A Messy Detention

Coco snapped at Chad's lunch-lad column instead of asking for anything new. 'Sir, I gotta piss.' The room was mostly empty. Chad scowled up from his paperwork and said, 'Pee then. Hold it or soak the chair—fuck if I care.' She shrugged like it decided itself, yanked the sweater off her skirt, and let the stream spatter hot between her thighs. Piss ran down her stockings and pooled on the linoleum right under the front of his desk. Chad bolted upright, nostrils flaring, mouth halfway into another lecture when he saw the dark slick disappear under her seat. Her lips parted like this was normal daylight between classes. He felt his pants shift before his brain could tell his dick to quit. Heat climbed the back of his neck the longer she kept going.