5 comments/ 32798 views/ 4 favorites My Reference By: patientlee Author's Warning: This story contains a brief daydream of a woman performing oral sex on another woman, male masturbation, a brief daydream of female masturbation, a man performing oral sex on a woman, a woman performing oral sex on a man, a man and woman having missionary and "doggie-style" intercourse and a man reluctantly performing oral sex on another man. I offended people the first time I posted this by not alerting them to the twist at the end. For that, I am sincerely sorry. The variety of sex acts made it difficult to select a category for it. Literotica doesn't have a "little bit of everything" category. Gay male readers wouldn't want to sit through the beginning of the story. Obviously the gay element is a problem for some straight readers. Non-Consent readers would be disappointed by the short section of reluctance. I suppose that my difficulty in categorizing the story should have told me that really NO ONE would like it. This story started as a blog post to vent my frustration at a truly unfair situation, and it turned into "My Reference." This is my first attempt to write from the man's perspective. I don't have a penis myself, but I've slept next to one for 15 years so I'm hoping I got it at least mostly right. This one is set in Fantasyland, that magical place with no STI's, no unplanned pregnancies, and no guilt that isn't specifically mentioned in the story. I had fun writing it, so I hope you have fun reading it. (I'd appreciate some gentle feedback to let me know if I handled that penis thing correctly.) ~1~ Carrie stormed into the faculty room and slammed her binder on the lunch table where I sat, eating my lunch. It was Taco Tuesday, my favorite. She scared the crap out of me, which made me spill taco guts all over my tie. "That man has had it in for me since the minute he stepped into this building," she fumed. "What happened now?" I inquired. I didn't really care for Carrie's sake, but we were all trying to get a feel for what life was going to be like under the "Roberts Regime". "I am under direct orders to clear every training session with him before I even post it! How am I supposed to know which training I need to do if I cannot post it? I have been responsible for faculty technology training for two years now, and I have never needed administrator approval to schedule training. People sign up, I schedule the training. Simple as that," she ranted as she took the mail from her mailbox and grabbed her binder. "I don't understand why he cannot just trust me, like Sandy did." She slammed the door as she left the room, and I could hear the clacking of her high heels fading away. "What the hell was that?" the math substitute at the end of the table asked. "Hurricane Carrie," I explained. "She's a little intense. She's just pissed because she won't get all her 'special privileges' now that Sandy is the Curriculum Administrator instead of the building principal." "What did she do to earn those privileges?" the math sub asked with a raised eyebrow. "They graduated from here together in the '90's," I told him. "Sandy takes care of her friends." "Takes care of them, huh?" he asked wickedly. I finally got his meaning. "No, no. Nothing like that," I said. "Her friends, her former teachers, the people she hired- they get the best schedules, the air conditioned classrooms, and the cushiest duties. Things like that." "Oh," the math teacher said. He sounded disappointed. For the first time, I thought about the possibility that Carrie had slept with someone to get this Faculty Tech. Trainer gig. Thanks to Mr. Substitute Math Teacher, I suddenly had a very clear, very naughty vision of Sandy, on her back, completely naked, legs spread wide with Carrie's head between her thighs. Her tongue was lapping gently at Sandy's pussy. In my vision, which was so vivid that it practically had its own background music, Carrie was wearing nothing but a red thong and her high heels as she bent her head in for another taste. Sandy's hands were rubbing her tits, and she was moaning as Carrie's fingers spread her pussy lips again..." At that moment the bell rang, bursting my daydream like a soap bubble. "And not a moment too soon," I said to myself. My cock had just been starting to stir when I heard the bell, so I was grateful for the piercing sound. ~2~ "Can you believe Carrie quit that sweet tech trainer job? She had the life there for a while. Roberts must have torn her a new one after Sandy got involved," my buddy Sean said as I placed my empty beer bottle on the bar in front of me. Sean's chemistry class was across the hall from my biology classroom, but Mickey's Bar was a much more comfortable environment for discussing the morons we worked with. "I heard she told him he could go fuck himself." "No way. Ms. English Teacher wouldn't dare use a word with only four letters," I said. "What's a really long word for fuck?" "You'd know better than I would," he retorted. "I teach chemistry, for Christ's sake. I just wonder who they'll replace her with. This Roberts guy probably has a niece that needs a job or something." "I applied for it, but I know I won't get it," I said, shaking my head as I placed my empty beer bottle in front of me on the bar. "What