"Damn that bitch!" coach Ronald Wilson said slamming his note book down on his desk as Head coach Tom Butler slammed the door behind him leaving his berated assistant alone, the harsh words from his boss still ringing in his ears,
"If you make another pass at her or harass her in any, I'll be looking for a new linebacker coach!"
Where could he go at fifty years old, being fired for sexual harassment would be the end of his coaching career, never mind that he had only asked the new young, tight assed, English teacher to have a few drinks with him one after noon. And after she blessed him out for being "out of line" he had dismissed the thought of getting into her pants.
Coach Ron, as he was know by the staff and students at Johnson High, was now steaming mad, he had been passed over for the head coaching job when his old boss of five years retired "for some fresh young thinking". When the new man in charge demoted him from defensive coordinator to line backer coach his wife of 20 years walked out. Now this young up start was his boss and he had just chewed him out. He finished writing the apology note, he was ordered to write, and left the school heading for the golf course to let off a little steam banging the little white ball around.
While driving down River View road, he noticed a baby blue sedan in front of him. He knew that car. It belonged to that prim little bitch that set him up, Mrs. Susanne Dawson. "What the hell is she doing out here?" he thought. "Auh, fuck her!" he said under his breath, thinking she had caused him enough trouble for one day, then she turned off the road into a drive that lead to a rental cabin on the river. "What is going on here?" he thought so he pulled his car off the road into a hidden spot just beyond the drive, got out of his car and eased down the path to the cabin he saw the young teacher getting out of her car and walking to the door. When she stepped up on the porch the door opened and out stepped Tommy Tanner, the star running back, in nothing but his blue jeans.
Hiding in the bushes Ron could see and hear everything. "What took you so long?" the big black boy asked as he took the young married blond in his arms "Iz been here fo an hour."
"I had to take care of something." She said stepping into his arms. They kissed deeply the disappeared into the cabin. Ron's mind began to race, this could be the change he needed to get even with the hot little piece of ass. No wonder she turned him down, why settle for an old man a little beg around the middle when she could have a young big dicked black man.
He gathered his thought and hurried back to his car, opened the trunk and got out his digital camera, the went back to the cabin to wait. About one and a half hours the door reopened and the couple walked out on the porch, Susanne's hair was messed up and she was straightening her dress, she turned and kissed her young black lover again as Ron snapped the pictures. Then they walked hand in hand to her car, where he kissed her again, placing his big black hands on her ass and pulling her to him.
"Same time d'morrow?" he asked as she got into her car.
"No not tomorrow, Sweetie. My husband has some important people coming over, so I'll have to be home early." She said before she closed the, door. "Next Monday, he is going to the state capital, I'll meet you here then" she said then she back the car up and slowly headed for the road. Ron hurried back to his car and pulled out just in time to see her taillight heading back to town.
Ron went home and downloaded the pictures to his computer, then began printing them. As each sheet rolled out of the printer he was thinking of the people he would send them to and then his smile got bigger he an idea came to him. Why send them to anyone, he wanted to get into this hot stuck up bitches pants, why not use the pictures, and maybe get more and be sure to get everything he wanted from her. He knew the cabin was leased to the school for head coach use to use and he also knew that the coach let some members of the use it.
The assistant coach got on the phone and called his friend Mat Miller, his friend who owned the electronics store, in a neighboring town. He explained to him about the kids coming into his house while he was at school and messing it up, and how he would like some security cameras that could be hid around the house to catch the intruders in the something that would transmit to his laptop. Mat told him he had just the system for him and he would have it ready for him as soon as he could get the store. Ron told his friend that he would be over Saturday morning to pick it up along with instruction on how to install it.
He got the extra key, from coach Butler's desk after the ball game, that they lost 21 to 7, and left before anybody noticed he was gone. The next morning he picked up the system, after his friend installed the receiver and software to the laptop he show him how it worked Ron headed to the cabin. He parked in his hidden place and walked to the cabin after he was sure no body was around her let he self in. I took two hours to get all the cameras in place and to hid the central transmitter under the sink and wire it in, the power source was the wire coming in to the trash deposal switch.
He then went back to his car and got out his lap top, after it came up he picked the spy cam icon the program started and he picked on start cams, and the screen was filled images from the number one camera, he clicked on the next camera then the next until he had tested each one every room in the house was covered even the bathroom.
The next Monday after practice Ron followed Tommy out the cabin, he hid his car got his computer and waited of the white slut to show up. When he saw her car turn up the drive he switched on the cameras. The computer was filled with the image of the young black man opening the door for the young teacher to walk in. He took her in his arms grabbing one of the firm globs of her ass in his big hand and pulling her to him.