They found your stash…

“I have no idea what you could be talking about Courtney.” You say.

“Ok, John. Let me refresh your memory a little.” You could tell she was pissed; she was all flushed and breathing heavily. Frustrated she removed her suit jacket and put it on the back of her chair. She was wearing a white knit sleeveless shirt that clung to her shapely body in all the right places. You couldn’t help but notice that with her being pissed off she was taking deep breaths moving her breasts in and out much to your delight. She went to the drawer of her desk and took out a sack of something and threw it down on her desk.

“Recognize this?” She asked. You sure as hell did. That was your private stash that you sold to some of your favorite students. They needed to relax after all.

“Look John, you have a good job and a good reputation here. I’d hate to see you go down over something like this.”

You weren’t quite sure what to say, you where thinking of those pony tails again and how they would assist in a good face fucking...

“John, are you listening to me? I’m trying to help you here.” She stares at you. Damn, you can’t believe they found your stash. But if you go down for **** possession why not go down for more? You always thought Courtney was an attractive woman. Why not see if she’ll let you play with her pony tails? Or maybe you should try to work something out with her, maybe give her a cut of the business. Of course she would need to prove her loyalty. It’d be much easier to operate if you had her in your pocket…