Pounded By The Professor

“More than a few. Amateur porn I’d mumbled about it, ever so indirectly, to my boss, Irene, the only person in the place who seemed to have a shred of business sense. “It’s your fault, for getting me worked up,” laughed Cammy. Now that I thought about it, my credit cards were in the same black hole. “So, what are you going to wear?” I asked from where I’d collapsed beside her on the bed. is still a little young, isn’t he?” I giggled at my joke, but Cammy just looked depressed. “No, I’m a slut,” I corrected him, unable to restrain a smile. “But why here?” I asked, refusing to let myself be distracted. I couldn’t feel bad, even after both of us failed to locate a top that passed muster. “Are you okay in there? — and I was delighted to demonstrate the extent of my knowledge. Damn.”
Her dark locks were dirty, and unfortunately looked more like bad bedroom hair than good bedroom hair. “I guess you’re right,” she admitted. “Do I look like somebody who wants to get raped or arrested?”
I suppressed a quelling look. Cammy reached out and brushed my cheek gently.