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A Summer to Remember (curtainwith83 & D.E. 666)

Julius0803

Julius0803

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It was a warm, almost hot day in early June at Madison High School. Given that it was the last week of school, the students there were already tuned out enough, and the arrival of summer weather only served to decrease their focus on school even further. Mr. Duncan, one of three of the school's guidance counselors, had the not so fortunate task of dealing with his delegated group of students to meet with regarding their selected coures for the upcoming year.

Mr. Duncan was 38, and though he kept his job at Madison, his employment there was not really a necessity. He had done quite well for himself trading stocks and bonds, getting in on certain companies at the right time and dropping other assets at the right time as well. On this particular Wednesday afternoon, as the day wore on to a close and the sun beat through the blinds of his office window, he wondered why he even still bothered doing what he did. As he looked at his list of student appointments for the day, he was not only relieved to be at the last name, but somewhat excited. The name was one which he recognized...which he had heard in the halls, heard from teachers and associated with a cute young lady he had his eye on for some time.

As Mr. Duncan got up from his desk and opened his office door, his suspicions were confirmed and the girl he associated with the name on his list was indeed outside his office. He took a breath, knowing full well where he intended to take this appointment but trying to remain as serious and professional as possible. As he set eyes upon the young girl in one of the chairs outside his office, he purposely acted dumbfounded, showing little enthusiasm...

"Umm you must be..."

He stepped slightly to the side, inviting the young lady into his office, mustering up his confidence and his courage to go through with what he had in mind. At 38 years old, he was no slouch...he stood and 6ft, about 210lbs, short light brown and slightly wavy hair, pale blue eyes...in good shape for his age but not overly muscular...moreso lean with a runner's body...he was dressed somewhat casually today in khaki pants, brown Skecher shoes and a black polo with Madison High logo on it, and though he felt confident, this was also not an arrangement he had ever attempted to enter into before.
 
The excitement in the school was high and only getting higher. It was to the point that some of the teachers were on the verge of giving up because of how distracted the students were at the moment. Some of the only one's not really distracted were some of the 'sports' as some of the other teens called them. The 'sports' were the groups of teens that were on the athletic teams. However, at the moment a couple of them were just getting out of a meeting with their team. It was the volleyball team who had won their last game the weekend before.

Lana was one of the newer players on the team. She used to play softball, but she wanted a change so took on the new sport. The girl was 14 but her birthday was in a couple weeks. When she first tried out for the team, they had been a little skeptical because of her height. However, she certainly showed that though she was short, she had a lot of spirit and she was good at anything she put her mind to.

After getting out of her meeting, Lana looked at the time and jogged off to the counselors office for her next meeting. She got there early and sat down, placing her back pack at her feet while she relaxed and waited. Because she went straight there after meeting with her team, she decided not to change, so she was wearing a pair of blue shorts that were on the verge of breaking the dress code rule and she wore a white t-shirt while on her feet were simple white sneakers.

Hearing the office door open, the girl looked up and smiled at Mr. Duncan while standing up. "Hi. I'm Lana." she said. "Lana Bowers." She grabbed her bag and with a soft grunt lifted the obviously heavy bag and shouldered it before entering his office. The girl was a little taller then 5'4" and she weighed maybe 110 lbs. She had long blonde and auburn hair, though if it was auburn with blonde streaks or blonde with auburn streaks was hard to tell, but it looked cute on her. It was currently pulled up into a high pony tail. Her blue-green eyes glittered brightly and her pouty pink lips were drawn into a small smile. Like many of the girls on her team, Lana was in great shape. she was skinny and toned, but not muscular. She had all the right curves in all the right places, her ass being firm and her breasts, while not being too large, were a small c-cup and they were perky.

After introducing herself, she entered the office and moved over to one of the chairs to sit down, setting her bag down once again.
 
As Mr. Duncan listened to the young girl state her name, he couldn't help but smile just a little, but did his best to restrain his enthusiasm. He nodded, confirming her name, though he knew full well who she was. He directed her to one of the two chairs on the other side of his desk, staying behind her and marveling at what had just stepped foot into his office.

