The gym teacher

Chapters

Fucking ponies man - Revised
Get off my lawn!
Quick job interview

Fucking ponies man - Revised

I woke up to the annoying sounds of my alarm clock. Sluggishly, I outstretched my hand and grabbed empty space in an attempt to reach that fucking clock. Finally, after a few frustrating attempts, I grabbed my alarm clock and smashed it against the far side of the wall "Bullocks, that's the fourth this week…" I mumbled half asleep as I rose up from my bed, rubbing my eyes in the process "I need to stop throwing my alarm clocks..."

I then took a glance towards my fancy sh'mancy wristwatch; it was five A.M in the morning. I grunted in annoyance but stepped outside my apartment nonetheless, I did my morning exercise routine and stepped back inside, drenched in sweat and feeling like shit. By the time I was clean, it was already six thirty. I grabbed a cup of coffee and drank its contents in one, single gulp, feeling the holy nectar slowly rejuvenate my energy.

I rose up, sighed, and headed out of my apartment. I opened up the newspaper as I casually strode through the streets of Canterlot, heading towards the castle for yet another agonizing day of work. Nothing in the newspaper caught my attention, spare for some fugitives that took refuge in the deserts, a few hate crimes and all sorts of bad shit. But this world wasn't Earth, I can't believe I'm saying that, but I kinda miss Afghanistan. It didn't help that I was stationed in Canterlot, training a bunch of good-for-nothings so they could have a fancy 'Guard' badge and a good lawyer in case they kill a prostitute.

Yes… I'm the definition of miserable; life is too calm, in a bad sense. I have a nice job, not too shabby apartment (in the capital no less), and nothing bad ever happens here, fan-fucking-tastic...

I took a turn as I entered the palace's grounds and paced all the way towards the barracks, I went to my office and changed my clothes so I was now wearing a military uniforms, I went back to the courtyard and idly watched the scene in front of me, the guards already started their training, humans and ponies alike. A human guard approached me and saluted, I returned the gesture.

"Sir…" the guard stammered

"What is it cadet!" I snarled, clearly not in the mood.

"I- I have been sent by Sergeant William, he wants to see you right away…" the guard hurried to say.

I nodded and turned around briskly "Dismissed." I howled before starting walking towards Sergeant William's office. The walk took about five minutes, and during that time, I couldn't help but wonder why William would ask for me… again.

it was really confusing; I didn't step out of the line, at least not during the last month. Sure, there was the occasional disregard of the rules but that was hardly any reason to summon me. Then happened the most annoying thing I could've ever experience. I bumped into Daniil Millovich…

"Watch where you're going you prick!" He hissed with a heavy Russian accent.

"Go fuck a Latvian you twat, I don't have time dealing with you." I resorted with a hefty amount of venom in my voice as much as I could spare.

Daniil scowled but continued walking past me, swearing in Russian along the way "That Dracula arse…" I muttered silently.

The rest of the walk was uneventful and soon enough, I stood in front of an all too familiar door. I knocked twice and waited for an answer.

"Come in…" came a gruff voice from the other side of the door. Gulping, I opened the door and stepped into the room, saluting as I spotted Sergeant William "At ease soldier!"

I relaxed my posture but only a little, a sense of dread crept along my spine "I was informed you wanted to see me, sir?"

William nodded "We need to… talk, about your recent actions, regarding your squad."

"What do you mean? I've trained them to be the sharpest knifes." I answered truthfully, truly baffled as to why I was here, when it comes to my squad, I'm as devoted as a... as a... Oh who am I kidding, they are a bunch of Muppets, every day starts with a warm up that consists of thirty crunches, twenty bicycle crunches, thirty toe touches, twenty reverse crunches, fifteen side plank hip lifts to each side, thirty more crunches, forty russian twists, thirty more bicycle crunches, fifteen oblique v-ups each side and ten leg lifts, simple right?

"Is it now? Because three squad mates passed out during workout yesterday and another one got rushed to the hospital after having an asthma attack!" William all but barked.

"It's not my fault they can't deal with basic workout!" I tried to defend myself.

"Making eight laps around the ENTIRE perimeter is not a basic workout; this is Equestria we're talking about godammit! Not Afghanistan!... I'm sorry Alex but…"

"Don't do it William, don't take this away from me…" I pleaded, the military was MY everything, without it, I was nothing, both my father and brothers served and died in the army back on earth, I was bent on continuing our family's legacy. William simply shook his head.

