Mr. Harris (29 yrs.) is the high school physical education teacher. He stands at 6-feet with bushy-black hair. His mustache is thick, but trimmed. It's after school hours and he's in the weight room who jumps off of the treadmill wearing a jogging-suit. The top is drenched in body sweat as he runs toward the door. He turns off the lights and lock's the doors.
He runs down the steps and turns left in front of the locked gym doors. He then turns right and pushes open the swinging doors and then the inside swinging doors.
Tiffany (20 yrs.) is a brunette (32-24-32) with two curly pig-tails. She's a teacher-aid in the English department who looks like a school girl. She walks past those locked gym doors and pulls out a key. She steps up to another door which isn't used anymore. She made a copy of the original key and that door opens up.
She steps inside and pulls out her iPhone. The flashlight shines over empty lockers. Her feet step up to a swinging door and she pushes it open. There are more rows of lockers. She walks further and hears a shower running. She turns off the flashlight.
Her head peaks right and sees a light from the shower area. She steps past more lockers and ducks behind an opened one. She looks over.
Mr. Harris stands naked in a hot shower who faces away from the water. His eyes are closed and the mouth is dropped open. Shampoo is lathered all over the crotch area. His left-hand grips the base of his thick 10-inch cock. The right-hand strokes shampoo over his cock-tip. It feels so good.
She pulls up her iPhone and turns on the video. She presses the zoom button.
Two days later. Mr. Harris sits at his office desk watching his iPhone. The video shows him in the shower. He "stops" it and writes down the phone number from the "text" message. He calls the number on his desk phone.
TIFFANY: It's Tiffany.
MR. HARRIS: I looked at the video. It's Mr. Harris.
TIFFANY: Hello, Mr. Harris.
MR. HARRIS: Tell me, you didn't put this on the Internet.
TIFFANY: No, I didn't.
MR HARRIS: What do you want Tiffany?
TIFFANY: One night.
MR HARRIS: Not if you're a student.
TIFFANY: I'm 20 and a teacher aid at your school.
MR HARRIS: I'm trying to get back with my ex-wife.
TIFFANY: It's just one night.
MR. HARRIS: You'll destroy that video, if I do?
TIFFANY: Sure.
MR HARRIS: Let me think about it.... I'll call you.
The next day. Mr. Harris steps up to the classroom window and looks inside. Tiffany sits on a chair next to the teacher's desk. He glances at the short skirt, tight blouse and those pigtails.
He whispers, "I bet she wants to squeal."
Friday night in the parking lot of the movie theaters. A truck is parked in the corner. Mr. Harris sits in the driver seat and Tiffany leans over from the passenger side. His pants and boxer shorts are pulled down to the ankles. His right foot presses down on the brake pedal.
Both of her hands stroke his big-long-shaft. Her lips are clamped around his cock-tip. The tongue licks hard. Both of his hands grip the steering wheel.
He grunts, "Fuck... You're Good.!!"
Both of her hands have a death grip around his steel-pole.
