Not long after, Oliver and Ms. Dawson entered her office, and without missing a beat, the curvy teacher closed the door behind them, leaning against it.
It was the first ti that the young man had ever set foot in a teacher's personal office, as he'd never been summoned before.
Still, he didn't have a chance to analyze the room itself because there was sothing far more pressing at hand.
He couldn't help but feel sowhat intimidated by Emma's cold stare while she stared at him, crossing her arms under her generous breasts, her gaze never leaving his own, which made his heart race uncontrollably.
Then, breaking the eye contact, she made her way over to sit down on the couch while motioning with one hand for him to sit across from her.
The boy did so, sitting in front of the woman, noticing how her tight skirt molded to her gorgeous thighs and ass, highlighting her perfect proportions.
The outfit she wore only accentuated those sexy features of hers. It was enough to drive anyone wild.
But Oliver resisted the temptation to ogle her, not wanting to provoke her into an outburst.
"Well... Look at you, Oliver." She sighed, brushing so strands of hair from her face and gazing at the young man intensely, "Why are you so nervous? Don't you think I should be the one that feels worried?"
It was a valid question that made Oliver realize the situation was indeed odd. Since he hadn't done anything wrong, there should be nothing to fear. So why was he sweating so much?
"I guess you're right, haha. But it's a bit awkward for to be caught spying on... soone... especially if this person is my teacher." He answered, rubbing the back of his neck and laughing nervously.
"Sigh... This is all fucked up." Ms. Dawson shook her head, exhaling once again, and continued talking after a short pause, "I know what you saw and heard. And before anything else, I would like to state sothing pretty obvious, but needed to be said, nevertheless. I need you to keep this all to yourself. Am I clear?"
Oliver nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. "Yeah, of course, Ms. Dawson. I am not the kind of guy who likes to run his mouth. But can I ask... why are you doing this with Mr. Anderson in the first place? I an, a stunning woman like you can have any other guy at her fingertips. Don't you think so? And I also noticed sothing odd. So kind of agreent between you two..."
Emma hesitated to say anything at first, perhaps pondering whether it was wise to confide in him, though in the end, she caved in to her will.
Maybe it was the honest expression etched across the boy's features or how he genuinely wanted to understand why such a thing took place.
After all, Oliver seed to worry about her, and he even sounded serious about not running his mouth about the matter. So, she found it easy enough to trust him.
"Ahem... It's not exactly as simple as it may look," Ms. Dawson finally spoke up, crossing her long legs while looking out the window, watching the clouds drifting lazily through the bright afternoon sky, "It all happened by chance, to be honest. During one of the dinners at his house for all teachers... Sohow, after drinking too much, I ended up sleeping over, and late at night, the principal crept into the guest room where I was."
"Hold on, did he..." Oliver didn't dare finish his sentence, rembering who they were talking about, although the story had gone in an entirely different direction than he expected.
"No, nothing like that," she replied, waving a hand dismissively, "The asshole just stood over and started jerking off without care, enjoying himself. The bastard never thought that I wasn't in deep sleep anymore and watching the whole thing. Though, in my drunken haze, I went ahead and let things happen, which was stupid of , yes..."
Oliver looked surprised but also relieved at hearing her response. It ant things weren't as bad as he feared.
Then, wanting to understand it fully, he asked, "I don't get it. If nothing extre happened, why are you still doing all this for him?"
Emma chuckled and locked eyes with him again, seeming amused by such a question. As if it should have been obvious already what she ant.
"Simple, since we ca to an agreent. In exchange for giving him the occasional fun ti, he has been giving perks and favors that are a lot to pass up on. Just look at the office I have; it's way better than what other teachers get to have. And that is not all. He also helps out by offering more benefits, so I am willing to do certain... acts for him, and thus, the deal between us keeps on going smoothly."
"I see..." Oliver nodded. His thoughts racing in every direction at once as he tried to process everything his teacher revealed until that mont. "So basically, the old man gets the benefit of having sex with a beauty and, in return, gives her an easy life. Now that's not sothing I imagined happening, but, hmm, I guess it makes sense."
Emma smiled back, her eyes glinting mischievously, and leaned back comfortably. "It may sound odd for so, but you cannot deny how effective and simple it is. Not to ntion that the sex is not bad either, despite his old age. Quite the contrary, actually."
"Well, now that I understand better why you two are doing this, perhaps I should go back to class," Oliver said, taking the initiative to stand from his seat. "Of course, you don't have to worry about telling anyone else."
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