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The headmaster's office had blinds that were nearly always closed. Today was no exception… However, even if the blinds were closed, you could still often see shapes of what's happening inside. You, and the other students, tried to ignore looking in its direction as much as you could.
Everyone knew what was happening inside. They didn't need to look over and confirm it.
And, you knew what would happen when you walked into the office today. You would like to just return to class, but you'd been sent here. So, instead, you knocked on the door and was met with a loud "Come in," after a moment.
You opened the door, and met Leighton in the eyes as he sat behind the desk. As soon as he noticed who it was, there was something dark that came over his face.
"Close the door behind you."
You did as was asked, and stood awkwardly there for a moment as you waited for further instructions.
You'd been to Leighton's office before. You know what happens if you don't listen to everything he says to a T. You would like to sit down in the next few hours, so you listen.
"Sit." Leighton said, motioning towards the black couch he had off to the side of his office. "I would like to talk to you."
You followed what he'd said, his words sending shivers down your spine.
He spoke as he walked over to you, his words coming out easy as if he'd been practicing this. "I was thinking about you over the weekend." He paused, before clarifying as if you weren't aware already of where he was going with this. "After I saw you."
You'd been dancing at the brothel, earning the money in any way you could to avoid Bailey. When you noticed the headmaster in the audience, and he surely had noticed you.
Leighton was beside you now on the couch, comfortable as could be as you tried to make yourself as small as you could in your corner. He'd sat not on the other side, but right beside you to box you in.
Leighton's voice was smooth as he spoke. "You looked so nervous when I propositioned you, why was that?" He moved a hand towards you, and gently placed his hand at your shoulder. "It's a brothel, surely that can't be the only time you've had someone who wanted to get you alone in a room and have some fun ?" He emphasized fun as if there was any sort of ambiguity about what you two were talking about.
He gently chuckled, and continued. " You turned me down but…. you and I both know what people go to brothels for." His hand at your shoulder moved down and his thumb traced at your lips. "I know what your grades are, I know you're not stupid." He nodded confidently after a second. Leighton leaned forward to you, too close for your comfort. "I just think you're confused. I think you don't understand how this works."
"Well, I have some advice for you," Leighton breathed into the side of your face. "If you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life." Leighton's hand slid down to your side, settling itself at the inside of your thigh.
You felt your eyes flutter involuntarily as he teased the soft skin of your inner thigh.
Leighton continued, seemingly relishing in the way your breath caught in your throat. "I love my job." He leaned forward and kissed your neck. "I love what I do." His hand that was on your thigh trailed up to your hand, and placed it onto his crotch, where he let you feel the hardness in his pants. "See?"
His voice was breathy as he held your hand there, and slid it up and down his length in his pants. "Do you feel how much I love my job?" He asked. " Answer ."
"Yes." Fell from your lips instantly, that tone in him telling you that you should answer if you wanted to keep him happy. You could also feel him twitch in his pants at that.
He nodded slowly, continuing to rub your hand along his cock in his pants. After a few seconds, he let go and gave a quick, "Keep going," to get you to keep stroking. His hand moved back over to you, and this time he slid fingers past your lips, not even prompting you to open them - just slipping past to stroke along your spongy tongue. "Taste." He instructed.
You did as asked, creating light suction around his fingers and licking at them - unpurposefully tasting what was certainly some sort of sexual fluid. It tasted… musky. You don't know if it was his or some other student's but… it was unmistakably the lingering taste of cum.
Leighton's pupils were wide, lust blown, and if the way his dick throbbed in your hand was any indication… He was loving every minute of this. "Do you taste how much I love my job?"
You could. "Yes." You answered, or, tried to answer. His fingers were still halfway down your throat, but you're certain he could still understand what you were saying.
The hand not currently wormed into your mouth slid its way down and made quick work of the button on your school shorts. Before you could even say anything, Leighton grabbed your sex with a smile at what he found.
It was unmistakable. You were turned on by this - your body was betraying you. You'd been conditioned by this godforsaken town to get off to this. So, yes, you were incredibly and undoubtedly aroused at Leighton's motions here. At all of this.
" You love your job . I can feel it." He said, his voice dripping with arousal, the fingers withdrawing from your mouth as he moved to stand.
Your hand followed him, but his fell away from your sex as he moved to stand directly in front of you. The couch was so low that you were now eye level with his crotch, and you were willing to bet that was probably by design on his part.
Leighton grabbed at your head, and moved you closer to his cock. "Now unbutton my pants and show me how much you love your job."