Doing The Math

Eva Nyx, Math Club president, slides into Mr. Sarcinelli’s office after the bell. She needs the club on a bus to Regionals and Jason has the key to the ignition. Problem is, the board hates surprises and a trip out of town smells like red tape. Jason leans back, sighs, lays out the dozen ways they’ll slap it down. Eva nods. Then she offers something better than a fundraising spreadsheet: she’ll kneel right there and suck him off if he’ll just make the pitch. He stares, cheeks going pink, actually drops his pen. After a beat he nods like a man who just discovered free pie. Door clicks shut. Next thing Jason knows Eva’s mouth is wrapped around him, cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling under the head while her ponytail bounces. She keeps it slow at first, then dives deeper, gagging on the last inch just to give him a thrill. Saliva slicks her knuckles as she works him with a hand-twist combo. One swallow later Jason spills, pulse after pulse over her tongue, and she doesn’t spill a drop. When she stands, wipes her lip, she simply says, “So you’ll try?” He’s still catching his breath, but the paperwork is already half finished.