Valerie squirmed in her seat slightly, still not sure how to take what was happening. The Salty Crab, while not the most enticing name for a restaurant, was a rustic establishment with low lighting and the expected ocean decor: nets, anchors, crab traps. Battered wood seemed to make up the tables, and the booths needed some major reupholstering, but were comfortable, much to her surprise. Instrumental music played through the speakers as servers weaved their way among the tables, taking orders, dropping off food, or picking up empty plates. Cheerful diners packed the place, and to her, it felt as if every eye gawked at her. Who was she to think she deserved a proper date? After all, she had tried that with Scott, and that didn’t turn out too well. All right, Scott wasn’t exactly a date. They just so happened to be at the same place at the same time and enjoyed some fun in the backseat of his car afterward, but it was at least slightly normal compared to the way the rest of her life had

Damien didn’t pull out of the parking lot until she had her tits out and her dress pulled up to her waist, leaving her cunt exposed for him. He still forbade the wearing of panties at any time. He grinned over at her, and she felt the blush warm her cheeks as she worried someone would see her. “You’re going to get us arrested,” she told him as she glanced around at the parking lot, praying no one was watching her. He chuckled as he shifted the car into reverse and backed out of the parking space. “They haven’t arrested you yet. And even if people see you, so what? It’s only a cop you have to worry about.” He shifted the car into drive and headed out of the bar’s parking lot. “Now, lean back and start playing with yourself.” She sucked in a breath as she reached for the lever to lean her seat back, keeping her legs spread. This was more the Damien she knew, and it made her sex throb as she reached for her exposed breast, cupping it and massaging as she toyed with her nipple. She coul

After everything Damien confessed to her last night and the deeper direction he wanted to take them, Valerie decided to avoid her office that morning, and therefore, Dean. Instead, she went straight to her classroom, setting her briefcase on the desk and pulling out her class notes. Afterward, she busied herself with straightening the room and cleaning the chalkboard. She had to admit, it made for a peaceful morning. At least, it did until she heard Dean’s smug tone. “Now, now. Are you trying to give me a complex? I thought we had an understanding about my morning expectations.” She turned, determined not to permit him to annoy her first thing in the morning, and hoping to put some distance between the two of them. After all, they were in her classroom. A public room. Not her office with a closed door. “I needed to get some things accomplished this morning. Damien kept me up last night talking about our future.” Dean pressed his lips into a thin line and walked over to her desk. “So

Valerie arrived at the college early so she could stop by Holbert’s office and apologize for missing their book date on Monday night. She wore a knee-length skirt and a button-down top with the first couple of buttons open, exposing her creamy globes. With any luck, it would be enough for him to get a sneak peek and forgive her, and she wouldn’t need to do anything else to appease the old man. As much as Damien, Nick, and Ivy thought this would be a feather in her cap she could use later for something she needed, it still gave her the shivers just thinking about it. Holbert Warren was a perverted old man, and not in the way Damien was. No. If the rumors were true, the president of the college was a creepy geezer who hung out in adult bookstores, looking for desperate women who would allow him to paw at them. Another shudder rippled through her. And here I am, hoping to get in to see him and show him my tits. She sighed as she entered his receptionist’s office. With her sweetest smile

As soon as she assumed the coast was clear, Valerie made her way to the president’s office for her punishment. The receptionist area was empty, Katie Kallus having gone home it seemed, and inwardly, Valerie prayed Holbert had decided against waiting for her and left as well. She wasn’t that lucky. “Come in.” She took a deep breath, fortifying herself against whatever was about to happen to her. Turning the knob, she entered Holbert’s office. “Ah, good, good. You remembered our appointment this time.” He stood, rubbing his hands together as he raked her with his lecherous gaze. Just the way he looked at her made her feel as if she needed a shower. “Yes, sir. As I said this morning, I truly am sorry for what happened Monday. I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you.” He moved around to the front of his desk and sat on the corner. “That’s good to hear.” He crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes as if deep in thought, but she knew it was all an act. “Now, the question