follow her

You decide to follow Ms. Jenkins to her office to avoid further problems. You admire the sway of her shapely ass and imagine taking her from behind. As you enter her office, she points you to the chair in front of the only table in the room. "Just a minute," she tells you as she enters an adjoining room. The echo of her voice slips out as the door has been left ajar. She appears to be talking to someone on the phone. You listen intently and pick up the words "Mr. Harris... now... in my office... how about... yes, now...."

You try to recall who Mr. Harris is. "Fuck!" your mind screams. "She's not calling the Mr. Harris from Student Affairs!" Your mind races through all possible scenarios. You stand and pace about uneasily. As you thrust your hands into your pockets you feel the bottles of #5 and #21. The tail end of an idea crosses your mind. Quickly, you pull out a bottle of experiment #21 and spray a liberal amount onto the seat Ms. Jenkins will be taking when she returns. You also spray on the edge of the table, hoping enough liquid would be left to drip onto her clothes. The door slams as Ms. Jenkins approaches you from the room. You quickly pocket the empty bottle of #21.

You face the opposite direction and wait for Ms. Jenkins' to start talking. "Nick," she says in a neutral voice. "Do you realize what you have done?"

"I didn't do anything," you say defensively. "I just can't simply refuse if some girl comes up to me and...." You realize that Ms. Jenkins is no longer listening to you but is staring at the edge of the table angrily.

"Don't tell me you spilled my flower vase on purpose!" she says indignantly. As she stands to examine the extent of the apparent spill, you notice large transparent splotches on the front of her skirt, exposing her yellow thong. The back of the skirt has also become mostly transparent.

You quickly take out your smart phone and start taking pictures of Ms. Jenkins from different angles. She turns to you in surprise, and quickly realizes what you are taking pictures of.

"Stop that or I..." Ms. Jenkins pauses, as realization dawns on her.

"What will you do, Ms. Jenkins?" you ask, somewhat emboldened by the sight before you. "Will you wait for Mr. Harris to arrive and see you like that?"

Panic sets in as she rushes to the door you just entered and locks it with the bolt. She looks at you with pleading eyes. "Call Mr. Harris and tell him that you don't need his presence anymore," you command her. She obediently picks up her phone and calls Mr. Harris, telling him what you just told her. She then hangs up with a look of relief on her face.

"How did you do that?" She asks. "I know my skirt was not transparent when I left home earlier this morning."

"I know certain things that most people can only dream about," you respond vaguely. "And I'd like you to finish what Hanna started!"

She gazes at you pleadingly, but finally realizes that you mean business, and proceeds to kneel in front of you. She then unzips your trousers and pulls out your hardened member. She tentatively puts the tip of your cock into her mouth, then starts a slow pumping motion with her head. You take pictures of her giving you a blow job.

"Please take off your blouse," you say to her. She sheds off her blouse obediently and resumes blowing you. You cannot help but admire her immense cleavage outlined by her matching yellow push-up bra. You take another photo. "For insurance," you add.

She increases her pace until you feel yourself reaching the edge. Just the thought of her arrogant lips around your rod sends waves of pleasure through your head. Her attempt to give you a deep throat explodes all your restraints. She coughs and chokes slightly as she attempts to swallow all of your juices.

"Don't swallow it all," you caution. "Rub the rest on the transparent spots to make them revert back."

She does as she is told, and her face shows a hint of surprise as she watches her skirt revert back to its initial opaque state. "You're a genius," she says.

"I'm not yet through with you," you say with an air of irritation.

"What else do you want from me?" she asks, somewhat taken aback.