Tamara makes a counter offer

"Wait!" She stops you, with a completely different look. The tears and embarrassment is suddenly replaced with a knowing glance as her hands slide provocatively down her pink blouse. Looking up at you coyly through her thick dark lashes, Tamara licks her full lips deliberately.

"You're a man..." Her grasp of the obvious almost makes you smile, but you know where this pretty young student is going, and you have no intention of starting your stay here at the Pink Rose this way. "You saw what a wicked slut I am ..." she pauses long enough to bite her lip again and tuck a wispy lock of golden hair behind her ear. "I could give you a blow-job. I give a really good sloppy blow-job. What do you say?" And so it starts, Senator Williams had warned you this would almost certainly happen. Although he made his position on you sampling the sweet fruit of this orchard clear, he did warn you that exchanging sexual favors for leniency could backfire in a big way.

"Miss Longmire, I'm not some horny teenaged boy." You tell her as you reach out and grab her upper arm, "I'm not going to risk my job for a blowjob, no matter how good or sloppy." Actually as you feel the firm muscles of this pretty student's arm and remembering what she looked like as she came, you are more tempted than you let on.

"No, you're right, Sir." She tries again placing her hand on your arm, "you are a real man, you probably want to throw me back on that desk and fuck this naughty schoolgirl silly." She reaches down to brush the lump in your pants with the back of her fingers. "I think I'd like that, Sir." She breathes huskily, "the harder the better."