Only a whore.Time slipped away from Monica. In unknown minutes, he swept her from the counter and tried to stand her up. Her legs buckled and she fell... against him. He guided her to the floor. She lay on her stomach on the cold, lemon Lysol scented linoleum. Monica gasped and moaned. But most of all, she wished. She wished he wasn't done. She wanted him to continue. When she heard his zipper, she smiled to herself. He wasn't done yet.The two hands grabbed her hips and lifted, pulling her to her. "Clark smiled, "Sir, a group of very resourceful people have been planning this pickup for at least nine months. I'm very pleased that the Confederacy is finally catching up with them." Ensign Clark was one of their key organizers on Earth before stumbling into a pickup," Kehoe informed Bryant who shrugged off the correction. "He's being allowed to participate in the extraction of his co-conspirators because of his familiarity with the individuals involved and their plans. We're expecting him. "Come here you dirty fucking bitch." He hissed, before grabbing the back of my head. "Suck daddy's fat cock like a good, dirty, little girl."I didn't have a chance to respond as he forced my head into his lap and unzipped my school skirt. Within seconds I was bent over his gear stick and hand brake in just my white cotton panties and holding a cigarette with his cock buried deep in my mouth. He smelt and tasted awful but I was trapped. The only time he let me up was when he pulled my head back. Of course there would be the usual problems with people that didn't want to change but it was impossible, she told herself, to do the job without upsetting somebody. There would be the usual queue of students complaining, she knew, but they would simply have to put up with it. It couldn't be done any other way.Mrs Armitage was something of a legend on the campus. Still very attractive for her years, she combined a flirtatious manner towards the staff with displays of complete indifference to.