"I'm not sure," she answered truthfully.

"What do you think I'm going to do to you?"

She managed a little grin, "Nothing, I guess, are you, Mr. Creighton?"

"I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to," Rudy said staring at her with lust-filled eyes.

"Well, I don't want to stay here," she said, "so kindly take me home, right now."

"Look, kid," he suddenly snapped at her. "Cut this childish shit. You're not dumb. You know what you want and I know what you want and you know what I want. And I'm going to get it, too."

With a quick movement, he grasped her by the shoulder, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. A moment later, his other hand slipped down the front of her tartan school uniform, and then edged its way under the sheer fabric of her little bra. Cupping the snowy mound of her ripe young breast, he began to massage it with a teasing circular motion.

Janice arched backward at the electric contact of his fingers, and a little shock of unexpected pleasure whipped through her blood. "Don't," she pleaded helplessly, but Rudy ignored her pleas, pinching the tender button of one ruby nipple between his thumb and forefinger now, tweaking it until it quivered into a taut erection.

"How's that?" he taunted her.

Janice, fighting to hold back the tears that welled up, clamped her lips tight shut, refusing to answer.

"Come on, Janice, do you like it?"

This time the girl managed to stammer. "Yes… oh God, yes!"

"And you'll like it better with your clothes off."

The gym instructor reached around behind her, drawing the zipper of her dress down, to her waist, then sliding the soft material down over her shoulders, letting it fall, bunched, around her hips. In his mounting excitement, he let his hands roam over her back, bare now from the shoulders down, then slid one under the narrow strap of her bra. "Take this off," he ordered.