A "Conversation"

"Well, Mr.Wa... err, Miss Daphne. Ahh cut the crap Walter. I'm gonna be straightforward, what's it in for me? I don't care whether you get the virus or not."

"Uh-Wha... what do you mean Mr. Miller? It is for the greater good of the college," said Walter as beamed with the smile of a 20-year old woman that makes any grown man develop a serious case of butterflies in the stomach.

"Hmm... let's make a deal Mr. Schmidt," Mr. Miller said with his head in his hands, clearly indicating that whatever he was about to say was something he thought over. "You see, it is not everyday that I see a beautiful young lady in a speedo march into my office. As the headmaster of this prestigious institute, I do not want young women on my campus to roam around wearing speedos."

Walter gulped, he knew that the headmaster had planned something severe for him, if not, then why would he talk in such a serious manner?

"...so please, suck this cock of mine."

"UUH?," Walter let out a confused screech. He had definitely missed out on whatever this old headmaster was saying while he was lost in his thoughts.

"You heard me didn't you? A blowjob and you can do whatever shit that you want to do on this campus."