As he sat down, he grabbed her folder and pulled out her transcript. He pretended to look it over, though in actuality he was subtly stealing glances at her nubile, young figure. Any hesitation he may have had before Lana walked through the door was quickly being overpowered by sheer physical desire, as he had not anticipated the cute young thing to be in such skimpy clothes. He also took his time before speaking, slowly going through the pages, in an effort to purposely let the anxiety build up.

"Well Ms. Bowers...I've been reviewing your transcript here. Your grades aren't bad..." He intentionally paused, allowing the tension to rise more. "But, well...I don't think you're ready for a lot of the advanced courses that you're scheduled to take next year."

He let that point sink in before continuing. He knew she had been softball before, and now volleyball, so activities were certainly important. Already becoming quite calculating, Mr. Duncan appealed to that interest, among others.

"Now, I know you want to take those courses so you can be with your friends probably, and eventually go onto college, but it's gonna be an awful lot of work for you. Plus, I'd hate to see you do poorly and not be able to play volleyball."

This was all, of course, complete BS. Lana was not going to be valedictorian to be sure, but she was mostly a B student with some Cs sprinkled in, and an occasional A even. But, Mr. Duncan knew she would rely on him to guage the difficulty of these courses and her abilities, and she would trust his opinion as an administrator and authority figure.
 
Sitting patiently, Lana watched as the older man rounded his desk and sat down, brushing her loose bangs back behind one of her ears. She watched him pull out her transcript and begin looking over it, not noticing that he was actually watching her instead of reading the grades. It didn't take long before she was fidgeting in her seat, becoming a little anxious because of how long he was taking to speak up. She began gently biting on her bottom lip while gently playing with a ring on her right finger, twisting the simple silver band around and around.

When he finally spoke up, she glanced at the man again and swallowed. She knew that she wasn't a straight A student, but lately she'd been taking things more serious, having taken on several tutors and doing extra credit. Near the beginning of the year she had actually had quite a few F's from being sick and slacking off but around mid-year, when she had been told that her places on the sport teams were in jeapordy, she really buckled down and worked harder. When she began getting A's, B's and C's after that, to say her teachers were shocked would be putting it lightly.

As he told her that her grades weren't bad but that he didn't think that she was ready for the advanced classes, she felt her heart sink a little and she sighed. She had applied for just one class that her other friends were applying for, the others she scheduled because she had a genuine interest in and her other teachers told her that if she worked hard, she could possibly do them.

"Mr. Duncan.... I know I'm not an exemplary student, but I would really like to try my hand at these." she said softly. "After taking on a tutor like I was advised to by my math teacher, I found I really enjoy it and I'm really good at it." Her math class was one that she had started getting all A's in and two of her advanced classes were for mathematics. "I know that it will be hard, but I'm willing to work hard. What do you think I should do?"
 
Mr. Duncan didn't say anything at first, instead allowing Lana's mind to wander and search for an answer to her own question. He noticed her fidgeting and was quite pleased to see that his ever so simple choices in delivery had served to amp up the nerves in the girl. Though he could notice slight differences in her body language, he took comfort in knowing that, at her age, she lacked the mental capacity or maturity to even know she was doing these things, giving off these 'tells.'

"Well Lana..." He started, pretending to look over her paperwork some more and feigning an expression of pondering, as if he was mulling over some idea in his head. Truth be told, he still had some apprehensions about continuing with this plot. After all, it was not something he engaged in everyday. But, he reminded himself of his considerable resources and knew if he appealed to her immature interests, she'd at the very least be intrigued. He leaned slightly to his left, as if to peer over her shoulder and double check that the door had been closed tightly.

"...just so we're clear, I don't do this for just any student...so don't go telling all your friends. Now, what if you could take all these classes you want to take, and I can guarantee you an A...all you have to do is just show up everyday?"

The question was more or less rhetorical, but Mr. Duncan paused still, giving her a moment to fully digest that proposition.

"See, I don't know if you knew this, or cared Lana, but I'm a senior administrator here at Madison High, so I have access to the entire grading database. So, naturally, that means I could fix your grades to whatever you need."
 
