"Come on Kennedy, please!"

I whirl around to face Janet, the stack of papers in my arms sliding precariously. "I'm sorry, I just have too much on my plate. You know I would help you if I could."

"But you're a natural born leader! And Headmaster Jones said if I could find a team captain then he'd give me the green light!"

I stop and take a deep breath. I feel for her. I really do. Janet is an overeager freshman who just recently transferred. Apparently she was on the dance team at her old school before her parents had to relocate because of her dads new job. Our school has many clubs and sports, but we don't have a dance team. And with all the money I raised, we can finally start one. A lot of girls were eager to join. The problem is Janet is a freshman, and a transfer at that. There's no way she'll be able to command an entire team, nor will they listen to her. Hence why she needs a team captain. It's flattering that I'm her first choice, really. I used to take ballet and contemporary when I was younger. But there's no way I can spearhead the dance team, not when I'm already swarmed.

"Look Janet," I start. "It's too much. I'm already juggling tennis, the senior class, and student body, not to mention college applications and school itself. Under any other circumstance I would help. You know I would."

Janet lets out a resigned sigh but nods. "I understand. But can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Do you know anyone else who would make a good captain?"

I smile. "I know the perfect person."

...

"Absolutely not."

"Come on Vienna," I plead. "She's desperate."

"Then why don't you do it?"

I give her a look. "You know I can't."

"And you know I don't dance anymore. Not since the incident."

I let out an exasperated huff. "That was six years ago!"

"Really?" She unties her paint splattered apron. "Huh. Feels like it was just yesterday. Anyway what do you think of this new piece?"

I roll my eyes but look at the easel. At first glance it looks like a lovely garden with big, beautiful, and bold flowers. There's a weeping willow tree in the distance and I swear I can hear the birds and happy critter noises coming off the easel. I step closer, and that's when things become a little distorted. Some of the flowers are wilted and dying. The tree looks like it's collapsing in on itself. A river flows throughout the painting, with little dead fish floating on the surface. There a fox eating a poor bunny, blood and all, and what I thought were pretty butterflies don't look like butterflies at all. They look dark and scary.

What was once a beautiful painting now looks deadly. And all with just a brush and some paint.

"It's amazing Vienna," I sigh. "You're an amazing artist. Why don't you just tell your parents that you don't want to go to med school?"

She laughs. "And what, tell them I'm thinking about pursuing art instead? I might as well tell them I'm becoming a monk and moving to the Himalayas. I think my father would actually have a stroke."

I frown. I hate how her life has already been mapped out for her.

"Chin up babe," Vienna pats my shoulder. "I've accepted my fate. What I really should be doing is thanking you. With all the money you raised, the art club was finally able to get new supplies. It's about fucking time. We were painting with half bristled brushes for crying out loud."

She walks over to the sink with her supplies to begin the process of washing up and I follow. The art room is pretty quiet during free period, which is when Vienna does her best work.

"So I'm thinking about starting to work with oil. I mean I know I'm a basic acrylic or watercolor girl, but-"

"Can you please not change the subject? I need you to become the dance team captain."

"No, you don't need me to. You want me to. There's a difference."

"Does it really matter?"

"Actually yes, it does."

I straighten up, determined. "What would it take for you to say yes?"

Vienna glances over her shoulder at me while rinsing off her brushes. "Can you wipe my memory so that I don't have to remember that horrible incident?"

The incident in question took place in the sixth grade. Our school was putting on a production of The Nutcracker, and Vienna landed the role of the Sugar Plum Fairy. She was ecstatic. Dance had always been something she was passionate about, since it was one of the only fun things her parents actually let her do. Everyday she would spend hours practicing the dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, until it was perfect. On the night of the performance, Vienna shone brightly. She performed each move perfectly, all with a huge smile on her face. Then the ending came, and while she was pirouetting, her legs got caught up and tangled in one another. She went crashing on stage. Everyone still clapped, but Vienna was humiliated and ran off stage in tears. After that she swore she would never dance again.

"Vienna I bet no one even remembers that," I try to reason with her.

"I do."

"But it doesn't matter! You were amazing and anyone with half a brain knew that. You made one mistake. So what? Everyone makes mistakes. I mean you think I haven't fucked up a tennis match? Or screwed up in student body? You're not a robot, you're human, and humans make mistakes."

Vienna takes a deep breath and turns to face me. "And what if I screw up this time huh? With a bunch of people looking up to me? How do I recover from that?"

I shake my head. "You don't recover. You learn and become better."

She looks torn. Finally she responds. "Let me at least think about it alright?"

"Okay. But I promised Janet I'd give her an answer by tomorrow."

Vienna nods. "I'll let you know then."

"Okay," as I'm leaving I turn to look at her one last time. "For the record, you'd make an amazing captain."

Vienna gives me a strained smile.

...

After tennis practice I shower in the girls locker room, then head out to pick up a late lunch for Winston. I'm going to pop by his office and surprise him.

I stop at a cute little Italian bistro and pick up Chicken Cannelloni along with some garlic bread. Too bad I'm underage, otherwise I'd have gotten a bottle of wine along with it. It's probably best Winston doesn't drink at work anyway.

