Need for a Helper

"So what do you need me for?"

"Well, about the dance. I need some help with the manual labor. Just moving around tables and hanging up banners. Should be easy enough."

"Sure, Miss Lynn."

"You can call me Cindy." She gave Spencer an effortless smile, knowing she was in complete control.

"Right. Cindy."

"You know, a lot of us teachers could really do with a hard-working handyman."

"Well, I'm not really all that qualified..."

"Oh, I'm not talking anything serious. Just some work around the house." Cindy proceeded to remove her dress, and lay on her side, giving Spencer a view of her juicy ass, only 'covered' by a lacy g-string.

"We can reward you."

Spencer's jaw dropped. "Uh... I can see that."

"So what do you say, Spencer?"

"Well, sure, I guess."

"Good." Cindy smiled, having achieved what many of the moms and teachers had been trying to do for about six years: get Spencer wrapped around her little finger. For once Britney had proven to be helpful rather than annoying.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Cindy?"

"Hmmm... I wonder how well equipped you are for the task?"

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"I know you're already hard for me. How about you show me your tool?" There was a devious spark in her eyes and a broad smile on her face.

Spencer stood up, his heart pounding like a jackhammer. Cindy purred upon seeing the bulge in his pants but her face turned to befuddlement when Spencer moved towards the door.

"What are you doing?"