She agrees

Julia does not hesitate. She looks up at him with clear eyes and answers at once.

“I’ll bring Peta tomorrow after the final bell. You get both of us. Riley’s record stays completely clean.”

Headmaster Alexander’s smile is slow and satisfied. “Wise choice, Mrs. Edwards.” He guides her mouth back onto his cock without another word. Julia opens wide and takes him deep, determination replacing any remaining reluctance. She hollows her cheeks, swirls her tongue along the thick underside, and works him with both hands in steady rhythm. The wet sounds of her sucking fill the quiet office.

Alexander keeps one hand in her hair, controlling the pace, while the other rests lightly on the back of her neck. He does not rush. He lets her earn every inch, watching her blonde head bob and the way her thighs stay open, panties still shoved aside. When her eyes water he only thrusts a little deeper, holding her there until she adjusts, then allowing her to pull back just enough to breathe before she dives forward again.

Minutes pass. Julia’s jaw aches. Spit runs down her chin and drips onto the front of her dress. She ignores it. She focuses only on the heavy cock stretching her lips and the promise of a clean slate for Riley. When Alexander’s breathing finally changes, when his grip tightens and his hips begin to lose their measured control, she doubles her efforts. She takes him as deep as she can and swallows around the head.He comes with a low, controlled groan. Thick pulses of cum flood her mouth. Julia swallows every drop, milking him with her tongue until the last twitch fades. Only then does he allow her to pull off. A thin strand of saliva and cum still connects her lower lip to the glistening head.

Alexander tucks himself away, smooths his trousers, and returns to his desk as though nothing unusual has occurred. He writes a brief note, signs it, and slides the paper across to her.

“Riley’s file is clean as of this moment. Two-day suspension is rescinded. She will never know why.” He meets Julia’s eyes. “Tomorrow. Three-thirty. Bring Peta. Do not be late.”

Julia stands on slightly unsteady legs, straightens her dress as best she can, and nods. The taste of him is still strong on her tongue as she walks out of the office, past Caprice the secretary, and into the morning light.Outside the school she sits in the driver’s seat of the Urus for a long moment, heart still racing. She has just sold herself and her closest friend for her daughter’s future. The guilt is there, sharp and real, yet beneath it runs a darker current of anticipation she can no longer deny.

She starts the engine. There is still the rest of the day to get through, errands, the house, and the question of how exactly she is going to convince Peta to walk into that office tomorrow.