Jan. Week 3: Friday-Leah Offers Mr. Bill a blowjob instead...

She dug in her heels, arms crossed, and tried to summon a version of herself who would just tell him to fuck off. But that girl was long gone, replaced by this version who would do just about anything to keep her job and her fiancé and her life.

“Listen, I’ll suck you off,” she said evenly, each word dropping out of her mouth like a stone.

Mr. Bill considered, cocked his head, ran his tongue over his teeth like he was savoring the taste of her humiliation.

“Don’t get me wrong, Miss Leah, your head game is top shelf. Like, best in the district—maybe even the whole damn state I recon’. But I really think we’s ought to ex-pand ou’r horizons’.”

She blushed, hated herself for it, but the answer was obvious and already on her face.

“I’m not interested in someone walking in here and catching us—or being late for class and people start asking questions.” she said with what she thought was a real tone of worry in her voice, but it sounded hollow even to her. “It is the middle of the day—it willd draw too much attention. Come-on…okay?”

“I sees you is tryin to use them oral skills already by ne-go-tia-tion.” He paused a moment for dramatic effect. Cocked his head the other way then nodded. “Fine, hit your knees, girl. Let’s see if you got that Friday spirit.”

She did. Leah went down, the rough tile cold on her knees. Mr. Bill unzipped with the casual, unhurried confidence of a man who knew he had all the time in the world. He fished out his cock—not even half-hard yet, but still a monstrous thing, shiny at the tip from anticipation. The way it filled her vision reminded her of the first time she’d seen him. Now she was here—again— kneeling before him.