"I tried Corporal Brindley, but the higher ups demand your immediate release…"

I fell on a nearby chair, trying to understand what the hell had gone wrong "What am I going to do now?" I asked, not sure what to do from here.

William put his hand on my shoulder, which I swatted away, William scowled but decided not comment about that "You will be paid for this month though." William tried to cheer me up, with little success.

I rose from the sit and left the room, not wanting to speak anymore, William tried to call me back, but I had none of it. I decided to go to the only place of solace in this hell of a country, Vlad's pub.

I entered the pub and sat across the counter "Beer please..."

Vlad barely looked at me as he handed me the mug, I looked at the liquid inside for a moment with a sigh, gazing upon my own reflection, the small scar above my upper lip barely visible...

Deciding that it was enough temptation, I took a big ass swig from the mug and slammed it back on the counter, almost drinking the entire content, I scrunched my face and let the taste linger on my tongue.

I sighed again and emptied out the mug "Fucking ponies…" I muttered "Fainting on my watch…"

I heard murmurs to my side and turned slightly to see a group of bat ponies, none of them looked very pleased, not that I cared. Bat ponies were weird, cool, but weird.

"More…" I simply said while tapping my mug on the counter, Vlad quickly took the mug off my hands and handed me a full mug "Thanks sweetheart…" Vlad simply ignored me, asshole… This time, I wasted no time drinking as I downed the entire mug in a few seconds.

'What am I going to do now?' that particular sentence replayed itself over and over in my mind, I was lost… It felt weird, I always knew what to do, always have a backup plan (even if it wasn't a great one), and maybe I needed to unwind, blow off some steam…

I thought about it, trying to organize the messed up thoughts in my head, and in a rare moment of drunken clarity, I decided that I needed something new, something fresh, a change of scenery. I needed to move out…

"Thanks for the drinks Vlad, take care of yourself you magnificent bastard…" I handed him the bits for the beers and headed home, now with a new aim…

I was back in his apartment; it now felt emptier than ever. I sighed and started packing; I found a small flat for rent at Ponyville and decided to move there, the place looked nice enough, small, rural town, quiet as well, a drastic change from the bustling metropolis known as Canterlot. As I packed, an old photo fell out on the floor; I picked the photo and smiled fondly at it. It showed me on a hospital bed, my body was wrapped in casts, despite my pitiful condition in the picture, I smiled at the camera. I remembered that moment well, it was when my vehicle accidently activated a land mine, I was the only one injured badly. Around my scruffy form, stood my former squad mates, all of them smiled at the camera. I closed my eyes as a particular sense of nostalgia washed over me. I tucked the picture inside my pocket and continued to pack what little I had.

At about midnight, I was already packed and ready to leave. I already sent my stuff to my new flat in Ponyville, I sat inside a train cabin, my mind racing a mile a minute as I thought about what I was about to do "No going back now…" I murmured.

I took a final glance towards Canterlot before tearing my gaze from the window and folding my arms together.

"Fucking assholes..."

Get off my lawn!

It was six A.M in the morning when I finally arrived at Ponyville. As I stared at the small town through the small window in my cabin, I couldn't help but smile at what I saw. Rural countryside with that good ol' charm to it, and above all else, quiet…

I inhaled deeply once I left the train station, clean air and the faint scent of freshly picked flowers invaded my nostrils, calming me to no end. I decided not to linger too long and started walking through the streets of this beautiful little town. I quickly found myself in the market, deciding that it was best to ask for directions, I neared one of the stalls. Occupying the stall was a yellow mare with an orange mane, her wares consisted of mostly carrots.

"Good morning, here to buy some carrots?" she chirped happily.

"No, I'm actually looking the address of my new house; do you know where Sunshine Avenue is?" I slightly cringed as the words left my mouth, if my squad mates ever hear about that, I will never hear the end of it.

The yellow mare apparently didn't notice or didn't care that I cringed, she simply pointed her hoof towards a certain direction "It's all the way over there, near the edge of town, you can't miss it."

