"He was like a little fish, and I just dangled the bait in front of him, waiting to hook him and draw him in. We chatted more and I continued to flirt...outrageously and watch him take it in. Then, when he asked why I thought I should get the job, I stood up and leaned across his desk. He got a real good look at my qualifications. I told him I would be loyal to him and only to him. I told him I would be his whore, that I would tease him all day, keep him constantly excited, and finish every day. I took a deep breath when I slid my hands even lower until I was cupping her buttocks. I kneaded them gently, pulling her even closer. "That feels nice," she sighed. "Rub my back." We both knew I wasn't rubbing her back. I kissed the top of her head, then buried my nose in her hair. She smelled wonderful -- sweaty from dancing, but wonderful. Taking encouragement from her sighs, I hiked her short skirt up slightly, and massaged her warm, panty-clad bottom. She tilted her head upward and. He looked old then and he now looked ancient. They all knew he was retired, had been for years, and he lived on a meager pension. But no one knew where the pension came from or what he used to do for work.The lead youth laughed when he pulled a flick knife out of his pocket and opened it. “You’re dead, old man.” He moved forward while the rest of his pack pulled out knives and followed him. The café owner was shocked when the old man smiled as his only response.The leader of the young men. A few hours later...Oliver and Emmi had spent more time talking then studying in the library,getting the occasional dirty look from someone head deep into theirtextbooks. They tried their best to stay as quiet as possible but thenone of them would make a joke and they'd instantly start giggling again.Before they got into too much trouble, they quickly left the library. Thetwo hung out for a bit longer before they both parted ways for the day,Emmi gave Oliver a big hug, or as much as her.