Lana began wringing her hands a little more, her nerves beginning to get to her as she stared at him, her bright blue-green eyes studying him as he once again looked over her papers and she took a deep breath. This caused her t-shirt to strain against her chest a bit before she let out the deep breath slowly a moment later as he finally began speaking again. However, she looked a little confused when he leaned to the left and she turned to look over her shoulder then back at him quickly.

She was quiet as he asked about her taking all the classes she wanted and she'd have a guaranteed A, she paused while her eyes widened a bit. Part of her knew that what he was suggesting was cheating and big time against the rules. The young woman didn't really like taking the easy way out, preferring to earn what was given to her. "I-I don't know Mr. Duncan." she said slowly while shaking her head. "Wouldn't that be cheating?"

As she spoke, a nervous look formed on her face. "I... well, I don't really like the idea of not working for my grades." She swallowed softly and shifted in her seat. Even though she said that she didn't like the idea, there was still a look of interest in her eyes and part of her would love being able to get through school with ease. After all, what teen would truly hate the option to get good grades just by showing up everyday.
 
Mr. Duncan saw Lana wearing her nerves on her sleeve, so to speak. It was clear he was in command of the situation at this point. He hadn't expected her to just agree to this willy nilly...after all, it was sure to be out of the ordinary and she probably had her suspicions as to why this was being offered. He just nodded as she explained herself, keeping with the relaxed demeanor he maintained since he opened the door to his office.

"Well I admire that Ms. Bowers..." again he paused, leaving her to wonder what the inevitable 'but' was that would be on the other end of that break. He was quite certain if he simply kept mitigating her concerns and reminding her of the perks, she would be overwhelmed.

"I've seen your grades and stuff though, and you seem like a good kid...I just want to help you out. Plus, wouldn't you like to not worry about your grades and have fun with your friends, and focus on volleyball and your activities more? I'm the last person who verifies the grades before they go out, so you really have nothing to worry about."
 
Lana nodded slightly when he said he admired what he said and she began lightly biting her thumbnail while looking at him. She could almost hear the 'but' hanging in the air and she frowned slightly. Quickly lowering her hand, the girl placed her other one over it to keep herself from biting on her nail while she waited. The girl had never been in such a situation before, having always just been given the option to work harder or fail and either be held back and be kicked off the softball team. But now she was in high school and she knew that here if her grades were bad, she wouldn't be held back, she'd be made to repeat the class she failed while she continued onto the next grade or she'd be stuck in summer school.

As he asked if she'd like to be able t have fun with her friends and focus on her activities while not worrying about her grades, she bit her lip and ran her fingers through some of her pony tail. "Well.... that would be nice." she said slowly, still reluctant. The girl did hate worrying over if her grades were good enough for her to stay on her team and while she didn't have a large group of friends, she did like to hang out with them.

While she thought about it, the thought of why he was offering the option to her suddenly popped into her mind and she looked up into his eyes while tilting her head a little. It didn't make any sense to her that he would ask her, an average student, if she would like his help. Lana wanted to know what was in it for him. After all, she'd never heard of such deals coming no strings attached. As she thought, the look on her face passed between different ones. One of nervousness and being unsure, and curiosity as well as a little suspicion.

"Why?" she suddenly asked. "Why offer this to me? What's in it for you? Because surely this isn't just a free, no strings attached kinda thing. Those don't exist, so what's the catch?"
 
Mr. Duncan knew an initial reluctance would have to be overcome, as this was uncharted territory for the girl. He also saw that excitement hiding behind a look of suspicion. As an adult, he could anticipate all the emotions and thought processes that occurred in the mind of a young person such as Lana, and he knew she was unable to dissect the situation with the same level of insight. Because of that, he wasn't frustrated in the least bit by her reaction and just keep methodically laying things out for her.

"Well, Lana...I do genuinely want to help you..." He knew he couldn't put his true intentions on the table right here. That would have to wait until he could get her to his house, where he stood an ever greater chance of persuading her. "What I could use from you though...I could use someone for a summer job around the house."

He stated it matter of factly, not insinuating anything in the least. As he had done all along, he paused every so often, careful to not overwhelm the girl and allow her to absorb everything in bits and pieces.

"Now, it would be at my house, so if you're not comfortable with that, I understand," he continued, strategically giving her an 'out' in an attempt to thwart any concerns she may have before they even arose. "But, in exchange I could take care of your grades, and probably even give you a little spending money too I suppose."
 
