. "I don't usually cum at all unless I'm stroking myself as the guy is going at it, but that was amazing..."

"You are pretty special yourself, Monica." You grin, pleased at her unabashed compliments.

"Can I ask you something?" Monica's eyes search yours intently, and when you nod easily she hesitates just a heartbeat before asking: "Are you really like this Kyle, or is this just some kind of act?"

"Act?" Your confusion must be obvious.

"Every other guy I've been with has gotten off on my fantasies." She explains, "especially when they find out I work here at the Rose, they want me to wear the uniform and everything." At least you understand her question now, but you're not sure what to say. Luckily Monica is happy to do the talking for both of you.

"I figure, the main reason a man would want to teach here is all these adventurous young cunts entering their experimental stage." She blushes a little, "God Kyle, I'm not even that into women, and I want to fuck the shit out of at least a third of them."

"I've only been here less than a day, Monica." You answer, recalling some of the fantasies you've had since that odd conversation in the Senator's office. "I can't say I won't be tempted, but you are a beautiful woman yourself, Miss Fulton. I imagine that you have all sorts of guys trying to catch your eye." She shrugs noncommittally, but then her eyes darken again.

"Do you think I'm totally weird, Kyle." Her eyes search yours for any indication of how you feel. "I mean with that '****' thing I was asking for?" She looks away suddenly embarrassed. "I'm not always like that, I promise. It's just," she hesitates briefly but then goes on in a rush. "I saw the paddle, and you looked so powerful and rough in that dirty tee, I guess I got carried away."

"Well, it was a little different." You admit, wondering how deep her need to be **** was in her psyche, and where it came from if it was something she really needed. Instead of playing counselor you decide to turn the conversation to a safer topic. "But you liked it my way too right?"

"Fuck yes." Monica laughs excitedly, before suddenly looking a little concerned. "Hey, umm, this doesn't mean we're dating, right?" She sits up covering her perfect tits self-consciously. "I mean you seem really nice and if you want to go out sometime that'd be cool." She licks her lips nervously before finishing what she's clearly worried about. "It's just I don't want you to expect me to see only you ... I'm sorry Kyle, I'm saying this all wrong. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of kinky slut, but I'm not ready for a serious relationship."