Niki saw the dreaded green note taped to her locker as she hurried inside. Those notes always meant the same thing - ‘Go to the office before your f...rst class’. Hanging her purse on the hook she grabbed her morning pile of books and shut her locker, spinning the lock absently as she muttered and headed to the office, clutching the telltale green note in her hand.The office in the morning was its usual chaos, teachers and students coming in and out, turning in passes or excuses, or collecting. Either she was dumb or her mind barrier was being torn slightly. I hoped for the later. In fact, I then went ahead a bit. I took a few steps back and then came forward and placed my now ready to explode manhood on her soft hips. She was wearing a salwar, not hard jeans. It felt heavenly. I pressed my dick a bit more. She did not move from her bend position. We both enjoyed a few seconds of what would be the taste of things to come. Then we heard noises of people coming. I moved back, she. One day she would find the one that would touch her, make her feel, make her want, need the act that she now endured instead of enjoyed. She pressed the plug in the tub with her toe and adjusted the showerhead, lying down in the tub. The spray beat against her abdomen, drumming heat, arousing her. Not like this one tonight, she thought. She had seen him the moment she walked in to the hotel he was alone, at the end of the bar. Strolling over, she had arranged herself artfully on the empty stool. ‘Edna would be perfect! She’s kind of a ‘throwback’, like you – she’s got a fetish for ‘Hot Dance’ blues and jazz music from the 1920’s and 1930’s.’ Wow, that did sound like my kind of singer. I agreed to a more than fair compensation deal and we reviewed the travel arrangements. I turned off the gas and electricity, wrote a check to my mortgage banker that nearly emptied my account, but would keep my bills paid while I was gone, made a few calls to let folks know I was out-of-town, and then.