It was Stacy. "Hey," I said. "How are you?" I'm okay," she replied. I could hear some noise in the background and I figured she was out at a bar. "Wha...'s going on?" I asked. "Not much. I'm just out with a couple of friends. Kind of a girl's night out."She had the loose, relaxed sound of someone who'd had a couple of drinks and I figured she'd called for a reason. "You having a good night?" I asked. "Yeah, it's okay. What are you doing?" Not much. Just watching some TV. Why?" Just wondered," she. When I asked her what she was doing, she said, "This is so that you'll have a better angle entering me." Again she guided me inside her, "Only this time," she told me, "I want it rough. Fuck me like it's the last thing you could ever do. Do it hard, fast and stick a finger up my ass while you are doing it." Are you sure?" I asked."Yes, she said, "I want you to fuck me until I collapse."As I entered her I went full depth in one move and I drove into her like a pile driver. I kept ramming my dick. From what I could hear the owner was giving Ellie a complete history of the bag and Dior himself. If she kept it up then I would have plenty of time hacking into the cash register. Ellie saw me out of the corner of her eye and made a subtle tilt of her head towards the counter. I tiptoed as quietly as I could to register. It was almost identical to the one back at the station. I pulled out the tension wrench and the pick from my pocket. My hands were shaking so badly that it felt like forever. I finally get to classroom 116 and I just stand in front of the door. Its slightly ajar and I push on it and walk through and I walk into the classroom and she is sitting in her chair behind her desk. I walk up to her and she just looks at me. As I stand in front of her, she starts telling me that I am a very bad girl. I need to be taught a lesson. As she is talking to me I start to get butterflies in my stomach. I have been with a few girls before and have come to know myself as being.