I thanked her and decided to buy a batch of carrots, I don't have anything to eat, might as well…

I must admit, the quietness this town seems to proud itself with was a godsend, you can never appreciate the quiet too much after being bombarded and shot from every direction. As a soldier, quiet means one of two things, you were either safe for the time being, or you were six feet under, both sound equally tempting after a few months being stationed deep inside Afghanistan.

I stopped my train of thought as I reached my desired destination, my new house. It was old school kind of house, with thatched roof and stone walls with a few planks of wood as decoration and support. It only had one floor with a front and back garden. I saw the truck with all my stuff already parked in front of my house, and a few workers carrying the last few boxes containing my stuff inside. A brown stallion with a vest came to me and asked "Are you Alexander Brindley."

I nodded.

"Good, sign here, here and here please." He said while giving me a pen and paper, I signed on all the places he told me and nodded in approval "Everything seems alright. Enjoy your stay in Ponyville sir." He quickly trotted away.

Once the truck was gone I entered my house and started to pack. I was just about to unpack my bed so I could assemble it in time for sleep. Unfortunately, karma had others things planned for me. I heard the distinctive sound of a conflict, and when I came out, I saw five fillies brawling all over my front lawn, my mail box in ruins.

"Oi clear off you lot!" I stammered. The little fillies continue to fight each other, not even acknowledging my presence. I finally had enough as I proceeded over to them and lifting them up from their necks. Two in one hand and three in the left hand, they tried to hit each other even when I held them firmly in my hands, preventing them from even touching each other.

"Can someone explain to me why were you fighting on my lawn and destroyed my mail box? Because I bloody can't." I pretty much snarled the last part.

Just as one of the fillies was about to say something, a purple mare came running down the street, panting heavily "You… are… in so much… trouble… young fillies…" the mare said between gasps for air, I couldn't help but find this whole scenario quite amusing, I would've have snickered too if it weren't for the death glare the little fillies received from the mare.

"But Miss Cheerilee…" the five fillies said in perfect unison.

"No buts! I had to chase you around town all day, an entire day of learning wasted because of your actions. Go back home now! Tomorrow you will all get grounded, no exceptions!"

Her commanding voice left little to argument, the fillies all nodded, heads held low as I placed them down, letting each go to a separate direction.

"I'm so sorry they bothered you…"the mare turned her attention to me "They get feisty like this once a week and wreak havoc on the town in their wake; I'm willing to pay for the damage."

"Nonsense, you own me nothing." I said quickly, reaching my arm out "Name's Alexander Brindley, just moved here."

The mare reached with her own hoof and I shook it lightly "My name is Cheerilee, I'm the teacher at Ponyville's schoolhouse, the little fillies you encountered before were my students. Again, I'm sorry for what they've done; I just can't seem to get rid of all that excess energy they possess."

"They just need something to wear them out…" I started walking back to my house "Are you coming or not?"

"Who- me! No I can't I have-"

"Just come in already…"

Cheerilee grumbled but complied nonetheless. I held the door open as Cheerilee walked past me, once in, I entered the house myself and closed the door.

I went towards one of my boxes and opened it. It was filled with glasses and a few bottles of Scrumpy Jack. I pulled two glasses, filled them with Scrumpy and handed one to Cheerilee.

"Here, it'll calm your nerves."

"Oh I don't think alcohol is a good idea right now."

"Don't worry, it's Scrumpy, it's like beer." I wiggled the glass in front of her in a taunt-y manner until she finally snatched the glass from my hand and downed the Scrumpy in one go.

"Woah, easy there girl…" I said in a half mock tone. She glared at me and handed me back the glass, I refilled it and handed it back to her, sipping from my own glass.

"So…" Cheerilee took another sip, actually leaving some more for later "Alexander Brindley huh? That's… unusual name… are you from the UK?"

I quirked my eyebrow at that, not a lot of ponies bothered visiting Earth, not as many as humans to Equestria at least, even fewer bothered with actual knowledge. I nodded nonetheless.

"Yes, I'm English. Born and raised in Britain." I said proudly.

"You don't look like English…" she stated, eyeing my body.

"You know, not all English men have monocles, top hats and handlebar moustaches."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to offend you…" she hurried to say.

"None taken, I've been away to the east for a long time; I guess my skin completion gone a little bit bonkers."

"What were you doing in the east?" asked Cheerilee, slowly getting into a touchy subject but I was willing to share… for now.

