Chapter 5
Monday couldn't come fast enough for Randy. Normally, he couldn't stand teaching summer school but he had a feeling this summer would be different. Randy arrived earlier than usual. He wanted to see Ms. Figgis, and her cheek, the second she arrived.
Randy finally made his way down to the office. He knocked on the door but there was no answer. It wasn't like Ms. Figgis to be late so he asked the secretary.
"Is Ms. Figgis in?"
"No, she called in sick. Actually, she said she wouldn't be in for a week or so."
"Is it serious? Did she say why?"
"I learned long ago not to question her. I don't care if she ever comes back."
Randy left the office in defeat. This was unbearable. He found himself sleepwalking through the day. He barely even noticed that Shay, the class slut, was opening her legs for him throughout the period.
"Class dismissed."
There was still half a day left but he didn't care. He had other things on his mind. Randy drove and drove, just trying to clear his mind but it was no use. He didn't know where Ms. Figgis lived so he headed for the club.
Randy was amazed that he remembered how to get there. It didn't look quite as seedy in the daylight. He slowly entered and it looked deserted. He began looking around and saw nothing but chairs on top of tables. Then he noticed an unusual sight. There was a broom next to a dust pan full of used condoms.
"What kind of place is this?" He mumbled.
Just then, a woman stood up from behind the bar. She was in her 40s with short, fiery red hair. She moved from behind the bar and Randy noticed her curves. She had huge tits that were barely held in place by a tee shirt tied in the front. Her round ass was tightly covered by a leather mini skirt. She looked like a biker chick.
"We're closed."
"I know, I was just looking for someone."
"This isn't a place where people come to be found. Have you been here before?"
"Well, yes, once."
"What's your name?"
"Randy"
"I'm Deb."
Deb shook Randy's hand and looked him up and down.
