Her break is over

Michelle slides off of you and grabs her clothes, quickly putting them back on. "My break is over, but that was a fabulous way to spend it. If my husband would do that to me ... well, you don't care about that." You put yourself back together.

She now is dressed. She fishes in her uniform for something, and then pulls out a pen and a notepad. She scribbles on it. Ripping off the page, she hands the slip to you.

"Here's my cell phone. Give me a call during weekdays, and we can do this again. Maybe even a regular thing. My husband is a pencil-dicked jerk, but we have kids, so I'm staying until they get older. But guys like you make it all possible. Thanks for the fuck. Let yourself out." She gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

"Thank you," you say before she goes back up front. You let yourself out.