Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
And at that news, the beautiful girl’s face falls.
“Oh I didn’t realize,” she mumbles, looking down. “I thought it would be fifteen dollars an hour, maybe twenty. My family can’t afford a hundred and fifty, not even if I chip in. We’re a working class family, and my parents are already stretching their budget to send me to Spencer. So I guess it’s not going to happen,” she concludes, embarrassed, looking down.
I’m silent for a moment before speaking again.
“Well,” I say smoothly, “I’d like to help. How about if I tutor you? Say some extra sessions after school until you take the test?”
The brunette’s eyes fly open, the caramel pools so warm and hopeful that I almost drown in the molten chocolate.
“Oh, would you?” she exclaims hopefully. But then she pauses, a little confused. “But why? I don’t get it; you won’t get anything out of tutoring me.”
I keep my expression impassive.
“That’s not true,” I correct gently. “It reflects well on me if a student of mine takes an advanced exam and passes with flying colors. It speaks to my effectiveness as an instructor, and maybe,” I shrug, “they’ll consider it when it comes to my reviews.”
I don’t add that I don’t plan on staying at the school much longer, so reviews are pretty much a moot point. The little girl doesn’t need to know that.
Evie bites her lip.
“I guess that makes sense,” she says slowly. “And if I do well, maybe Spencer Prep will funnel some resources into the biology department. They’ll see that students are really motivated and help you buy some new supplies, some new plants, that kind of stuff,” she continues, still biting her lip. Is she thinking of the kumquat tree I keep outside the classroom in a big pot? The delicious fruit, golden orange and ripe? I definitely hope so; we’ll be getting to that soon enough. But for now, Evie’s eyes are filled with hope.
“Would you, Mr. Phillips? If you tutor me, it would make all of the difference.” She explains, “I want to be a doctor, and this will help get my pre-med studies started. But,” and here her chin trembles, “my family can’t afford to pay you much,” she admits quietly. “Like I mentioned, we’re working class, and I’m actually only here because of a scholarship. We can’t afford someone as highly qualified as you are.”
I steeple my hands under my chin thoughtfully.
“Well, we can work something out,” I say smoothly, my face impassive as I lean back in the chair, casually handsome and in total control.
“Oh, would you consider doing it for free?” the brunette asks, her eyes going wide with delight. “That would be so kind, Mr. Phillips!”
I throw my head back and laugh.
“Oh no, little girl, this isn’t going to be free. Not exactly,” I correct her casually. “We need to work out something in terms of payment.”
And at that news, Evie looks at the floor again, her hands twisting into one another. The look on her face is crestfallen.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Phillips,” she says quietly. “My family doesn’t have much, and it’s tough to drum up more. Fifteen dollars would be the most we could afford, and I know that’s not enough for someone with your credentials.”
At that, a wolfish grin comes over my face.
“I’m not asking for anything from your family,” I rumble. “No, I figured the payment would come from you.”
The brunette looks confused as she raises her head up to meet my gaze with puzzled eyes.
“From me?” she asks quizzically. “I mean, I guess I could help you grade papers or do some filing. Or is there something else?” she questions, perplexed.
I shake my head.
“No, nothing like that. Grading papers would be a conflict of interest; you’d see other students’ grades. And I don’t have much filing to do,” I shrug. “But I do have something else in mind.”
“But what?” she asks, her brow creased. “I mean, I’m still in high school, so I don’t exactly have any marketable skills,” she says wryly.
And at those words, I pull the kumquat out of my pocket. The little globe is orange and juicy, shiny under the classroom lights. After Evie popped it out of her pussy, it had rolled down the darkened hallway to stop at my feet. I had surreptitiously picked it up and stowed it in my pocket until I got home, where I could smell the tang of her pussy juice and lick the little fruit while re-living what I’d just seen in my head.
I can tell the brunette recognizes the fruit by the way her eyes go wide and her breasts start heaving with agitation.
“Is this yours?” I ask casually, with a smile on my face, holding up the little fruit.
The brunette’s shocked gasp is answer enough, and my body goes on alert, hungry suddenly … for what Evie has to offer.