“Melissa,” her mother said. “Isn’t that a little inappropriate for school.” “If it were, you wouldn’t let me wear it, right?” she argu...ed. “You’re the one that bought the shirt, I’m merely showing off the gift my mother gave me.” The gift of fairly large tits, she thought, smiling. Melissa slung her bag over her shoulder and left. Melissa wasn’t vain, but she loved getting stared at by all the guys, even some girls and a few teachers, as she walked by. Melissa wasn’t skinny, but not fat either.. "It was a tempting offer; she would be good company if for no other reason than to look at, but I was still leery. "Honey, I hate to sound paranoid, but what's to stop you from trying to blackmail me once we get there? You know, give me a thousand bucks or I'll tell the cops you raped me."The look on her face said 'boy, you sure are some piece of work', but she didn't say anything, just got a pen and a piece of paper out of her purse. "What's your name?" I told her and she started writing. She. Then she moved her fingers away, shifting her legs a little to push them back up inside herself. “Do you like the smell, Pervy Evans? Do you want a taste?”Professor Evans shook his head. He mustn’t agree to anything, mustn’t. “Suit yourself,” the girl said. Then her hand came up, and her fingers were sliding across his mouth, leaving a smear of her arousal on him.He tried to steel himself, to reassert himself. He failed dismally. Metal Girl was staring at him with evident contempt, her fingers. On the dot, he delivered himself at her movie studio, which oddly enough was called Koko’s Circus. The name was slashed across the door in bold colorful paints. The building was in fact an abandoned furniture store right smack in the middle of the old downtown. It was a half a city block long, with an entire wall of windows soaped and screened from the bottom up to about ten inches from the ceiling. So that’s what happens behind those whited out windows, he thought.Next door to Koko’s Circus.