Mr. Duncan's claim of wanting to genuinely help her caused the girl to let her guard down a bit more and she sighed while looking down at her hands folded in her lap while she slowly relaxed a little more. However, as he brought up what he could use from her, she looked up at him while thinking, 'I knew it' and she became a little tense until he said he could use someone for a summer job around the house. "A.... summer job?" she echoed, blinking a couple times.

His claim sounded innocent enough, so she didn't think there was anything shady about it. However, at the mention of a little spending money, her eyes lit up a bit and she could be seen thinking harder about his proposal, one of her hands going to a stray lock of hair and beginning to absently play with it, curling it around her finger a couple times.

"Well..." she paused before sighing. "I-I suppose I could. Though I would need to know where you live before I accept. I don't drive and my dad ran over my bike the other week, so I can only walk." It was easy to tell that she was being swayed into agreeing. Unlike many other student's her age, she didn't have her permit, her parents wanting her to wait till she was 16 before beginning to drive. So she had been stuck with her bike, though she wasn't too upset since that was what kept her in shape.
 
"Right, a job," Mr. Duncan confirmed. He smiled a little at Lana now, but it was merely a friendly expression, not at all creepy or indicative of what he had in mind. His outward gesturing was nothing more than that of someone pleased to have come to an agreement, and perhaps have found the help he was seeking for a summer job. Inside, however, he had a huge grin, as her explanation about the lack of a bike told him all he needed to know. She may not have quite said yes yet, but just as suspected, he had too many resources at his disposal for her to not succumb eventually.

"Don't worry...I don't live far from here at all," he continued, and wrote down his address on a post it note, sliding it over to the edge of the desk for her to take. "Here's my address...now, we're pretty busy around here with final grades for the rest of the week, so how bout you drop by on Monday...first day of summer break, around 10AM?"

Though he may have posed this as a question, it really wasn't. It was also more BS that he was busy the rest of the week, but Mr. Duncan didn't want to risk her coming over and, though he doubted she would say anything, he didn't want to risk her telling her friends at school the next day....nor did he want to alarm her by requesting she not mention this to anyone. For similar reasons he chose the morning hours when he knew the adults in the neighborhood would be off at work.

As he rose from his chair, Mr. Duncan had to smirk to himself a bit, very content at how he had covered all his bases and almost surprised at his manipulative abilities. Not waiting for her to agree to the date and time of her 'first day,' he made one final remark.

"Who knows, maybe you'll be able to buy a brand new bike real soon," and then simply opened the door to his office and stepped aside, smiling as he waited for her to exit and be on her way.
 
Slowly nodding, she watched him write his address down on a sticky note. Sliding forward in her seat, she reached out and took the note from the desk and she looked at it. Lana knew where his house was, having seen it a couple times when roaming town with some of her friends. In fact, one of her friends lived about two blocks away from him. It was a good friend of hers named Leon. Leon was one of the cheerleaders that she was friends with. She'd actually known him since kindergarten and they shared just about everything with each other. If she were asked, she'd say he was her best friend and she was often at his home, so she was used to walking to that area of town.

At the suggestion of dropping by on the first day of summer break around 10, she nodded slightly again. As he stood, so did she while stuffing the sticky note into her bag and she shouldered her bag before moving towards the door where she paused and looked at him as he mentioned her getting a new bike soon.

Without another word to him, she left the office and disappeared down the hall. She had a lot to think on and she was quite confused from everything. When asked by her friends how her meeting went, she merely shrugged. "Alright I guess." she murmured to them. The rest of her day passed rather event-less though she quickly forgot about her meeting with Mr. Duncan as her friends started talking about the upcoming volley ball and other sport events coming up.
 
As Lana left his office, Mr. Duncan kept his meeting with her on Monday in the back of his mind, though it was still a ways away and he did his best to focus on any remaining work at hand during the last week of the school year. As the week came to a close, he even went in on the weekend to pack some things up, just to make the time go by faster. Over the weekend he also did his due diligence with his finances, making sure an ample amount of cash had been transferred to his regular account and would be readily available. He knew that at her age, the girl would be easily wowed with a relatively small amount of money, but he really wanted to lure her in early.

