How To Graduate High School
Frank’s gaze swept the room in search of his prize. Jamie, the alluring little redhead who had caused this entire fiasco. She was late again, but he was determined to save her from humiliation. He had been a fierce advocate of hers from the start, and she was improving- her grades were better, and her attitude might be a bit more manageable. But it only took one bad day for her to slip back into her old ways. This time, he wanted to save the cutie; she was failing, and graduation finals were that day. He had to get her out of this mess.
Frank had been watching Jamie from afar for months, and the time had come to make a move. His heart raced as he slinked through the hallways of her high school, eyes peeled and full of predatory intent. He tried to contain his excitement as he saw her enter the restroom – his pulse quickening as his plan went into motion. He grabbed a ‘Wet Floor’ sign from the dark depths of a hall closet and wedged it in front of the door. Frank opened the restroom door with one last deep breath and stepped inside to face his destiny.
Frank’s eyes traced the outline of the restroom door as he listened to Jamie’s soft tinkling. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away. He spoke in a low, velvet-like purr. “Jamie, I have a way for you to get an A+. All you need to do is make me a promise…” His voice trailed off with hidden intentions, and he eagerly awaited her response.
Jamie let her fingertips softly run up her creamy thighs and over her hips until they reached the waistband of her white panties. She pulled the fabric up with slow movements, dragging them along her skin and savoring the feeling of being exposed. She felt a slight flutter in her belly as she imagined what Frank might be thinking of her now. By the time she had finished dressing, his hot gaze was lingering on her body.
“Oh my god, why are you in the girls–” Jamie started to say, but Frank cut her off mid-sentence. His deep voice seemed to caress her skin as he spoke. “Think about it. This could be your ticket to freedom; no more worries about passing or graduating. And consider this last test, an A+ as well.”
Jamie felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of escaping all of the problems waiting for her outside this room. She met Frank’s gaze, letting him know with her eyes that she was ready to take on his challenge.
Jamie’s gaze softened, curiosity tangible in the air. “What are you going on about?” She questioned, her voice like a gentle whirlpool that pulled him in deeper and deeper. “You’ll give me a passing grade?” She paused expectantly. “In exchange for what?”