"Travis, do you find me attractive?" Judith suddenly asked, catching him off guard while he was busy ranting in his head like Joe Bartolozzi.
"Huh? Well, yeah, you are attractive," he replied once the question processed. Judith blushed, turning around to face him. She slowly lifted her gaze from the floor, her eyes locking on his face.
"But... you're not hard," she said softly, her voice meek.
Travis glanced down, and in an instant, his cock rose to its full 10-inch form. "I was just holding myself back because I didn't want to creep you out," he explained.
'What!? So big. And he said he suppressed it so he wouldn't scare me? Such a gentleman. I've fallen even deeper for him,' she thought, her heart racing. Judith was over the moon; the guy she liked found her attractive. This was, without a doubt, one of the happiest moments of her life.
"Oh, okay," she responded shyly before turning back to the shower. Travis smiled to himself, shaking his head. He turned off his own water, dried off, and got dressed, waiting for her by the door. A few minutes later, Judith emerged, a bright and joyful smile on her face.
"By the way, Judith, you might want to try wearing a bra. It could help with the bullying, you know?" he suggested casually. She nodded, appreciating his concern, and they walked out together. After dropping her off by the doors, Travis sprinted back to Coach Bridget's office.
He knocked, and upon hearing her say, "Come in," he entered.
"Take a seat. We need to talk," Coach Bridget said, her expression serious as she gestured to the chair in front of her desk.
He took a seat, watching as Coach Bridget got up, retrieving two bottles of Gatorade from her cooler. She handed him one before returning to her chair.
"Now, Travis," she began, her tone serious, "I want you to understand that our school has reigned supreme in all kinds of sports for years. But this year, things have changed. The basketball team is trash, the football team is worse, and the boys' Olympic squad is a disaster. You, however, have a talent that I've never seen before. That's why I want you to join the team."
Travis took a sip of his drink, considering her words. "I get that, but what do I gain in the end?" he asked, meeting her eyes directly.
"Well if you win the track race, you'll win $10,000, also a passing grade. Now what do you say?" She said.
"That still isn't enough, Coach. But I am open to something else... if you know what I mean," Travis said, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he leaned back in his chair, watching Coach Bridget's reaction.
She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, leaning slightly forward with a teasing grin. "Ohh, you want *me*? Well, I'm not sure if you could handle my unlimited sex drive," she said smugly, her eyes challenging him.
Travis shook his head, chuckling lightly. "No, I don't really care about that. Honestly, what I want is authority—to roam this school without any issues. I've heard that Mrs. Smith is pretty scared of you, so let's make a deal. You give me freedom in this place, and I'll run every race you want me to," he said, his voice steady, cutting through the playful tension with a clear offer.
Coach Bridget blinked, her smirk fading as she considered his words. "What? That's a simple matter," she said, almost surprised by how easy the deal was. "And don't worry, I'll still give you the money if you want it. Even the other... offer," she added, with a wink and a lingering smile.
"Thanks," Travis replied, rising from his seat, his smirk still in place. "But it's getting late, so... peace." He casually waved as he left the room, his pace picking up into a sprint the moment the door closed behind him.
As he rushed down the hall, Travis felt the thrill of the deal he'd just struck. Power and freedom—exactly what he needed to move through the school on his own terms. When he arrived at Ms. Okita's classroom, he found her hunched over her desk, diligently marking a pile of books.
He slid into the room quietly, but not unnoticed. Ms. Okita glanced up briefly, pushing her glasses up her nose.
"Travis, what brings you here?" Ms. Okita asked, pausing her grading and shifting her focus entirely onto him. Her tone was calm, but there was a subtle curiosity in her eyes.
"I got the code," he said with a bright, satisfied smile. The corners of her lips twitched slightly in surprise, but her face remained stoic, revealing little.
"Alright then," she said, her voice steady as she processed the information. "We'll head there after hours. Right now, she's in her office. She usually leaves at 6 p.m., so we'll have to wait a bit."
"That's cool," Travis replied, taking a seat and letting the minutes pass by quietly. The tension between them was unspoken, but both knew the weight of what was coming.
As the clock neared the designated time, they left the classroom, moving swiftly up to the third floor. They approached her office door, and after Travis punched in the code with a quick, precise motion, the door clicked open.
"Ah, it's so nice to be back in my lab," Ms. Okita said as they stepped inside. Her voice had a certain satisfaction to it as she surveyed the equipment and experiments she had been forced to leave behind. "I can finally finish up my experiments."
She walked over to a cabinet and retrieved a lab coat and a pair of goggles, handing them to Travis. "Here, you'll need these tomorrow. Make sure you're prepared."
Travis took the items, nodding. "Got it."
"Now leave," she added, her focus already shifting back to the clutter of notes and materials on her desk. "I need to recap where I left off."
Without a word, Travis left the office, heading back to the classroom. He stashed the lab coat and goggles in his desk drawer, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.
"Now that I'm done with everything in the school, I should head to Diane's house. Oh, before that, I should probably grab a shovel," he thought.
Travis walked back home, his mind focused on the tasks ahead. Upon arriving, he opened the garage door and reached for the shovel hanging on the wall. A smile crept onto his face, feeling prepared, but just as he was about to leave, Jenny walked in through the door.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, her tone sharp as she approached him. Her gaze fell on the shovel, and she raised an eyebrow. "What's with the shovel? Going to bury your dreams?"
She laughed at her own joke, but Travis remained silent, unimpressed. "No, I just came from burying the hope that you'll ever get a job," he shot back.
Her expression immediately soured. "Not funny! Now tell me, where are you going with the shovel?"
"Aunt Diane gave me a job," he replied, trying to keep his tone casual. He could see the gears turning in her head, and he was ready for her usual barrage of questions.
"What! She never offered me a job. After all these years acting all nice in front of her, and she does me like this," Jenny exclaimed, her voice laced with betrayal.
"Um, yeah, I doubt you would've taken the job anyway. I mean, it's manual labor, and that's something you'd avoid for as long as you can," he replied, crossing his arms.
"You know, you really get me. It's sad that you have to be such a bitch," she retorted, frustration bubbling beneath her words.
"Why are you even here? Looking for cents in Mom's car?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No! I'm looking for batteries. We used to have a lot around here. Do you have any idea where I might find them?" she inquired, her tone shifting slightly as she sought help.
"Hmmm, last I checked, they were on the bottom row. Check the box over there," he said, gesturing to a nearby shelf.
Jenny nodded, turning around and bending over to rummage through the box. Her purple panties hugged her curves, accentuating her figure in a way that made Travis momentarily pause. He smiled, appreciating the unexpected view as she focused on her task, completely unaware of his gaze. The sunlight filtering into the garage caught the vibrant color of her underwear, making the moment even more striking.
She stood up, a grin on her face. "You're actually useful. Peace out, loser!" she called as she left the garage.
With a chuckle, Travis dropped his bag and began walking to Diane's place.
"Time to meet my beautiful aunt," he thought, a sense of anticipation building as he made his way.
TO BE CONTINUED
[ A/N: I'm thinking of giving Travis a template. Don't know what template though. Please wrote down in the comments. If I like any of yours I'll choose it. If I don't I'll simply continue with the Yugiro Hanmah template]