When Monday rolled around, Mr. Duncan felt some of the same nerves come back that he initially felt in his office. He had to remind himself that he had all the resources at his disposal and it was he who had the upper hand here. Plus, the worst that could happen was the girl just left, but he felt far more comfortable pushing the envelope in his own surroundings, versus his office.

After a shower and light breakfast, he dressed casually in khaki cargo shorts, green pocket t-shirt and flip flops and saw the clock nearing 10AM. It was a little early, but hell, 'it's summer vacation now,' he thought, and opened a beer, awaiting Lana's arrival. For all he knew, she may have had a change of heart, but again, that left him no worse off.
 
The rest of the week passed for the girl in a blur and before she knew it school was out and she was able to 'let her hair down' so to speak. As the days passed, she never thought of his offer again, too wrapped up in the end of the year activities such as getting year books signed, games and generally socializing with her friends. Once she got home that last Friday of school, she tossed her bag down on the floor and sighed with a smile. "Finally." she murmured to herself.

It wasn't until late Sunday when she was cleaning out her bookbag that she came across the note stuffed in the depths of her bag. It was crumpled from taking out and putting in text books and notebooks. After finding it, she sat down on her bed with a sigh while running her fingers through her damp hair. For a while she just sat there staring at the address while thinking about it before finally making up her mind and deciding to just go one day to check it out then make a solid decision.

The next day she was up early, and having showered the night before, she began getting ready. Lana pulled on a clean pair of under clothes before pulling on a pair of faded denim highwaters with a simple white beater and some sneakers. Once she had pulled her hair up and grabbed her phone, the girl head out to Mr. Duncan's home.

It took her close to twenty minutes to walk there, feeling the hot early after noon sun beginning to beat down on her shoulders as she walked along the sidewalk towards his home. Upon arrival, she walked up to his door and sighed before reaching up and knocking. Once she did, the teen slipped her hands into her pockets and turned to look up at the clear blue sky while she waited for him to answer the door.
 
Mr. Duncan sat on his couch, a large black sectional sofa, and flipped aimlessly through the TV channels, settling on Sportscenter though not really paying attention. He sipped his can of beer, mostly just killing time as the clock neared 10AM. Finally he heard a knock and immediately jumped up before collecting himself...he was careful to not seem overly excited. He set his beer down on the end table and took his time walking to the door. As he opened it, he feigned a surprised reaction.

"Lana! Hi...come on in...go ahead and make yourself at home. I'll be just one second..."

Mr. Duncan stepped aside in the foyer as he motioned for her to step inside and head towards the living room, which was spacious with a high ceiling, an in addition to the large black sofa included a leather lounge chair and a glass coffee table in the middle, along with a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall.

"Would you like anything to drink?" He yelled as he continued on into the kitchen. While he had something for her in the kitchen, his intent was largely to take a few moments and give her ample time to examine the rather posh surroundings, and perhaps let her juvenile mind wander and imagine the possibilities.
 
Lana waited patiently on the porch, slowly rocking back and forth on her heels while waiting for someone to answer the door. She knew it was a little foolish to go to his house the way she did. The girl hadn't told anyone where she was going, didn't know who all would be here. However, a moment later she shook the thoughts out of her mind with a sigh before hearing footsteps inside the house.

Hearing the door open, she turned to face Mr. Duncan as he opened the door and she arched an eyebrow at his surprise. "Hi." she said gently before nodding and entering his home. After entering, the girl looked around a bit before he motioned her towards the living room. With a slight nod, she began to walk towards it until he asked if she would like something to drink. Shrugging slightly, she shook her head a little. "Some water would be nice. It's hot out today."

While he went into the kitchen, the teen slowly began looking around, her gaze swept over his posh living room and she gently bit her bottom lip with a sigh. She could tell that Mr. Duncan had a good chunk of money. After all, how many teachers lived like he did other then the superintendents of the schools?
 
The living room was separated from the kitchen by a short hallway, and Mr. Duncan took his time. He grabbed a bottle of dark rum off the top of the fridge and took one swig, squashing any remaining nerves he may have had. At this point, he had the girl in his home, and she didn't even fully know what she stood to gain. He held all the right cards, he told himself.

