This choice: Monica, your uptight friend that you have to beg for a favor from. • Go Back...Chapter #5Monica, your uptight friend that you have to be... by: Unknown Thinking quickly, you decide that Monica is the best person to call. She lives close by and you could still make it to work on time. The phone rings, and you feel a rising panic as you realise she might not answer. Eventually, you hear her voice and breathe a sigh of relief. Monica, on the other hand, is not happy.
"Please," you beg, "I'll make it up to you. I need to get to work!"
Minutes later, Monica's Mercedes pulls up by the sidewalk and you get in. You exchange pleasantries with Monica, but the look on her face indicates that she'd rather be doing something else than driving her tardy friend to work. The short-haired brunette gazes at you as you buckle up. You glance over to see that she is wearing a low-cut t-shirt that reveals her ample cleavage; an image that nearly overwhelms your already stimulated mind. Monica also notices the jiggle of your chest as you get comfortable as well as the way the seatbelt presses between your braless breasts. As she begins the drive to the school, you explain what happened, to her amusement. You notice her frequent glances at the rear-view mirror, looking at you.
"That's a nice jacket," she mused. "Hey, listen, how about you do me a favour in return for me driving you to work?"
"Anything!" you reply.
"I'm seeing an important client today, and that jacket looks like it'll get their attention. Do you mind if I borrow it?"
Her requests surprises you. You would've expected Monica to demand something more outrageous, like buying her a new set of lingerie or being her slave. You take off the jacket, eager to please Monica before she changes her mind. As you do so, you realise that you'll be drawing a lot more attention too. Your tight blouse is doing a poor job of disguising your braless state and the air-con is making your nipples hard. Realising that you don't really have a choice in the matter, you surrender your jacket and say nothing as Monica drops you off at the school.
Luckily you have arrived earlier than had you taken the bus, giving you some time to regather your composure and organise yourself for your first lesson. You do a few meet-and-greets with your colleagues, who are mostly the same age as you. Some of the male teachers are quietly observant as they eagerly shake hands with you. The morning bell goes and you whisk yourself away to your first class.
It is the senior class, consisting of both girls and boys. They are well behaved and respectful as you introduce yourself and go through the lesson. You even manage to cover your embarrassment by holding a textbook over your chest as you walk around assisting the students. Some of the boys avert their eyes as you lean over their desks to help them with their work. As the lesson continues, you find this to be rather entertaining and somewhat arousing.
As you go to help another student, you suddenly feel someone grabbing your breast. You let out a gasp and look at the perpetrator. It turns out to be...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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