Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5

She looked up at the TV mounted to the wall over the dresser. She ran her hands around the edge and up along the back on each side. On the right side, opposite of the locked drawer on the left side of the dresser, she felt something. It definitely felt like a key. After a little fiddling, she realized it had been stuck on the back with Velcro.

Being very careful and slow, she pulled and the Velcro gave way with a little tear. She couldn't believe she had found it! She put it in the keyhole and it turned. She opened the drawer and found a large stash of cash. Bills of all denominations. Just crammed into the drawer with no organization or order. Like he just threw it in there at the end of the night. She stared at the find unable to move. It had to be thousands and thousands of dollars.

Looking though the random bills all jumbled together, she thought about all of the nights that he came home after his poker night. He usually had a wad of cash either in his shirt pocket or his pants pocket. Sometimes he would even show her the wad of cash and tell her he had killed at poker. Most of the time he paid her from that money. If he lost, he would go upstairs and come back with her cash. This had to be where it came from.

She knew that he won a lot more than he lost. He told her one time. after he had clearly had a few that his buddies weren't very good at poker, and he had figured out their tells. They were all rich as hell so losing a thousand or even a couple of thousand didn't mean much. So, he usually took them for some pretty decent amounts. This must be all his poker winnings that he just stuffed into the drawer without much thought.

Looking at all those bills, she thought to herself "There was no way he could know exactly how much was in there, right?? He wouldn't miss a few, would he??" She seriously considered taking some of the loose bilis. But her conscience made her feel guilty. She had never stolen anything, considering herself to be a 'good girl. She decided she couldn't do it. She put the cash back in the drawer and replaced the key.

Then she threw herself on the bed. Her expedition had revealed a lot. She went back to thinking about Mr. Michaels tying her to the bed and running his strong hands all over her. She closed her eyes and started running her hands over her body imagining they were his. She pulled the snaps of her top open and let her tits out. As usual, her nipples were as hard as diamonds. She squeezed them both at the same time and let out an audible moan.

Tingles went through her body like electricity right to her clit. She didn't know why her nipples seemed to be so much more sensitive than any of her friends, but playing with hers always sent her into a frenzy.

Even the puffy areolas were sensitive. She traced just the tip of her finger around the outer edge of her areola and caused small flutters in her stomach.

As the sensations built, she knew she had to take this all the way. She pulled her leggings down and her soaked thong out from between her swollen pussy lips. Still feeling restricted, she pulled one leg completely of the tight garment. That let her spread her legs nice and wide. She felt the heat come off her pussy and her hand brushed the labia and circled her clit. The day had left her more sensitive than normal. Her clit throbbed as soon as she touched it. With her left hand squeezing her nipple and slightly twisting it, and her right hand spreading and then rubbing her pussy and clit, she knew she could get herself off in minutes.

She tried to force herself to go slow, but the more she pictured Mr. Michaels over her, kissing her neck, her nipples, down her stomach on his way to her pussy, the faster she went. It wasn't her finger going back and forth over her clit, it was his tongue. Fast then slow. From her leaking slit, up the outer lips to circle her clit in small circles and then back again. Her hips rolled and she let out long slow moans. Unable to stand it, she finally pressed down on her clit hard and rocketed herself into climax. She groaned with the orgasm and rocked from side to side. As it started to ebb, she jammed her middle two fingers into her wet hole and rode out the last waves of pleasure.

Her pussy juice soaked her pubic hair and hand. She lay there for a few minutes trying to recover. Reluctantly rousing herself to look over at the clock she saw that he could be home at anytime. She gathered her clothes and ran to the bathroom to clean up. Checking in the mirror, she fussed with her messed up hair, but decided it would work. Before leaving, she made sure the wrinkles were out of the bed. She turned all the lights back off and ran down the stairs to the den and threw herself on the couch. She turned on the TV and calmed herself, trying to catch her breath from the excitement. Little miss goody two-shoes had had quite a day.

But almost an hour passed before she heard the clank of the keys hitting the bowl. His tardiness had been making her anxious and annoyed with it being a school night. She prepared to complain to Mr. Michaels, but quickly changed her tune when he came into the room. He was in rare form. She knew immediately that he was drunk. Not tipsy, but drunk. She could also see a giant wad of bills stuck into his shirt pocket. By the looks of it, he had been the big winner of the night.

"Great night!" he said with a fist over his head in victory. "Had to

take an Uber home," he laughed. "That will be a pain in the ass tomorrow. His words slurred and he walked unbalanced,

Sarah got off the couch and walked over smiling. "Looks like a good night for sure," she said encouragingly. This would surely end in a big tip. As she came close to him, he went to step forward and stumbled a bit. He instinctively grabbed onto Sarah with his left arm on her shoulder and face hitting the nape of her neck. Then Sarah felt it. "Did he just cop a feel?" she questioned to herself. She was sure his other hand had grabbed and squeezed her tit all at the same time, It even felt like he tweaked her already overly sensitive nipple.

"I'm sorry. Sorry about that," he said righting himself. But then he definitely grabbed and squeezed her ass while still stumbling into her again. And brushed down to cup her other tit.

"He's getting out of hand," she thought while she told him "Let's get you up to bed."

He took in a deep breath as he composed himself, "You smell wonderful. Kind of a musky smell. What is that?" he asked.

"Oh my god, can he smell my pussy?" she thought in a panic. "Just a new perfume was trying. Let's get you upstairs," trying to change the subject quickly.

As soon as she got him upstairs to the bed, after numerous near falls, he pulled out the wad of bills and gave her the normal amount with a $10 tip. "Thanks again. Sorry for being such a mess. This was a special occasion. Won't happen again, I promise. Just lock the door on your way out," he half mumbled as he pulled of his shirt over his head.

She took a second to look at his tone stomach and hairy chest. "Sleep it off and see you next week," she said with a chuckle as she left the room. She made sure the front door locked behind her on the way out.

"Well that was crazy," she thought to herself as she got into the car and headed home. She couldn't help but feel disappointed that her slutty outfit had not resulted in a better tip. Especially since he had definitely felt her up and grabbed her ass. She wrote it off to him just being too drunk to be thinking clearly.

The farther she got down the road, the more she concluded she

deserved more for her efforts. She looked in the rearview mirror.

"You look fucking hot. He should have dropped some big bills for the show," she thought to herself. She felt sure he would have if he hadn't been so drunk. Then her mind went to that pile of cash in the drawer. That alone could have paid for a year of college for her. Maybe more. And he wouldn't miss a few bills she reasoned. Would he? There was no way.