won't you get?" asked Crystal, as she joined us at the bar. Crystal sometimes stopped by for a drink or two, but she was married with kids, so she never stayed long. She taught algebra and geometry, and her outspoken nature kept her from getting any slack from the administration. "The Faculty Tech Trainer job. Cruella De Carrie quit," I explained. "You would be so good at that job," she told me. "You do everything on those computers." "Yeah, but he doesn't kiss anybody's ass, so he won't be first on that list," Sean added. He signaled the bartender for another round. "It's just so frickin' frustrating," I said. "I work my ass off all the time, but because I didn't go to high school with Sandy, I get nothing. Who do you have to blow to catch a break in that place?" "Careful what you wish for," teased Crystal. "We don't know anything about Roberts yet." "Hell, I'd take it up the ass, if I thought it would get me the job," I said cynically as the bartender handed me my beer. She was young and cute, and she giggled a little when she heard what I said. I blushed and held my hands up in front of me as I said, "You know that was a joke, right?" She smiled and said, "Oh, sure. A joke," but when she returned with our change, she looked me in the eye with a playful look and slid something toward me. "Call me. Maybe I can help you get that job," she said in a low voice. She sauntered off to wait on another customer, leaving me with my chin on the floor and her number in my hand, wondering what the hell she meant. ~3~ When I got home, Mousse, my Chocolate Lab, was practically tearing down the door to get out. I walked her and thought about the bartender at Mickey's and her offer. I thought that she was offering to blow someone for me, but I really kind of hoped she was offering to blow me. Fortunately, Mousse knew the way home because I was completely lost inside my own head. I put Mousse's leash on the counter, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and headed for the shower. As the hot steam swirled around me, I convinced myself that she probably meant that she could get me a job at the bar or something. It didn't seem like a bad idea either, especially if it meant working with a hottie like that. My cock was already in my hand when I allowed myself to picture her. She had to be ten years younger than I was. She didn't even look old enough to be in a bar, which I found oddly appealing. I started to stroke myself as I remembered our brief encounter. I could see her working behind the bar. Beautiful hands pouring drinks, long legs barely hidden by her short shorts... I grabbed the bar of soap and washed quickly then returned my soapy, slippery hand to my erection. As I stroked the length of my cock back and forth, my imagination was undressing her. I saw her leaning over to pick something up and her shorts falling to the floor. I moaned and gripped my cock a little tighter when I saw that light blue slice of fabric resting between her buttocks. "Of course she wears a thong," I thought, forgetting that this was all happening in my mind. I was sure that she would be clean-shaven, and when she turned toward me and removed her panties, I saw that only a thin swath remained. I took my fingers and spread some of the pre-cum that was pooled at the tip of my cock around my shaft and started stroking a little faster. I was starting to move my hips back and forth in time with my fist. I gazed at the swell of her breasts under her shirt and wondered if her nipples were pierced. She removed her tight, Hollister top, revealing the sweet, little bra that matched the panties that she had already dropped to the floor. In my daydream she looked down at my erection and licked her lips. I returned the look to her sex to find that her pussy lips were swollen and damp. I wanted to reach out and stick my fingers between those lips. Again I tightened my grip, imagining how tight her pussy would be. Finally, her bra fell to the floor, revealing the most beautiful pair of tits that my imagination could conjure. They would fit perfectly within my hands. I was pumping my cock with my hand, hard and fast, and I could feel my orgasm approaching. My hips could hardly keep up with the pace of my jacking hand. My mind returned to those beautiful, luscious tits, to imagine her nipples. Mmmm... Just as I expected. Light pink areolae, long nipples and a glint of gold. Each nipple wore a small gold ring. My tongue flicked out of my mouth to tease a nipple, to play with the pink, pierced nub. Suddenly, my cock felt like it was exploding. My whole body flexed, and I stroked hard. The cum began spurting from the tip of my cock, just as my lips closed around her nipple in my mind. My orgasm lasted much longer than it usually does when I'm by myself. I'm also sure I yelled louder than I normally do. This orgasm was by far the best that I'd ever achieved without an actual woman there to help me. I finished my shower, brushed my teeth, and went to bed without even finishing my beer. I knew it was crazy, but I also knew that I would call her in the morning. ~4~ I sat on the couch with a cup of coffee, a stack of lab papers to grade, and my cell phone on the coffee table in front of me. I wasn't usually nervous about calling a girl, but I just