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Ballsy P1

... stop fidgeting when I’m trying to talk to you Jamie” She lost patience with his fidgeting.

“Sorry miss it’s that sun” He stood up and took the chair to her left.

‘Ballsy, move coming closer, young man,' she thought.

She took a breath as he settled into the new seat.

“As I said, you should be grateful. I am not phoning your parents and dragging them down here…”

She caught him looking at her legs. Anger swelled in her before he looked at her face. Her eyes met his, and the anger was gone.

‘Little cheeky tyke, she thought. Again, a smile betrayed her.

She slightly twisted in her seat, bringing her legs around.

“Yes, your parents haven’t been told about your actions, but that could change” she tried to continue professionally.

He was blatantly staring at her legs now. The boy’s bravado was to be admired. She knew grown men who wouldn’t have been so bold.

“I appreciate you keeping it between ME and YOU miss”

Something in his voice hinted at a small flirtatious undertone. She prided herself on the students of the school being confident to tackle the world when they left, so it seemed OK that he was confident, even if ever so slightly inappropriate.

She slightly slid her skirt up to expose the bottom of her thigh just above the knee. Her skirt slid easily over the silk material of her stockings, another strange decision as she never wore stockings, but after chatting with Jamie this morning and after arranging this meeting, she had found time ...

... to nip to the local shops to buy a pair. His eyes widened.

She began again. “So, I really need some guarantees that this won’t happen again, or your parents WILL find out.”

“What guarantee can I offer, miss? You know, and the school is fully aware how ballsy I can be”?

He shunted his chair closer to hers.

‘Little bugger,' she thought. “Well, I really need something,” she said.

His hand moved to her knee.

“Mr Goldsmith, that is really inappropriate,” she rather reluctantly brushed his hand off. After all, he was a healthy, confident young boy, err man. She didn’t want to embarrass him or knock that confident charm of his.

“Forgive my forwardness Miss, when you said you needed something I misunderstood” his hand moved back to her knee “Or did I?”

‘Persistent’ came to mind. She smiled and was even slightly embarrassed that she had allowed the misconception that she somehow had started any advances.

She did not remove his hand on this occasion, and instead, she opened a small file that had been leaning against the leg of her chair. She began to flick through the offenses and complaints in the file directly relating to Jamie.

“Paula Sailsbury, her father, has made a serious accusation levelled at you.”

She felt him squeeze her knee and then move slightly higher to her thigh. A warm sensation began to flow inside her. His confidence was certainly an attractive quality, she thought as he began to explain.

“He doesn’t like that his spoiled, bitchy ...