Over to the food court
From Create Your Own Story
You're a bit peckish, so you head for the food court. You order a slice of pizza and look for a spot to sit down.
A brief search reveals an empty table. You settle and eat your pizza.
You are about to get up and return your tray when a shadow looms over you. You look up and see a tall woman dressed in a security uniform.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" she asks. Her voice is kindly. "Well, no harm done. Come on back to my office and we'll discuss it."
You rise. Her name tag reads Polk. She puts your tray back with one hand while gently holding your arm with her other hand.
Her office is only about 3 minutes away. She leads you inside and locks the door behind her. It's a windowless room off an alcove in the mall. The light is provided by two bare bulbs, one on each side of the ceiling. There's a desk and two chairs, and a solid cement floor.
"Now then," Officer Polk says, "why don't you start by telling me your name?"
"It's Brandon, ma'am," you mutter. "Brandon Jones." You hand over your ID, and she confirms you are who you say you are before handing it back.
"Bethany Polk," she grins. "Call me Beth for short." You take a closer look at Beth. Beneath that uniform are a nice pair of breasts, probably D-cups if they were to be released, though it'shard to tell since right now they're encased in a bra and hidden beneath a shirt. And her legs are strong and look muscular. In fact, Beth is quite attractive. She notices you eyeballing her. "I appreciate the compliment. i do try and keep myself in good shape."
You blush. "We can do this two ways," Beth says. "Either I can cite you for being truant -- it's a $50 fine and will go on your record -- or you can remove your clothes and let me have my way with you. You're a good looking young man yourself."
You blush more deeply.
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| 12th Grade Boy |