"Afghanistan. I was stationed there as a soldier. Nasty war I tell you, lost some good friends back there…" I smiled sadly as I remembered some of my squad mates."

"Oh… I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories." She apologized.

"Not your fault, you were none the wiser… I miss Earth…" I took another sip from my glass as I refilled Cheerilee's.

"Then why stay here, can't you go back?"

"Nope, I've been forced to be here… I really don't want to talk about this."

"I understand…"

"…"

"Soooo… You just moved here?"

"Yes..."

"…"

Boy that conversation took an awkward turn quickly; I had to say something to fix that.

"Do you by any chance know where I can find work; I'm kinda unemployed at the moment."

Cheerilee immediately perked up, a small smile creeping to her face "Now that you mention this… I do know what you can do for a living, and I think we'll both find it most beneficial…"

"Oh… And what pray tell, might that be…"

"Just wait and see, I'll meet you tomorrow morning, six sounds good?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Excellent, then I'll see you soon then, bye." Cheerilee trotted back outside while brushing my thigh with her tail.

"Best of British…" I called, electing a small giggle from the mare…

…

Wait… did I just flirted with her…

Quick job interview

It was hot, hotter than anything I've ever experienced. I sat along with my squad mates inside an open trunk of a mildly reinforced jeep, escorting a convoy in the middle of the desert. It was so hot…

"Come on soldiers, man up! I want to take a shower before this day ends," our captain said. His name was Vincent Rourke, but we all called him 'Talon'. He's an American soldier; we fought side by side under a few joint operations between the British and the American army, a good soldier.

He held his MK18 Mod 4 steadily in his arms, his smirk made me wanna punch his straight in the face.

"Permission to speak freely, captain!" called the soldier to my right. Barrett "Psycho" Swift, a fitting name for a crazy motherfucker. 'Psycho' was a British soldier like me; we had a few encounters before, but nothing serious.

"Permission granted!"

"You can go bloody fuck yourself!"

The rest of the squad laughed as we navigated the desert. 'Kid' was in the back, trying not to pass out, I moved to the back and put my hand on his shoulder "Come on, 'Kid'…"

"Private first class," Said 'Talon'.

'Kid' snapped forward "Yes, Captain!"

"You better drink; we need our best medic at top condition."

'Kid' groaned silently and took a small sip from his bottle. His name wasn't really 'Kid', his name was Jensen Mastiff, but everyone called him 'Kid' since he was the youngest in our group, only nineteen years old.

The last member of our squad was Keegan "Gunslinger" Ellis, an exceptional sharpshooter with a passion for head shots. We met under peculiar circumstances in Australia. He was an American soldier like 'Kid' and 'Talon', though I know him better. He wasn't much of a talker, preferring to work alone or in small teams.

But there was something… off, about our surroundings. I couldn't quiet describe it, call me crazy but I knew something wasn't right.

And then… I saw it. A small, roundly shaped green object flew out of nearby ruins, landed into the open jeep and straight to my lap.

"Grenade!" Yelled 'Talon'.

Time froze at that moment. I remember hearing shots fired and guns blazing. My eyes were fixed on the grenade as my mind battled against itself over my options. My first thought was I hope this doesn't hurt too much. That, and I've really only got one chance to do this. If it fails, either way, doing nothing, I'm going to get the same amount of hurt. So I picked it up and threw it off the jeep.

It exploded in mid-air just seconds later, sending shrapnel flying. Unfortunately, a shard of said shrapnel lodged itself right in my neck.

I fell down as the corners of my eyes darkened.

"Man down…"

…

With a loud gasp, I woke up, completely drenched in cold sweat as memories flooded my mind like a cracked dam. I looked at my watch, five fifteen. I couldn't go back to sleep, not after that dream.

I walked a bit in my new flat, trying to find the damm mirror. Upon finding one, I took off my shirt and examined my body. My entire upper torso was riddled with scars, cuts, bruises and a few blue spots. I smiled fondly at each and every one; every scar was a memory, a proof that I was better than the one who gave me said scars. I then turned my back, unlike my front, it was spotless. Not a single scar or bruise. I smiled again; it was a testament that I never turned my back. That I never ran away.

My father told me countless times that a true soldier never run away, that being a good soldier is about sacrificing yourself for the greater good. There is a lot that can be argued against such statements, but I took them to heart. That's why I now felt like shit. I couldn't even die on my own terms.