Before returning he pulled a bottle of water from the fridge for Lana, and grabbed an envelope with her name on it from the desk drawer in the corner. Inside was $500...he wasn't sure if he would give her this much every time, if there was an every time, that was...he hadn't really thought it out, but he figured it would be in his best interest to 'wow' her today. Plus, he was just sitting on his money as it was...why not blow some of it on this venture rather than travel some more?

He walked back into the living room, sitting down on the couch and putting the envelope and the water on the coffee table before sitting back and reaching for his beer, taking a drink before he continued.

"Here ya go...that's for you too...consider it an advance for your first week of work," he remarked nonchalantly, as if it were no big deal to throw around this kind of money.
 
While the man was in the kitchen, the girl looked around a bit. She highly doubted such a nice house and obviously expensive things were bought on a teachers salary, so she figured that he either had another job or... "Perhaps he invested in the stock market." she muttered while moving around the living room a bit. She heard his foot steps as he returned and she turned to face him, slipping her hands into her pocket before watching him set the bottle of water and an envelope on the coffee table.

Slowly, Lana moved over to the coffee table and at first she looked like she was going to pick up the envelope but she grabbed the water and she opened it, hearing the seal crack before she raised the cold bottle to her lips and drinking. Afterwards she carefully sat down on the couch as well, perching herself on the edge of the seat much like she did when she had been in his office.

Setting the bottle down, she finally picked up the envelope of money and paused when she felt the weight in it and she glanced at him, a little confused before she opened it and looked in. The girls eyes widened and she looked up quickly at him. "Mr. Duncan.... This is too much!" she said, clearly shocked at how much he'd given to her. She hadn't been expecting much money, maybe fifty dollars at most for a weeks work, so seeing five-hundred dollars inside came as more then a shock.

"Surely this isn't how much you're giving me for just a week?" she asked him.
 
Mr. Duncan just smiled at Lana as her eyes widened, seeing the amount of money had the precise desired effect on her. He didn't flinch a bit as she questioned the amount, and played it off as if there was just a few bucks in there.

"Sure it is...you deserve it. Plus, I don't like to brag or anything, but, ya know, I do pretty well for myself," he said, sort of motioning to the nice surroundings they found themselves in. He crossed one leg over his knee, just leaning back into the couch and sipping his beer. With each passing moment he became more confident that any hesitation or concern was no match for her youthful interests.

"There's plenty more where that came from too, ya know? If you do a good job this summer."
 
Lana just stared at him as he just smiled and played it off as if the amount in her hands wasn't really all that much. To a girl her age, the amount that he gave her seemed like a fortune considering what she got as an allowance each week from her parents. For a week of chores at home, she got twenty dollars. With what he gave her, she'd be able to buy more then one bike. In fact, if she wanted, she could go on a big shopping spree. After he insisted that she deserved it, she shook her head again.

At the mention of doing pretty well for himself, she nodded slightly. "I noticed." she murmured before looking down at the money in her hand. "Are... are you sure Mr. Duncan?" she asked gently. "I can't accept this unless you're absolutely sure you want to give me this." Lana would love to keep the money, after all, who wouldn't. But she wouldn't feel comfortable doing so unless he was absolutely, 100% sure that he was okay with the exchange.

She slowly sat back on the couch after putting the envelope down upon the table and she took another drink of her water before looking at him, a little nervous. "So.... what kinds of things will I be doing?" she asked softly, playing with the hem of her white beater.
 
"Trust me Lana, I'm sure...we didn't come to this point on a whim, remember?" He turned slightly towards her with a friendly smile.

"Now, let's see..." Mr. Duncan legitimately thought to himself this time. He could beat around the bush all day with the young girl, but she may not even pick up on what he was insinuating. Plus, he told himself, it would be better to just come out with the arrangement and let the chips fall where they may. The worst that could happen at this point is she would simply run out the door. Still, however, some nervousness remained, having not ever done this before and now finding himself at the point of no return. He took a breath and continued, for the most part masking any concerns he had of his own.

"For starters Lana, just go make sure you locked the door behind you on your way in, and shut the blinds. Then just stand here in front of me, ok?" He stated matter-of-factly, his arm motioning to the general vicinity of the living room just to the left of the coffee table.
 
