Thanks for continuing to read this series! I'm fairly new to writing in this genre so any suggestions and comments are welcome. If you all have any ideas or preferences on the future course of this story, its characters or certain things you would like for me to hit on, just let me know! I hope you enjoy...
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As Mandy watched Jeff drive off in Nina's Jeep, she knew something was a little rotten in the state of Denmark with this situation. Just seeing a teacher having coffee with a very hot student was a little odd to start with. But when she saw him coming out of the bathroom sporting a half-woodie and then the two of them taking off in her Jeep with him driving, well, it didn't take a rocket science to figure out what was going on. She was tempted to jump into her Corvette and tail them but she had another idea.
Once things slowed down, Mandy headed to the little office tucked next to the bathroom in the back hallway of the shop. In reality it was just a small closet-size room used more for storage than anything else but it did house the store's computer and router for WiFi service. Most important to Mandy, the computer recorded live video from several cameras strategically placed throughout the coffee shop. The owner had the system installed not so much for security as for liability purposes since she had been sued for some pretty frivolous reasons in the past.
Mandy knew roughly when Jeff and Nina had come in so it wasn't hard to go into the program and find where the first camera picked them up entering through the front doors. A second camera was strategically placed so that it had a view of most of the tables and booths in the place. That one barely captured them taking the corner booth by the hallway to the bathroom since it was almost out of the camera lens' field of view. Bu they conveniently sat on the side facing the camera and there was enough detail that Mandy could see them talking animatedly on the recording, about what she didn't know since there wasn't any sound.
She fast forwarded in time to the point where she saw herself enter the picture and talk to them for the first time. What a total bitch, Mandy thought, as she recounted her conversation with Nina. She knew she had found the smoking gun when the video showed Jeff lean in and start kissing Nina and her being quite receptive to his entreaty.
"Gotcha!" Mandy muttered, breaking out in a broad smile.
She fast-forwarded a bit more and saw more suspicious movements, arms and hands doing something beneath the table but the angle from the camera was too high to pick up anything that low. But it sure looked like she was jerking him off under the table. And then he suddenly disappeared out of the booth. The last camera positioned at the end of the back hallway, clearly showed Jeff turning the corner with a massive bulge in his pants and darting into the bathroom.
"Oh, this is rich," she said laughing. "This is just too much."
Then she saw the portion of the video where Mrs. Pearson had summoned her to her table where she was holding court with her gang of other wealthy pals. Gayle Pearson was well put together for a woman in her early 40's, she reeked of money and was not one to be trifled with under any circumstances. Her husband was a highly-compensated wealth fund manager but she had her own money, having descended from the gold mining family that had founded this city back in the 1800's.
Mrs. Pearson directed Mandy, in no uncertain terms, to "make sure the blonde stud sitting in the back-corner booth is part of your staff at the swim club this season." She even tilted her head in Jeff's direction to make sure Mandy got her point.
Then not mincing any words, she said, "His name is Jeff, he's on the swim team and the word on the street is that he is, um, quite impressive..." And then after a slight pause and a wink added, "...if you know what I mean." A couple of the other women nodded their heads in silent agreement.
Mandy knew Mrs. Pearson had ulterior motives for the order. She didn't need a club membership since her own expansive estate already had several pools. It was well known she liked her eye candy, male or female, it didn't matter...the younger the better as long as they were legal. She had very high standards and her unwritten rule was that the physically unattractive, the unrefined or the unkempt were not welcome at the club...not even to scrub the toilets. She was also known to insist this same standard apply to prospective candidates for membership there.
Most importantly, Mrs. Pearson held an annual charity fundraiser at her mansion. It was the most coveted invitation of the year for the city's monied elite and she relied on Mandy and her vast network (and discretion) to supply the young talent to work this and other charitable events she hosted. Mandy was not about to disappoint her now.
"Consider it done ma'am," Mandy replied with a smile, acknowledging her instruction.
Mandy went through the rest of the videos and was astonished at what had taken place right beneath her eyes. She was no shrinking violet but some of the things she saw even took her by surprise. Pretty gutsy to be doing that nasty stuff with all those people around, she thought to herself. And seeing it actually raised Nina's stature in her eyes...but only for a moment.
"You are so screwed Nina Shepherd," she said to no one with a slightly evil smile on her face.
Satisfied she had all she needed, Mandy copied the files and then quickly uploaded them to her Dropbox account in the cloud to save for all posterity and future use.
