Chapter 23 by dialectic

What happens as you exit?

Confronted by Mrs. Fletcher

You are immediately met by Mrs. Fletcher. She looks assessingly at your half-erect cock, and the slightly haphazard way your jeans sit on Lottie's hips.

"A promising start, Lottie," she assesses. She looks to you. "Did she tell you the whole scope of her project?"

You look to Lottie. Her face is tense. "I... think probably so," you say. Taking a chance, you move alongside and slightly in front of Lottie, and put a hand down Lottie's front, tracing your fingers through her public hair. "It seemed involved enough to be a challenging assignment in any case," you say, indicating your hand in her trousers.

"Micheal Lewis," she says sternly, "What business do you have putting your hands down Miss Chevalier's trousers?"

You brace yourself. "I think, you mean *my* trousers, Mrs. Fletcher," you say as evenly as possible. Your cock is starting to rise.

Mrs. Fletcher looks at you assessingly, and glances at your cock with a smirk. "Quite right, Micheal," she nods. "Would you say that Lottie did her share of the work, in the office?"

You relax slightly, and pull your hand out of your jeans (that Lottie is wearing). "Yes, and she did well despite how challenging it was. If I might, Mrs. Fletcher, can I suggest that the Faculty not put undue pressure on how Lottie selects partners, so long as she can demonstrate that she is fulfilling the scope of the project?"

Mrs. Fletcher regards you. "I will consider putting out an advisory message. You surprise me, Micheal Lewis." She looks to Lottie. "You have completed the Monday morning part of your assignment. Well done and keep up the good work." She turns and walks away.

Lottie looks to you. "That was mortifying." She shuffles uncomfortably. She looks at your mostly erect member. "Which kind of seems to be the point. So thanks, I guess. I... can't tell you what to do. But I *can* choose who I ask, when I need to change clothes. I hope that I can rely on you," she says.

You pat Lottie gently on her butt. "People are watching," you say to her as she startles slightly. "I appreciate you choosing me. Let's make it count," you add.

Lottie looks at you a bit uncertainly. "Sure," she says.