didn't know what her intention was, and I certainly didn't know what I planned to do about it. I tried correcting some papers to calm my racing thoughts, but after reading the hypothesis on the first paper four times, I knew I was wasting my time. I looked down at the slip of paper in my hand. Chelsea Bauer. I picked up my phone and dialed. "Hello?" she answered in a perky voice, which immediately reminded me of her perky tits. My cock was already twitching, so I took a deep breath and jumped right in. "Hi, Chelsea. It's Steve, from the bar last night?" I said uncertainly. "Are you the one with the new Porsche or the one who wants a new job," she teased. I wasn't prepared for teasing so I started to stammer, "Uh, you gave me your number..." She only let me flounder for a second before she said, "I'm kidding you! How are you?" "Good. Confused, I guess," I fumbled. "I'm just going to bite the bullet and ask. What did you say to me last night?" "Oh, about the job? I just meant that you could use me as a reference. I can be very persuasive," she replied. "For the job at school, right?" I clarified. "Of course," she laughed. "Did you think I was gonna get you a job at Mickey's?" "Well," I said sheepishly. "The thought had crossed my mind." I could hear the smile in her voice as she said, "Well, I can't recommend you for a job if I don't know you. I suppose we should get together so I can make sure you are the right candidate for the job. What's the job again?" "Faculty Tech. Trainer," I replied. "Can we have dinner tonight?" "No good. I bartend, remember?" she said. "The boss frowns on taking Saturday nights off. How about tomorrow around noon? We can meet for brunch at the Battlefield Inn." "Sounds great. Should I bring my resumé?" I teased. "Meet you at noon," she said. "Can't wait," I said sincerely. I hung up the phone and returned to my lab reports. I still had trouble focusing, but I forced myself to get them done. ~5~ Over brunch we chatted and got to know each other. I learned that she had a degree in Special Ed, but was taking some time to decide if that's really what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. I told her about my bachelor's life, Mousse, my job teaching freshmen and sophomores, and how I was looking to move on from teaching biology all day long. "Is this why you want the tech job so badly?" she asked. "Yeah. I got my master's in Educational Technology, and I feel like I'm wasting my degree. I'm just ready for the next step." I paused and took a sip of my coffee. " In my career and my life, I guess. I'm starting to feel old." She slapped me gently on the arm, and said, "You're not old!" "Ok, but I'm not getting any younger, and I'm not making any progress," I said. "Take this job, for example. I'm not going to get it because I refuse to kiss anyone's ass. It pisses me off that certain people are given opportunities because of who they are instead of what they can do." I drained my coffee, trying to cool my temper. This was a hot topic for me, and it didn't take much for me to lose my composure. "I work in an environment where half of the employees were hired because they were related to someone on the school board. The other half gets special treatment and opportunities because they went to high school with the boss. And the woman who just quit this job, I swear she was hired because she wears high heels and has big tits!" I stopped and looked at her, shaking my head. "I'm sorry. That was out of line." She smiled, and put her hand on my thigh, "Let's get out of here. I want to meet your dog." ~6~ When I opened the door to my apartment, Mousse barreled out onto the porch and knocked Chelsea into a chair. "Christ, Mousse! You're heavier than she is! Down, girl!" I pulled Mousse back and clipped her leash to her collar. "She needs a walk." Chelsea rubbed her ears with both hands and baby-talked, "That's a good girl." She grabbed the leash and the pooper-scooper from the floor, and started down the stairs. "I got this," she yelled over her shoulder to me. "Just take her down to the corner and back," I returned, "but I hate to make you scoop poop on the first date!" They were half-way down the block already, so I took the opportunity to tidy up quickly. I'm not a slob, but I didn't want her first impression to be clutter. I put my coffee cup in the dishwasher, dumped the rest of last night's beer, and made my bed in a hurry. I sat on the porch, and waited for the girls to return. ~7~ Chelsea and Mousse made themselves comfy on the couch while I got some bottles of water from the fridge. "Sorry this is all I have to offer," I said. "It's water or beer. We just finished breakfast, so I thought we'd be better off with water." "This is great. Thanks," she replied. I sat in the recliner opposite the couch and watched her love up my dog. I saw her delicate hands running across Mousse's back, and I felt like I was sucked back into Friday night's daydream. I could almost feel her hands on me now, running over my back, my head, my ass... "Steve. Steve. Are you ok?" I jolted back to reality to find Chelsea approaching me. I jumped out of the chair, realizing too late that my little reverie had made me hard enough to see my erection outlined through my jeans. I saw her eyes travel down my body