Summertime Loving

Chapter 55

Travis stood just outside Mrs. Smith's office door, listening carefully, confirming the unmistakable sounds from within. His smirk widened.

' This bitch is really getting off at school,' he thought, the situation more amusing by the second.

[10 Minutes Ago]

Mrs. Louis Smith sat at her desk, poring over Ms. Bissette’s report. Even though it had been approved, she was scanning for faults, any excuse to push Bissette out of the school. Yet, her focus wavered, her mind wandering to the memory of Travis from the day before. The way he had acted, his boldness, sparked something in her. Slowly, a wicked smile crept across her face.

' So untamed... I can’t wait to break him,'  she mused, her face flushing a deep red as the thoughts consumed her.

She slid her chair back, the soft scrape of the legs against the floor barely registering as her mind became clouded with lust. With a quick tug, she hiked her skirt up, revealing her bare thighs. Her breathing quickened as she slipped a hand between her legs, her fingers immediately finding her slick, aching core. She began to work them furiously, her body responding with jolts of pleasure as her fingers plunged deeper, circling and stroking her sensitive spots.

A quiet moan escaped her lips, her head tilting back as her other hand gripped the edge of the desk. The rhythmic sounds of her fingers moving within her filled the small room, and in her state of ecstasy, she completely forgot the door behind her was still ajar. Lost in the heat of the moment, her movements became more frantic, her body trembling on the verge of release.

For the next ten minutes, Mrs. Smith continued pleasuring herself, completely lost in the moment. But then, the door creaked open, and she froze, terror filling her eyes as she realized her fatal mistake—she hadn’t locked the door.

Her heart dropped when she saw who had entered.

Travis stood there, his expression shifting from calm curiosity to utter surprise as he took in the scene before him.

“Oh... sorry for interrupting. I just came to get my keyboard,” he said casually, walking over to retrieve it. He shot a glance back at her, his eyes briefly lingering on her panicked state as she scrambled to cover herself.

“Umm... okay. Just, please knock next time,” she stammered, trying to maintain some composure, though rage and embarrassment swirled inside her.

She realized, though, that anger wouldn’t serve her now. Not with him. Travis gave a nod and walked out, leaving her to her shame. The weight of the situation bore down on Louis, the realization sinking in that this boy could destroy her career if he chose to.

Each step he took away from her made her chest tighten in dread. She had to do something, now.

' I need to fix this quickly, ' she thought frantically.

Hastily adjusting her clothes, she rushed out of her office, just in time to see Travis turn the corner toward the stairway. Panic surged through her, and she quickened her pace.

“Travis, wait!” she shouted, her voice trembling with desperation as she followed him down the stairs.

He turned to face her, confused, but inside, Travis was grinning wickedly.

' I wonder what she’s going to propose,'  he thought, enjoying every moment.

“Umm, could you please follow me back to my office? I need to speak to you about something,” Mrs. Smith said, trying to keep her voice steady, a nervous smile plastered on her face.

“Oh, is it about what just happened?” Travis asked casually, and her heart nearly stopped at his nonchalant response. The sheer embarrassment made her legs weak.

“Please, just follow me. It’s very important,” she insisted, her voice wavering slightly.

He nodded, and they walked in silence back to her office. Once inside, she quickly locked the door and gestured for him to sit in the chair in front of her desk. She sat behind it, but the tension in the air was suffocating. She stood up again almost immediately, opening the window for some fresh air, trying to calm her racing thoughts.

“Okay, umm... what just happened, Travis... it was just a mistake. I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t say anything to anyone about it,” she said, her words rushed, clearly desperate.

Travis frowned, his expression turning from casual to disappointed, and he looked her directly in the eyes.

“That’s it? I thought maybe you’d beg me or something. Boring!” He scoffed, standing up as if to leave.

Panic surged through Mrs. Smith. As he turned to go, she quickly reached out, grabbing his wrist in a frantic grip.

“Alright, I’ll give you anything you want,” she blurted out, her voice trembling with reluctance.

“Just please, don’t tell anyone.” Her words were a mix of desperation and fear, her pride crumbling as she begged him to keep her secret.

Travis leaned back, his smile widening as he settled into his seat. “Good. Now, what do I want?” He paused for effect, his eyes glinting with a playful menace.

“I’d love it if someone sucked me off right now, honestly.”

Mrs. Smith’s face contorted into a frown, her initial resistance rising to the surface. “I didn’t mean anyth—” She stopped mid-sentence when she saw the cold glare Travis shot her way, silencing her instantly.

She bit her lip, weighing her options. She knew she didn’t want to do this. But then, her career, her reputation—everything—was on the line. The humiliation of this moment paled in comparison to losing it all. With a bitter sigh, she resigned herself to the situation.

‘This is why I’d rather castrate men,’ she thought bitterly. ‘They’re all fucking animals.’

“Okay. Let’s sign a contract first,” she said, trying to regain a sliver of control, pulling out an empty NDA from her drawer.

Travis raised a brow, impressed by her strategy. “That’s smart of you. Makes me wonder what other contracts you’ve signed with students.” His words were laced with dark amusement.

“Shut up. Just sign here,” she snapped, scribbling out the terms. She slid the document over to him, her hand trembling slightly.

Travis skimmed it, though the details didn’t matter to him. He had no intention of sticking to the agreement anyway. With a flourish, he signed it and handed it back to her, watching as she carefully folded it and locked it away in her drawer.

“Now, let’s get this over with,” she said, her voice dripping with distaste. “Once you’re done, we’re through with this deal.”

Travis leaned back, pushing his chair out to give her space. “Yep, and make sure it’s sloppy. I’m not trying to get chafing from those dry lips of yours.”

Her face flushed with anger, but she swallowed it down, her pride shattered.

‘I’ll get you one day,’ she vowed silently, as she knelt down, hating every second of what she was about to do.

TO BE CONTINUED

[A / N : Cliffhanger ]