Lana slowly relaxed once he insisted that he was sure and she brushed her slightly messy bangs from her face before nodding at his question on remembering that they hadn't come to that point upon a whim. "Of-of course." she said softly. Shifting in her seat a bit, Lana took another drink of her water while Mr. Duncan began thinking after she asked him what she was going to be doing. She waited patiently, though a tad nervously, as he thought to himself. Her fingers continued playing with the hem of her shirt while she occasionally drank her water.

When he finally spoke again, she gazed at him curiously and with a little confusion. After a moment she nodded. "Alright." she said before closing her water. Setting it back down on the coffee table next to the money, she stood and left the room, her footsteps quiet as she moved in the hall. A moment later the sound of the doors lock sliding into place could be heard, followed by the sound of her returning.

Walking past the couch to the windows, the girl closed the blinds just as he asked, the light in the room dimming significantly once she had. With a sigh, she moved to stand in front of him and she bit her lip while looking at him again. She hooked her thumbs in the belt loops of her jeans and she waited silently.
 
Mr. Duncan smiled as he got a good look at her leaving the room momentarily. The brightness of the late morning summer sun still came through the windows, though it was more faint now with the blinds turned. As she did as he asked, he took a deep breath and psyched himself up for this, reminding himself one last time of what were essentially a lack of consequences for him at this point. Even if she did dart out the door and tell someone, there was no proof. Shit, he thought to himself, even if somehow he did lose his job over this, he had plenty of money to live off and travel.

"Very nice...very nice Lana...you keep yourself in very good shape," he remarked. "Now...this job...if you don't want to do it, by all means, you can go ahead and leave, no questions asked."

He paused, taking a sip from his beer and setting it down before letting the other shoe drop. "This job can be fun though, and you can make a lot of money and not worry about your grades at all next year...but, just so we're clear here Lana, this is about sex...you're going to get naked this summer, and we're going to have sex, amongst lots of other fun things."

All of this was laid out rather methodically, just as any other job description would be, without any creepy body language or verbage. Just simple statements.
 
Lana thought that his comment on her keeping herself in very good shape was a little strange. After all, she was a young woman who played lots of sports and always walked or road her bike everywhere, so why wouldn't she be in shape? Her thoughts were forgotten when he began speaking of the job, telling her that she could go if she didn't want to do it and she tilted her head. When he paused, she could feel the suspense building and she swallowed softly.

But the moment he told her that the job was about sex, her eyes widened, shock showing on her face as he told her that she was going to get naked and they were going to have sex, among other things. This caused her to take a nervous step back as her thoughts began racing through her mind while she stared at him. "Sex?" she echoed.

While Lana was certainly not completely innocent, having fooled around with some of her ex's, she'd never gone all the way before. She couldn't believe that he wanted her to have sex with him. Not only that but for good grades and money. She'd heard of women who did things like that and everything she'd heard wasn't good. That was what shocked her the most. "You... you want me to be a-a..." she started before trailing off, unable to finish her sentence as her cheeks flamed a bright pink color. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed her eyes shut before forcing herself to answer. "You want me to be like a-a prostitute?"

After she forced herself to ask it, the girl opened her eyes again and looked at him again, almost begging with the look in her eyes for him to tell her that he wasn't really paying her for sex. That he didn't think of her like that.
 
RE: A Summer to Remember (ThisIsNotForYou & D.E. 666)

Mr. Duncan wasn't phased in the least by her questions. After all, while he wasn't sure what her response would be, he knew she wasn't going to waltz into such an agreement with enthusiasm and excitement. He stayed perfectly calm, deflecting her question and falling back on what he had been doing all along- reminding her of all she stood to gain. While he was basically asking her to be a prostitute, he tried to manipulate the situation, as well as her naive mind.

"No, no...look, Lana, no one ever has to know about this but you and me, ok? We can have lots of fun this summer, together. We'll be helping each other out...just think, you can buy a new bike, and clothes...enough to make all your friends jealous."

He kept appealing to her most immature of interests, knowing now that if the mention of sex hadn't sent her bolting out the door, she would cave sooner or later.
 
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