and come to rest on the bulge in my pants. My cheeks felt hot, and I was trying to stammer an apology. Chelsea stopped me with one hand on my lips and one hand on my fly. "Shh," she whispered. "I was coming over to wake him up, but I guess he's all ready to come out and play." I didn't have a chance to say anything before she knelt down in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans. I closed my eyes and heard my zipper going down slowly.I took a deep breath as she pulled my jeans and boxers down to my knees, and I felt a little relieved when my cock sprang out in front of me. "Ooh," she cooed as she took my cock in her hand. "Someone's happy to see me." "It's been a while since he's seen anyone but me," I admitted. She started stroking me, and I moaned. I touched her hair gently as she touched the tip of my penis with her soft tongue. I shivered a little. It really had been a long time. I leaned into her a bit, and she responded by opening her mouth and allowing my cock to slide along her tongue toward the back of her mouth. She closed her lips around my cock and started moving her head back and forth, taking the length of my cock deep into her warm, wet mouth. I could feel her tongue moving along the underside of my penis. She pulled her mouth off and licked from the root of my shaft to the head. I felt her tongue licking the pre-cum out of my slit and swirling around the head of my cock. I laced my fingers through her hair and groaned, knowing that I wouldn't be able to hold on for long. "Oh, suck my cock. Suck it hard," I moaned. "That's it, baby. Suck my hard cock." She took my balls in her hand and started sucking. "Oh, God, that feels good. Do you like that cock in your mouth, baby?" "Mmmm, hmmmm," was her response. That pushed me right to the brink. "I'm gonna cum. Oh, you're making me cum. Here it comes. I'm cumming. Unghhh. Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Ooohhh." She sucked me right through my orgasm. I had expected that she would take my cock out of her mouth as I came, allowing my cum to spray her face, but that was probably because my only recent sex "partners" had been the porn stars in my stash. Before I could gather my wits to offer directions to the bathroom sink to spit it out, she stood up and kissed me. Her tongue ran through my mouth, and I could taste my cum. "A swallower, huh?" I teased. "Why do you think I sucked your cock? Just to make you happy?" she said sarcastically. "Where do you sleep?" "Tired already? You work for ten minutes, and you need a nap?" I asked her. "Um, no. You're going to eat my pussy until I cum on your face, then you're going to fuck me," she replied. "Take your pants off. You look silly like that." I took all of my clothes off and left them on the chair. I took her hand and led her to my bed, suddenly grateful that I thought to make it for a change. I lay back on my pillow with my fingers laced behind my head. I was nude and my cock was already hardening again. Chelsea was still completely clothed. I said, "You are way over-dressed for this party." She didn't say a word. She unbuttoned her shirt slowly and stared into my eyes. She opened the front, and let the fabric slide down her arms onto the floor. Her bra was white, not blue like in my vision, and the anticipation of seeing her tits was almost too much for me to handle. I put my hand on my cock and stroked it lazily. I was so fixated on her tits, I didn't notice her skirt coming off until I heard it flop to the ground. I made some sort of soft sound as I exhaled, betraying just how aroused I was. She smiled as she reached behind her back to release her bra. I stroked harder, not knowing how else to contain myself. As her bra came down, she cupped her breasts, teasing me. I was surprised to see that her nipples were not pierced as I had imagined. They were, however, completely erect, long and delicious-looking. My Reference I started to sit up to go to her. She just shook her head slowly and hooked her thumbs in her silky, white panties. She started moving her hips, dancing seductively for me. She moved her hands from her breasts, slowly down her body, coming to rest between her thighs. She turned slowly, revealing the sweetest ass cheeks I had ever seen with just a hint of fabric between them. I groaned again. She bent slightly, looking over her shoulder at me. She started to pull her thong down over her ass then turned to face me again to give me one, last look before she was also completely nude. Her panties hit the floor silently. My eyes dropped to take in her sex. It was indeed shaven, with a small patch of hair, similar to what I had pictured. She parted her legs just enough to reveal the metallic flash of her pierced hood. "Oh, baby. That is so fuckin' sexy," I moaned. "Come here." I pulled her gently by the wrists onto my bed. I laid her back, and sat over her to take in her naked body. I put my hands on her thighs and spread her legs. "So fuckin' sexy," I said again. Her hands lazily played with her nipples, which drove me wild. I love it when a girl can play with herself in front of me. For a second, I imagined how hot it would be to watch her masturbate. As I pictured her fingers rubbing her clit, I reached for her tits and gave them a gentle squeeze. We smiled