Yes, but sneakily

Kaylee opens her mouth to speak, but you put your finger to your lips to shush her. You look at the cubicles. One door is shut, while the others are ajar. You quietly walk over to the cubicle adjacent to the engage one, ignoring the fact that you aren't wearing trousers. Kaylee holds her breath as she watches you. As slowly as you can, you stand on the toilet and lift yourself up until you can peer over the top of the cubicle.

Sitting in the next cubicle is Alison, the head girl and headmaster's daughter. However, she is definitely not acting in a way that a goody two-shoes usually would. Her panties are around her ankles and her hand is lost in the folds of her skirt. Her blouse is undone down to her belly-button, and she has pulled surprisingly nice tits over the top of her bra. She is sitting perfectly still and staring at the door, no doubt too scared to make any noise and hoping you'll go away.

"Well, well, well..." you say.

Alison screams and gives you a terrified stare. "I...er...I mean..." she stammers.

"Who is it?" asks Kaylee.

"Alison Simpson," you reply. "With her fingers in her pussy!"

Alison suddenly realises her situation and pulls her panties up. She tries, and fails, to wipe her fingers on her skirt without you noticing.

"Really? So she must have been enjoying our little game as much as us! This is just too good!" Kaylee and Alison have always had issues with each other. No one's sure why, and no one dares to ask, but you can clearly see the glee on Kaylee's face that shows that she revels in the idea of Alison's predicament. "Come on out, Alison!" she yells.

Alison stands up, straightens her blouse and steps out of the cubicle. Her blonde hair is tied back into pigtails by red ribbons, and she's wearing frilly ankle socks, making her look every bit the prissy little head prefect. You jump off the toilet and stand by Kaylee. Some people might feel inihibited when they stand there in only a shirt, but you barely notice. Alison, however, turns a bright shade of magenta when she stands before you both. She can't peel her eyes from your erection.

"Oh dear, Alison, it seems you've been busted," says Kaylee. "The question is, what are you prepared to forfeit for our silence?"

Alison looks up at you pleadingly, but you shrug your shoulders. You wouldn't dare stand in Kaylee's way on something like this. As much as you like her, she can be very scary when she wants to be. Besides, you have always secretly fancied Alison. Perhaps this is a way in.

"Forfeit?" she asks Kaylee.

"Yeah. I mean, you do want us to keep quiet about this, don't you?"

Alison nods.

"I thought so," continues Kaylee. "So let's see. Are you a virgin, Alison?"

"Wh-what?"

"Are you a virgin?"

"Y-yes, but-"

"Thought so again. Well, I think that's all gonna change today. You see, if you want us to keep quiet, then you're going to have to be very nice to us. Starting with losing your virginity to John."

"What? You can't do this!" Alison's fear turns to outrage. "Either you keep quiet about me fi...touching myself, or...or I'll tell everyone what you were doing with John!"

"Go ahead. I'm not ashamed. John is very sexy, and VERY good at what he does." She winks at you and you smile coyly. "But the whole school will find out about you anyway, and what would Daddy say? Imagine the headlines: 'Headteacher's daughter is a SLUT in his own school!' I think you'd lose your allowance, to say the least! Maybe your dad will lose his job!"

Alison sunk her head. "I'll...I'll do it," she mumbles.

"Sorry?" asks Kaylee.

"I said I'LL DO IT!" she snaps. She shoots you a glare, but her eyes keep flicking down to the erect cock poking between your shirt tails.

"Atta girl."