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The Tutor

... getting tutored. Besides what if he doesn't like me?” Sara stared at her friend like she was the dumbest person on earth, “Chica, you're hot. You're a brunette, with pale blue eyes, perky tits, and a big ass. Besides you're not dating the guy, just getting tutored.” Emma nodded, “You're right.” Emma pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number. By the third ring, a deep male voice answered, “Hello.” Emma immediately quit the call. Sara stared at her friend, “Really?” At that moment, Emma's cell began to ring, she glanced at it and recognized the number as the one she just called, “Oh my god, it's him.” Sara snatched the phone from Emma's hand and answered it, “Hello...Actually my friend was calling. She needs some tutoring for chemistry....Yeah, her teacher gave her the number........Can you meet her at her work?....Great, we're at her work currently. The JAC, you know where that is?....Great soon you soon....By the way she's the pretty brunette at the counter.” Sara hung up Emma's cell phone and handed it to Emma, and smiled. “He'll be here in fifteen minutes.” Emma sighed dreading her fate. Emma stared at the shop front fifteen minutes later as she rung up some chi teas for some college girls, while Sara stood sweeping the same spot while flirting with a few of the regulars that come in. At that moment, a young man with a spiked mo-hawk and tattoo sleeves entered the shop and surveyed the crowd before making a b-line to Emma. Emma glanced to Sara who gave her a wink and ...

... continued to flirt. Emma swallowed and put on her brightest smile, “Welcome to the JAC, what can I do for you today?” The young man cleared his throat, “From what I know, its what I can do for you. I'm Chris, you must be the one that called me for the chemistry tutoring.” Emma nodded, “Yeah but I think there's been some mistake. Mr. Wood said you were one of his best,” Emma's voice trailed off. Chris smiled, “Trust me, I get that a lot but unless you know how Ions work and what a Kelvin is, then you don't judge.” Chris glanced around the shop, “So shall we talk tutoring or what?” Emma nodded and yelled to Sara, “Sara I'm taking a break. Man the register.” Emma walked to the break room with Chris in tow. She sat down with Chris right across from her, “My name is Emma, by the way.” “I got that from your name-tag.” Chris pointed to her chest and Emma blushed, “Sorry. So where shall we begin?” “Let's talk about price. It's a hundred dollars for a week full of tutoring Monday through Saturday. Sunday is the only day I require off for my brain to rest.” Emma stared at Chris, in disbelief, “A hundred dollars?! That's four hundred dollars a month. That's my whole paycheck. I can't pay you that much. I'm sorry.” Chris stood up and locked the break room door. “What are you doing?” Emma asked with concern and fright in her voice. “If you can't pay with money, how about your body?” Chris asked, stroking Emma's cheek. Emma slapped Chris's hand away and stood up, “I don't know what kind of ...