at each other as I teased her nipples with my fingers, then bent down to take them into my mouth, one at a time. It was Chelsea's turn to shudder, and she moved her hands slowly down her flat stomach to her pussy. I kissed her on the mouth before moving myself down between her legs. Her fingers spread her pussy lips wide, again revealing that sweet, little piece of jewelry. "Lick my cunt, Steve," she commanded. I complied right away, putting my face right down to her pussy. I took a deep breath, smelling her musky scent. It made my mouth water, and I dipped my tongue right between her lips. The ring with the tiny bead felt so erotic on my tongue, I took a minute to play with it. "Is this your first?" she asked. "No, I always go down on girls I'm fucking." "I mean your first pierced pussy," she clarified. "Yes. As a matter of fact, it is," I said right before closing my lips over her clit and its ring. I sucked her clit gently until she sighed and put her hands on my head. With my tongue warmed up, I started licking her pussy, trying out different directions and speeds, gauging her reaction. When she grabbed my hair and guided her hips to just the right spot, I began licking harder, up and down. "Ooh. Now you've got it. Eat my pussy. Drink it like a kitten drinks his milk." She was dripping with saliva and her own juices, so I took two fingers and slipped them inside. "Oh, God," she yelled. "Yeah, baby. Get those fingers in there. Finger-fuck me until I cum in your mouth." Her toes were curling and her head was thrashing back and forth, so I suspected that her orgasm was close. I found her spongy g-spot and swirled my fingers there while I continued lapping at her clit. That was all it took. She pulled my hair hard, ground her pussy against my face, and yelled, "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. There it is. I'm cumming. Oh, baby. Fuck me." As she came down from her orgasm, I kissed her pussy, gently sucking her lips into my mouth, one at a time. She took a deep breath and said, "Get on top of me. I love being fucked right after I cum." I mounted her missionary style and felt her warm, wet cunt envelop my cock. I rubbed her tits with one hand, supporting myself with the other. I could feel her moving her hips in short, jerky movements. When she started grunting in time with her movements, I figured that something was rubbing her in the right place, and let her set the pace. Within minutes her head was starting to thrash again, and I knew she was about to cum. This one was a little quieter, but sounded satisfying none-the-less. "Mmmmm. I love your cock. Oh, yeah. Keep it right there," she moaned. She relaxed, and I kissed her, letting her tongue explore my mouth. She said, "Ok, I'm good. It's your turn. What turns you on?" I chuckled, and said, "Umm, everything we've done today, including climbing the stairs and paying the bill at the restaurant." "You know what I mean. How do you like it? Standing up? In the recliner? What's your pleasure?" Instead of answering, I put my hands out to help her up then eased her onto her knees, facing away from me. I put my hands on her tits, and gently pulled her back against my chest. I took a moment to slowly caress her, then eased forward onto her hands and knees. "How's this," I murmured. She just moaned softly as I entered her again. I put my hands on her ass, and started pumping my cock in and out of her pussy. I took a deep breath and focused all my energy into fucking her. I reached under her and grabbed her tits, which made her moan again. I felt my balls tighten, and I knew I was getting close. Part of me wanted to hold on, knowing that this glorious day was almost over, but the other part of me, the one that was buried in Chelsea's pussy, took over as a spasm shot through my groin. As I felt myself letting go, I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and rubbed it up and down between her ass cheeks. My cock started to spurt all over her ass and her lower back, and I yelled something that even I couldn't understand. As I relaxed, I pulled her against me, feeling the stickiness of my cum between us. As we lay there, spooning, I kissed her neck gently and started to drift off. When I woke up, it was getting dark out, and she was gone. ~8~ I called her on my lunch break, trying to get some privacy in the crowded faculty lounge. She agreed to meet me at school at the end of the day in time for my interview. She said that she'd just wait in the lobby, and the principal could call her cell phone, if necessary. "That way I'll be close by if you need me in person, if you know what I mean." I could practically see her winking through the phone. "Sounds good. See you at three, and Chelsea, thank you," I said sincerely. ~9~ "Good luck," Crystal called from down the hall as I was leaving my classroom. Sean was running out, on his way to the gym, so he just called over his shoulder, "Good luck, buddy. Knock his socks off." I walked briskly down the hall toward the office, and I heard them snickering in Carrie's classroom. "Can you believe that Steve Fisher thinks he's going to get the job?" Sandy said, laughing. "I know. I think he applied before I even quit," agreed Carrie the Cunt. "Let him be Roberts' lap dog. What the hell do I care?" My blood was boiling, but I just kept walking. The last thing I needed was a confrontation on the way to a job interview. Chelsea was waiting in the lobby for me. I greeted her with a handshake and thanked her again. