After giving basic instructions to my students, I spend the next hour sauntering about the room, peering over their shoulders to offer them constructive criticism and encouragement as needed. I remember to always keep a safe distance just in case one of these sassy, old broads tries to get handsy.
At 5:28, the door across the hall swings open and a group of lethargic 14-year-olds trudge out of Sammie’s tutoring session.
I address my class. “Ladies — that’s all the time we have for today. See you back here, same time on Thursday. Thanks for coming out.”
Before they can even answer, I’ve dashed out into the hallway, trying to get to Sammie before she leaves. She’s standing just inside of the doorway of her classroom speaking with one of the kids. The young girl thanks Sammie for helping with her assignment before informing her that she got a B+ on her last test. Sammie seems genuinely happy for the girl, giving her additional words of encouragement. The student takes Sammie completely off-guard when she throws her arms around Sammie’s middle and gives her a tight squeeze. She laughs, surprised, as she gives the girl a quick pat on the back.
She’s still smiling as the student says an enthusiastic goodbye and walks away. I clear my throat, approaching her and her smile instantly vanishes from her face.
“Keeland?” Her eyes are wide and her cheeks go red immediately. Suddenly looking self-conscious, she runs her fingers through her messy, shoulder-length chestnut hair.
“Hey Sammie.” A grin inches across my face. “Your students really love you, huh?” I tip my head in the direction of the girl who just wandered off.
She ignores my question and straightens the collar of her kelly green sweater instead. “What are you doing here?” she asks gruffly. She’s still not over Friday night. I can see it on her face.
“Teaching an art class to the seniors,” I say pointing over my shoulder to the open door behind me.
Her eyes narrow. “You’re teaching an art class to the seniors?”
I nod, feeling pretty proud of myself. Women love guys who volunteer and shit.
“Since when?” she asks in a challenging tone.
“Since today.”
She rolls her eyes and walks back into her classroom, bending over to pick up her purse from the bottom drawer of her desk. The hem of her flirty, white dress inches up ever so slightly.
My cock jerks at the thought of getting a peek at her plump, round ass.
When she straightens up and turns back to me, I have to catch my bearings…and discreetly adjust my erection.
Fuck — I want her.
“Anything I can help you with?” she asks pointedly.
One side of my mouth inches up. “You can give me a ride home.”
She furrows her eyebrows. “How’d you get here?”
“I walked.”
“Then maybe you should walk back.” Her tone is flat and dry.
“Well, I figured I wouldn’t need to walk back since my next door neighbor would be here tonight.” I take a step toward her.
She takes a step back. “So you admit it? You’re here because of me? To continue taunting me?” I can’t stop watching the way her red lips pout. I can’t stop imagining them around my cock.
“Me? Taunt you?” I say innocently. “I’m just here to volunteer my time and my talent to the fine seniors of Reyfield.”
She grunts. “Whatever.” She slips her bag onto her shoulder and slinks past me, out the door.
That little prank I pulled in front of the window is starting to backfire on me, because since I stripped bare for her, Sammie is the only woman I’ve imagined being naked with.
“So, how about that ride home?” I ask.
She glances over her shoulder at me. She bites her lip and I can tell she’s looking for an excuse. “I’ve got to go to the grocery store before I head home. That’ll take a while.”
“Ah — that’s perfect. I need to go to the gro—”
“Y’know what?” she interrupts me, walking over and sliding her arm around Delores’ shoulders just as she and Nancy come ambling out of my classroom. “These lovely ladies would be delighted to drive you home, Keeland.”
I open my mouth to protest but the old wench grins and lands a heavy, open palm on my ass. She grabs me by the elbow, dragging me toward the exit. “It would be my pleasure to take you home.” She gives Sammie a wink before turning back to me. “Come on, cowboy!”
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Dirty Cameos & Easter Eggs
I can’t help myself when it comes to ‘Easter eggs’ and they’re scattered all throughout Mister Baller.
You may have noticed a few familiar faces (and objects!) from my older books making an appearance in Mister Baller. If you’re new to my universe, here’s a little guide to help you figure out who’s who.
The Dirty Suburbs Series is a sexy rom-com series set in Reyfield which is a neighboring town to Crescent Harbor.
Faith Monroe-Masters - Dirty Player
Lily Monroe-Wilkinson - Dirty Farmer
Grace Monroe-Trotten - Dirty Forever
Paul Price - Dirty Player
Aunt Delores from the nursing home - Dirty Neighbor and most of the other books in the Dirty Suburbs Series. Plus, Play Boy from the Blue Collar Bachelors.
The Volkswagen Quantum barely holding its shit together under layers of duct tape - Dirty Stranger
