Quid Pro Quo

Steve Holmes answers the door and Michelle walks in. She's 18, blonde, nervous as hell. He smiles like he's doing her a favor. She fires back that he didn't give her a choice. He reminds her it was her bad decision that landed her here, then brightens up and calls for his daughter Holly. Emily Willis bounces in—brunette, perky, clueless. They sit down with their notebooks. Steve lingers in the doorway, watching. Holly asks what it's like having her dad as a teacher. Michelle hesitates, spots Steve glaring from the hall, then forces a smile and says he's nice. Holly laughs it off. The girls lean over the paper together. Michelle starts flirting—little touches, low voice, eyes on Holly. Steve's watching from the shadows, getting hard. Michelle moves in and kisses her. Holly freezes, then melts into it, tongues sliding, hands grabbing. The kiss turns hot fast. Steve licks his lips, grips his cock through his pants. Holly breaks away, flustered, and bolts—straight into her dad. He tells her he caught Michelle dealing on school grounds and made a deal: seduce Holly or get busted. Holly's disgusted, but she won't let Michelle's life go to shit. She comes back. They start kissing again, shaky and slow. Steve's had enough waiting. He tells Michelle to strip Holly—slow. Michelle peels the clothes off while Holly stands there burning with shame. Michelle drops to her knees and eats her out, tongue working deep, Holly trying not to moan with her dad right there. Steve watches, stroking himself, then orders Holly to return the favor. She hesitates, then buries her face between Michelle's legs, licking, sucking, getting into it. Steve's eyes are wild. Watching isn't enough anymore.