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "If a blowjob is what it takes, it's worth it." I nodded, and the secretary let me know that Mr. Roberts was waiting for me. I knocked gently, and he motioned for me to come in. "Close the door behind you, Mr. Fisher." I sat in the chair across the desk from him, ready to be interviewed. Mr. Roberts did most of the talking. He had reviewed my records- always a good employee, satisfactory ratings since I was hired, a master's in Ed. Tech. He didn't mention if there were other candidates, but I didn't see anyone else in the hallway, so I suspected that was the case. "The position is yours. You just have one decision to make," he announced as he closed the blinds on the office windows. "Would you prefer to take my cock in your mouth or in your ass? Either one, and the deal is sealed." I felt like the floor had dropped out from under me, and I was pretty sure I shit my pants a little. "Excuse me?" I stammered. IMPORTANT: If you do not wish to read about gay oral sex, stop reading NOW. "You heard me, Mr. Fisher," he said, as he stood in front of me, unbuckling his belt and leaning against his massive desk. "Decide now, and let's get this over with. You'll want to have enough time to start moving your things to your new classroom. Will you be dropping your pants or getting on your knees?" I couldn't even speak. I sank to my knees in front of Mr. Roberts as he lowered his pants, hearing Chelsea's advice in my head. I took his cock in my mouth, gagging practically from the get-go. It was barely even firm, never mind hard, and I wondered how long this could possibly take. I tried to mimic what Chelsea had done to my own cock the day before, but I couldn't take it nearly as far into my mouth as she did. He put his hand on the top of my head, and pushed my head gently back and forth, forcing me to fuck him with my mouth. He moaned, very quietly, and I felt his cock grow in my mouth. I tasted his pre-cum, but my mind told me that it was his piss that I was tasting. I gagged again, and he pumped his hips toward my face. "C'mon, you little pussy. Take it like a man," he grunted. I tried to move my tongue around, like Chelsea had, but I couldn't breathe. "Use your hand, if you have to," he commanded. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and stroked while I continued sucking him. Using my hand allowed me to establish a more even rhythm, and his hips followed as he fucked my face. He started clenching and unclenching his fist in my hair and grunting in time with his thrusts. I felt his cock swelling, and I suspected that I was almost finished with this chore. I tried to encourage a quick orgasm by swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, and I felt his flesh there thickening. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair harder than he had before, ripping some of it out of my head, shoved his cock all the way to my throat, and held it there. He was grunting, in a low, guttural tone, that I was sure Chelsea and the secretary could hear despite his effort to be quiet, and I thought, "Here it comes." As the first spurts hit the back of my mouth, I sputtered then started to choke a little. He did not release his grip on my hair, so there was no way I could even catch a breath. I'm sure it only lasted a few seconds, but from my perspective, it went on forever. I gagged again when I recognized the taste of his semen in my throat. "This is the worst moment of my life," I thought. I felt dirty and violated, and I couldn't wait to gargle with Listerine and take a shower. He finally relaxed and released his grip on my hair. I looked around for a coffee mug or something so I could spit out the sour load in my mouth. He looked down at me, placed his fingers over my lips, and said, "Swallow it." With no other choice, I swallowed as he buttoned his pants. "Comb your hair before you leave my office. You look like hell," he ordered. I did, and he held his hand out to shake mine."You'll start next week. Congratulations," he said. I could barely manage a meek thank you. He opened his office door, put his hand on my back, and let me out to the lobby. Chelsea jumped up when she saw us with a big smile on her face. I was panicking a little as she approached us, figuring that she'd smell the cum on my breath, but she went right past me to Mr. Roberts. "Hi, Daddy!" she chirped. "Did he get the job?" "He starts next week. Thanks for the excellent reference," he replied. I felt like I might faint, but she hugged me and said, "Congratulations!" With my face twisted with confusion and disgust, I said, "Roberts? I thought you said your last name was Bauer." She slapped me lightly on the arm and said, "That's my married name, silly. See you at Mickey's later?" I looked up just in time to see Sandy and Carrie walking by, looking at me and snickering. I smiled and said, "Probably not. I'm starting a new job on Monday. I have to pack my things." And with that, I walked out of the office, wondering to myself if there was air conditioning in my new classroom.