Here's a little excerpt from yesterday's release of Grade-A-Sex Deal:
A light knock on the door brings me out of my misery. The only perk of this job is about to enter, and perky he is indeed.
Troy Anderson pokes his beautiful face into my office, swings his slim, athletic body inside and locks the door behind him.
“Come in,” I say calmly to the young kid who only ever wears skin-tight jeans and sleeveless tops. My guess is that he does it just to tease me. I can’t take my eyes off his thin waist and nicely toned biceps and whenever he catches me ogling, he shoots me a smirk.
“What can I do for you, Troy?”
“You can give me an A on that exam you’re making,” Troy replies in his low, seductive voice. His blue eyes scan the table in front of me. Out of habit I pull a folder over my notes.
“And why would I do that?” I ask in my monotone teaching voice.
Troy’s full lips quirk into a smirk. “Because we have a deal.”
He walks to my desk and traces the edge with a long finger. My eyes follow that finger where it slides off the wood and lands on his growing bulge.
“The deal’s off,” I state matter-of-factly.
An old magazine lies on top of my screen. I grab it and pretend to sink my consciousness in the wonders of the South-American rainforests while everything within me is fantasizing about what he keeps hidden in those jeans.
“No way,” Troy says with a confident smile in his voice. “I haven’t been coming to see you every week for you to bail out now. The exam is next week.”
I count down a full minute before I lower the magazine to answer. “I’m very well aware of that, Mr. Anderson, but you didn’t show up last Monday night. You broke the deal.”
“Oh come on, I was studying,” he says and for the first time I hear a crack in his resolve. It surprises me so much that my eyes fly up to meet his. That gorgeous, sandy-blond hair half covers one of his blue eyes and sweeps the curve of his neck. His slender jaw flexes on his tanned face as he swallows.
“What do you propose?” I ask calmly, trying hard not to reveal how much he affects me. His mere presence is enough to have me jumping hoops. Yes, we do have a grade-A-sex deal, but the more we meet the more I like having him around.
He resumes his calm nature, leaning over the end of the desk with his perky little ass in the air. “Well, I’m here now. You can do me twice.”
He has my undivided attention for a few seconds before I toss away the magazine, grab a pen and start flicking through the Webster’s.
“Oh come on,” he murmurs, edging himself a little farther towards me. “I know you have other guys knocking on your door every night. It’s not like you didn’t have anyone to play with. How many guys have you fucked this week?”
“Several,” I reply with a shrug. “How many teachers have fucked you this week?”
“Several,” he echoes with a carefree grin and adjusts his perfectly shaped elbows on my desk.