When I get to his work things seem a little...tense. Employees are scouring around, talking in hushed voices with apprehensive looks on their faces. The receptionist at the front let's me up with no problem this time, and since I already know where Winston's office is I don't need to ask his bitchy secretary. Not that I would've approached her anyway. It's even crazier up here.

As I approach the doors to his office two employees are just leaving, their faces pale and whispering furiously among each other. One of them looks up and spots me.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you," she warns. "Mr. King is in a bad mood."

"Are you kidding?" The other one says. "That's putting it mildly."

"Okay fine, he's in a worse mood," she pats my shoulder. "Good luck."

"Thanks," I say, if only to make her feel better. I knock on the door.

"What?" Winston snaps. I poke my head inside.

"I was told there was a big, bad monster inside. Is it true?"

When Winston sees it's me his face expression softens. "Sorry. Come in." 

I shut the door behind me and make my way over to his desk, plopping the to go bag down. "I brought lunch."

"Thank you," he says gratefully. "But I don't have time to eat."

I raise a brow. "Really? Well you at least had breakfast right?"

His silence tells me all I need to know. I push the food towards him. "You have time. Now eat up. I'm not taking no for an answer."

He shakes his head and smiles. "Fine. It does smell good."

While he unties the bag and pulls out its contents I take a sticky note and pen, writing 'Do NOT Disturb,' before sticking it to the outside of his office. Then I lock the door for good measure. Afterwards I plop down in the swivel chair across from his desk.

"So. How's work?"

"Terrible," Winston rips off a piece of garlic bread. "It's already bad enough that the Hudson deal might possibly go under due to my fathers inability to compromise, but we got into an argument earlier," he pauses. "Actually, more like a who could raise their voice the loudest contest."

I wince. "Yikes."

Winston rubs his temples. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure the people on the street below could hear us."

I get up and circle behind him, placing my hands on his shoulder and slowly massaging. His eyes close and he tilts his head back, letting out a low groan. "God that feels good."

"You're tense," I note.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

I glance at the door then back down at him. "Are you finished eating?"

"Yeah. I didn't realize I was that hungry. Thank you love."

"Don't thank me yet," I lean down to whisper in his ear before swinging my leg over his and straddling him. Winston's eyes fly open.

"What are yo-" his words are cut off when I reach down to palm him through his pants. "Fuck. Kennedy seriously, what are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" I ask teasingly, slowly unzipping his pants. He glances down between us before looking back up at me.

"I think you're trying to kill me."

"Close, but not quite."

I reach into his boxers and free him, slowly rubbing my hand up and down his length as he becomes hard. Winston blows out a harsh breath. "We really shouldn't be doing this," his words are strained.

I decide to mess with him and stop, shrugging. "Okay. If you say so." When I move to get off him Winston yanks me back down.

"I said we shouldn't," he smirks. "Not that we couldn't."

"But I don't want to get in the way of your work."

"Kennedy, if you leave right now I might have to kill you."

I smile coyly and my eyes twinkle. It takes Winston a second to realize I was messing with him and he groans. "You're pure evil."

"And you're all worked up," I trail my lips up his neck before gently biting his earlobe. "Now what should I do about that?"

Before he can reply I slide off his lap and get on my knees. I let my hair down and shake it out, tucking both sides behind my ears. Then I lean forward and drag my tongue up from Winston's shaft all the way to the tip, swirling my tongue around that. I open my mouth and take him in, gripping the base as I start sucking. I wish I had a tape recorder, because Winston moaning has got to be one of the hottest sounds I've ever heard. Seriously. I start sucking faster, sitting up a little for better leverage. I want to drive him as crazy as he drives me.

"Keep going baby," Winston groans. His fingers twine in my hair and tug my head back. "Fuck yes. Take it. Take this cock."

My body naturally obeys and I open my mouth wider, hollowing out my cheeks as he slides himself all the way to the back of my throat. I've never deep throated a guy before. Gabriel was always more interested in fucking me that getting his dick sucked, if you can believe that. My eyes slightly water but I don't choke as Winston fucks my mouth. But I actually don't mind. I like it. I want to please him. When Winston is close to coming, I push his hands away and take back control, swallowing and licking every last drop of cum. I'm relieved he doesn't taste salty.

"Holy fuck," Winston pants, his chest heaving up and down.

I stand up and smooth down my skirt. "You eat healthy."

Winston tucks himself back into his trousers and looks up at me. "What?"

"You have a good diet. You don't taste salty."

He chuckles. "Well yeah. Everyone should."

I sit back on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. "Are you more relaxed now?"

"I am," he kisses cheek.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Go ahead."

"I like when you're rough with me."

Winston groans. "Fucking hell Kennedy, don't say shit like that. Not while you're on my lap and definitely not in that skirt."

I smile mischievously. "Does my uniform turn you on?"

"You know it does," he smirks. Then he gently pushes me to stand. "Now take your cute ass home before I'm tempted to bend you over my desk."

"I wouldn't mind."

He gives me a warning look and I laugh. "Okay, okay. I'll go now. Don't overwork yourself."

"No promises. And thanks for lunch."

I blow him a kiss before waltzing out the door. On my way out I tear off the sticky note.

...