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The Danielle Discovery

... toilets, rather than towards the stairwell where I presumed Danielle had gone. I walked up to the toilet door which was close to the class room and pushed the door ajar sufficiently to ensure that when I released it the door pusher loudly slammed the door shut again. Deception complete, I swiftly moved back along the corridor towards the stairwell, taking care to duck below the window of the door to the classroom I had just left.

Now to find Danielle. In all likelihood there was only one place she would go to have a smoke that avoided encountering any teachers. That was out of the back door opposite the stairwell. It led to a covered area outside that was out of view of any other classrooms. I made my way down to the ground floor and sure enough that's exactly where I found Danielle. She was standing with her back to the open door. I took a moment or two to appreciate her bra straps showing through the back of her t-shirt, and the tight trousers through which the outline of her glutes were clearly visible.

As I approached, startled she glanced my direction. Realising who I was (or rather just realising I was not a teacher), she returned focus to another drag on her cigarette while gazing across the disused land at the rear of the school building. She hardly expected me to stop next to her. When I did she looked me up and down then returned her focus to the barren ground.

"What?" she said - staring in to the distance.

I took the £20 note from my pocket and much ...

... like I had seen people do in movies - held the folded note between my index and middle fingers raising it to head height.

"How'd you like to make some money?" I asked in as casual a manner as I could muster.

I had planned this conversation extensively in my head, considering all the possible paths it might go down, the questions and objections I would have to anticipate, as well as all the potential responses. At this early stage I figured the probability was seventy-thirty "fuck off". However the nicotine was obviously having a calming effect on Danielle. The question at least peaked her interest and she turned toward me.

"I'm listening" she replied.

Intentionally ensuring my gaze remained at eye level (no minor feat given the allure of her bulging rack.) I continued.

"I'd like to offer you a deal whereby you leverage your... assets, in return for an investment of mine." The pause was rehearsed, during which I unsubtly glanced toward the deep crevasse in her v-neck.

I had debated at length whether this opening gambit would be interpreted in the manner it was meant to be by Danielle, however knowing she took Business Management class, I hoped she had the vocabulary to understand what I was implying. In any event I also had a response prepared that was less circumspect were it to be required. In the end my less than subtle innuendo did the trick and she clearly understood exactly what I was implying.

"Do you think I'm a fucking prostitute dickhead?" she ...