Lori took a breath of relief in the ladies room as she slowly stripped and put her day clothes in a bag. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror.
Wasn't it just Christmas when someone in the family gave her an anonymous gift. She opened just enough to see it was a realistic black penis dildo! Then she covered it up. Over time she had looked at it several times but it remained in the back of her underwear drawer. That image hit her mind right now as she stood in a daze.
She put on her crop top and she quickly recognized her mistake not remembering to pack the sports bra. Maybe she won't do all the routines. But she had to make it to practice. Her leggings fit her smoothly just like they are supposed to. If she stood straight, maybe nobody would notice any boob.
Lori stepped out sheepishly. Tyronne looked at her closely. "You need to be escorted past the school scum to dance practice each time teach." He took the liberty to adjust her leggings some, they seemed crooked and she let him do it. "I don't really think you need to go through all that trouble Mr. Lott." She responded. She thought an escort was absurd. It was enough they went with her from her last class to her office. Tyronne stepped away then and did not attend practice either. Lori was glad he listened, but as she walked to her Chevy van to go home in the dark, she was wishing someone was there. Maybe he was right. She felt a shiver. He was right.
Lori and Cal grabbed a late dinner together. He actually cooked a nice Italian pasta dish since he was not working. They talked for some time about his job hunting. Seems a degree in sociology was not in high demand in Vernon Hill. And commuting into NYC would be a big logistics effort if he did that. "You should be persistent and try every close lead to see what might work." she wrapped up.
After Cal did the dishes and cleaned up, they watched some NETFLIX and then to bed. Cal approached Lori for sex in his usual way. ""Are you ok with me touching you tonight baby?" he requested. She would mumble something. He would kiss her breasts gently and without putting any weight on her, swing over her to fuck mish. He would get certainly hard and wouldn't talk while he fucked her. He would regularly last 1 minute and 45 seconds. She would count the time and he was pretty reliable. "Thank you honey," he would wrap up and she would respond, "I love you Cal." Then she would scoot to the bathroom to clean up. It wasn't always so sterile. Sometimes she would touch her clitoris ahead of him entering and she got closer to an orgasm. She kept thinking it would get better over time. After he learned more and she learned more it would get better, right?
It was leggings day. Her black fan club watched her closely. On one level she knew this was so wrong, but it seemed an innocent evil that was acceptable. After all, their grades were ok and they seemed to watch the line. And there was a cheap thrill like going to the carnival and taking a ride. She did drop a paper on the floor and bend over... she did sit on her chair to the side of the desk and cross her legs and uncross them. From time to time she let her imagination suggest new teases. Some were acceptable to her, and some were not.
Today Tyronne walked her to the office. He noticed Lori on her cell but he could not make out what she was doing. She was intent. So, instead of watching her ass and legs, he was watching her eyes. She opened the office door and took a seat still watching the screen. Her emotions welled up and she cried and then was embarassed for it. Tyronne had to figure this out, "But why you crying?" He had a moment of listening and didn't need his plans upset now. Lori explained how Cal had been trying to get a job and was not able to find anything. She listed his qualifications and such.
"My uncle can fix your man up." Tyronne suggested. Knowing his uncle was so horny for white girls, this would be ironic. While Tyronne and his uncle and his posse plotted her fall, they would get her man a job. Lori was relieved. "Do you mean that, or are you just bragging again?" She asked, blue eyes wide. He got on his cell and called his uncle. "You in luck teach." he smiled. My uncle will be at the basketball game Friday. Your dance team is performing. He can interview your boy after its done. He runs a social support company with contracts for the county. They counsel people on getting food stamps or whatever and shit."