"So long as you've got a hardon."

"All right. Zip it."

"Aren't you going to pull that pecker out? Ask me to suck it? Isn't that the way you usually operate, Coach Jacoby?"

Jacoby leaned across his desk. Pressed on the intercom and spoke.

"Chiquita. Please come into my office."

"Shit. I'm leaving."

"Just a minute, Jacquette."

Jacoby flailed his arm across the desk. Grabbed Jacquette by the shoulder.

"Yeah? Want something, coach?"

He came around the desk and stood with his body enveloping hers.

His hand dropped down the front of her sweatshirt. Cupped one of her tight titties completely within his grip.

"Why so friendly all of a sudden?" Jacquette said.

"You're the one brought it up."

"You wanna get your fucking mitts the fuck off of my tits?"

"No, Jacquette. it would be very devastating if I had to remove myself from physical contact with you at this point."

"Eat me, asshole," Jacquette sneered. She began to move away. The door to the office snapped open. Jacquette sashayed in, chewing gum and clicking her stiletto heels to the floor.

"You rang, coach?"

Chiquita's eyes slanted into Jacoby's crotch. Her glance took in Jacquette's tits with the coach's hands pawing her down.

"Yes, Chiquita. It seems we have a little disciplinary problem here."

Jacquette flared her nostrils.

Chiquita snapped her gum.

Stamped her gams.

Flexed her calves.

"You gonna get the whips out now-or what-?" Jacquette said.

"Ha ha ha," Jacoby snickered.

"What she say?" Chiquita said. "I no unnerstan the way she talk Ingles."

Chiquita turned her nose directly. toward Jacquette. She opened her mouth into a puckering circle. Stabbed her tongue out.