Dear readers: I plan on putting my next selection of stories into another ebook which I will be selling for 99c on Smashwords. Because of this, each story will be available for one day ONLY in full. After that you'll have to buy the book to read it. My first book will always be free.

_____________________________  In these tales I write about the more unusual or fun jobs I get booked for. A lot of the time it’s just a case of: turn up at house, have sex, clean up, go home.  Which is all very well, and it pays the bills, but it doesn’t make very interesting reading.

This one, though, I think you’ll like. I got a phone call from Mr Robinson, the Maths teacher we met earlier. Apparently he had been telling a select few colleagues about me and he wanted me to come back, dressed in school uniform again. This time, my instructions were to come down to the gym at 4pm, after school, and start to take a shower in the girls’ changing rooms.

I put my hair in a pony-tail – I didn’t want it to get wet – and dressed in my school uniform again, making sure my lingerie was white and lacy; sexy, yet virginal at the same time. I found a bag that was utilitarian enough to pass as a school bag, and packed it with some shower gel and a bath puff and towel. When I was at school taking showers after PE, I remembered the girls skipped in and out as quickly as possible – there was very little actual cleansing going on. It was all about making enough wet footprints on the tiled floor to convince the fearsome PE teacher that we had actually had a shower. But I got the impression that would not be what was required of me today.

Fred dropped me off outside the school gates again.

“Bye Dad!” I called over my shoulder as I climbed out of the car. He raised his eyebrows and gave me a Look as I slammed the door.

“Be good,” he said through the open window.

“They don’t pay me to be good,” I said with a wink.

“Be careful then.”

“Always.”

The school was deserted as I made my way down to the Sports Hall. I took my time, staring into those classrooms I had once had lessons in; echoes of pranks pulled and detentions skipped floating through my mind. I heard the tip-tapping of heels approaching and I ducked my head down, walking purposefully down the corridor.

A sharp-faced teacher came round the corner, a pile of books in her arms.

“What are you doing still here?” she snapped. I didn’t recognise her; she must be new since I left.

“Um, I’ve been having a violin lesson – I just came to get my PE kit from my locker,” I improvised, remembering my friend Josie who used to have violin lessons after school, and hoping desperately the teacher wasn't a new music teacher.

“Where’s your violin?”

“It’s in the car – my dad came to pick me up, but I just remembered that I’d left my kit.”

“Well, hurry up then! You shouldn’t still be here.”

“Yes, Miss.”

She clicked off down the corridor. I let out my breath with a whoosh. Too close! I quickly covered the rest of the way to the Sports Hall, pausing with my hand on the changing room door handle. I didn’t know what I would find – I suddenly had a mad vision of the entire male staff sitting on the benches watching me shower, and lining up, knobs out, to fuck me one by one.

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If you enjoyed the beginning, this story and others is available to purchase for only 99c in Book Two of my sizzling steamy sexcapades here:

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/83238

Book One is available as a FREE download here: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/68665