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It was Monday afternoon, classes had been dismissed for the day and Coach Jones decided it was time to pay Mizz Shepherd a visit to see how his star swimmer had fared re-taking his history test. After all, practice was starting in 30 minutes and he expected Hanson to be there. He marched down the hallway in his typical coaching uniform of a gray t-shirt and sweats with a whistle and faculty ID card on a lanyard hanging around his neck. The card identified him as "Alan Jones," although everyone in the school had always thought his given name was just "Coach."
Jones had been teaching and coaching swimming at Mountain Vista for more than 25 years making him the longest tenured of all the employees there, although none were officially tenured. This was his first and only job out of college and now approaching 50 years old, he was still reasonably fit, although he was developing a bit of a paunch around his mid-section. He worked out with the team on occasion but spent most of his time on the pool deck barking out orders and encouragement to his swimmers. At first blush, most thought he was a retired Marine drill sergeant on account of his raw, crotchety demeanor and the graying flattop haircut he sported.
He walked decisively down the empty hallways, rattling a big ring of keys in his meaty hand. Being a coach at the aquatic center also brought the additional duty of securing the school's perimeter doors since he was generally the last to leave on practice nights. But today he wasn't locking up. He just wanted to know where the hell his swimmer was.
It was otherwise quiet when he approached Nina Shepherd's classroom. As he went to turn the doorknob, it was locked and his hand stopped as he heard noises coming from inside.
He pressed his ear to the door and could make out a male voice saying, "Oh fuck yeah Miss Nina, that feels great. Suck that dick!"
Coach Jones went for the master key on his ring, inserted it into the lock and turned it, then he quietly and slowly opened the door and peeked inside. He was shocked to see Jeff Hanson sitting on the teacher's desk with his pants at his ankles and the fully clothed Mizz Shepherd on a chair between his legs furiously sucking his long, hard penis. Her hand pumped the slick shaft as her head bobbed up and down, valiantly trying to take his length into her mouth. Unnoticed by the two, he looked on disbelievingly for a few seconds as the teacher slurped on her pupil's knob.
Then standing fully in the door way with his hands on his hips, Coach Jones, bellowed loudly, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Nina, instantly startled, disengaged from his cock and dropped her hand as if she had just touched a hot stove.
Jeff froze, his bare ass still perched on her desk, his hard, shiny cock slick with her saliva bouncing in the air. He could only look on with eyes wide as saucers -- like a deer caught in the headlights. Neither of them said a word as there was really nothing for them to say.
Jones walked in the room closing the door behind him.
"Just what in the hell is going on in here?" he demanded as he approached the desk.
Nina started to say something unintelligible but the coach cut her off before she could formulate a sentence. He snarled, sticking an index finger in her face and said, "Don't say a word Shepherd!"
Looking towards Hanson, he caught a brief glimpse of his deflating, but still impressive tool. "Hanson! Pull yourself together and get your butt to the pool for practice...Now!"
Jeff hurriedly pulled his pants up, grabbed his backpack and darted out the door, slamming it in his wake.
Coach Jones found the corner of her desk, sat down and crossed his arms across his chest. Shaking his head, he chuckled, "I got to hand it to you Shepherd. I didn't think you had it in you."
Nina just sat there and looked at him, running the back of her hand against her mouth and cheeks to wipe off his precum and her drool.
"It's one thing to give an undeserving kid a passing grade on a test, but a blowjob? And in the classroom no less!" he guffawed. "I didn't think anything could surprise me anymore but this one takes the cake!"
Nina pressed her knees together, fully aware that having Jeff's beautiful dick in her mouth had generated the expected and desired response between her legs.
Exhaling heavily, she finally spoke, a hint of resignation in her shaky voice. "What's gonna happen to me now Coach Jones?"
Glaring at her, he found her behavior disgusting yet he felt a stirring in his own loins thanks to the scene he'd just walked into. Jones knew the kid was well endowed, but he had never seen it hard before. And the way Shepherd was inhaling it, that was impressive too, he thought to himself.
"Well, I'm pretty sure the school will take a pretty dim view of this incident," Jones said in matter-of-fact tone.
Nina's look was downcast. "Yeah, I think I'm pretty much done here now." Her comment actually surprised Coach Jones.
"Done here? Are you kidding me?" he asked incredulously. "That's the least of your worries honey." He used that word again but Nina didn't notice.