By the time I finished sulking in front of the mirror it was already five thirty. I stepped outside my flat and did a few morning exercises. Once finished, I stepped back in and took a nice cool shower.

Just as I stepped out from the shower, I heard a knock on the door. I checked my watch to see that it was already six in the morning.

I grunted in annoyance as put on a towel across my waist and moved towards the entrance and opened the door.

"Mr. Brindley, good mor-" Cheerilee stood at the entrance to the flat. Her eyes fixed on my bare chest "My goodness, what happened to you!"

I shrugged "It's not important, why are you here anyway?"

Cheerilee looked me in the eyes "We agreed to meet yesterday, have you already forgot?"

"Bullocks, it went completely over my head." I sighed "Come in while I find something to wear." I moved to the side and let Cheerilee in as I searched in one of the boxes labeled 'Clothes' "There isn't anything proper to eat except for some canned food, but I think I have some rum in one of the boxes if you want some." I shouted from the next room.

"I don't think getting drunk in six in the morning on a work day is such a good idea." Cheerilee shouted back.

"Drinking rum in the morning does not make you drunk, it makes you a pirate." I exclaimed.

I could hear Cheerilee smack her forehead all the way from the next room "Just-… put on some bucking clothes."

I shrugged and put on a pair of shorts and a plain white T-shirt, steeping back into the main room and finding Cheerilee idly looking around.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

"Well, first of all, I think that we can go to eat something proper since you don't have anything decent. After that, we'll head for the town's hall to see about possible employment opportunities."

I rubbed my chin and deep thought "Sounds reasonable. Did I thanked you already?"

Cheerilee giggled and flashed me a smile "I don't think so…"

"Then remind me later…" I smiled when I saw Cheerilee gave me a deadpan look.

Cheerilee gave an angry huff before trotting outside with me following suit. The walk was quiet and awkward, none of us made any attempt at conversation, at least not until we stepped into a coffee shop of some sorts. As I entered the shop I could smell the sweet aroma around me that gave me a pretty good idea as to what kind of food they were selling here.

"This is the place, huh?" I said.

"Yes, it's the only place I know that is cheap and serves humans meals as well," Said Cheerilee as she went to the front counter. I found a nice booth to sit and tapped my fingers against the hard table.

Cheerilee quickly joined and sat in front of me.

"So, what's this job opportunity we're after?" I asked "Don't get me wrong, but it feels to me like you're already having something in mind."

Cheerilee shrugged "I guess you can say that. What you said yesterday got me thinking, I need someone that would… 'Drain' my students of all their excess energy, and you need a job, so I was thinking-"

"-That I can put them through some exercises and whatnot?"

"Yes, exactly!" Cheerilee exclaimed.

Our conversation was momentarily when a big man placed a batch of pancakes in front of us, with a pitcher of water and two glasses.

"Thanks Mick" Cheerilee took a fork in her hoof and started cutting some pieces of pancake and munching happily on them.

Seeing a pony using a fork has always left me wandering as to how that was even possible. I recalled asking a few ponies I was acquainted back in Canterlot about the matter, but they always responded in a similar fashion, either shrugging it off, saying it was natural, or they looked at me like I had grown another head.

I didn't even realize I was starring until Cheerilee brought it up "What is it, is there something in my face?"

"Wha-… No, I mean… no, no, your face is perfect- Not that I mean anything by it, it's just- not dirty, or anything… oh blooming hell…" I rested my chin on the table, a look of defeat plastered across my face "Can you pretend this never happened?"

Cheerilee had a cheeky smile on her face "Nope." Figures…

"So… what's the deal," I said, trying to change the subject "How is it gonna work, this gym teacher position bullocks."

Cheerilee frowned but refrained from saying anything about my vocabulary "We'll go to the town's hall and meet with the mayor. She's a friend and just like me, she's been looking for someone capable to fill in as a gym teacher."

I took a small bite from the pancake and though deeply "Sounds awfully rushed…" I said absent mindlessly "And I don't need any job qualifications? Degrees in teaching? This seems really shifty."

Cheerilee simply waved her hoof dismissingly "Don't worry about a thing Mr. Brindley. I don't know how it is on earth, but here it's much easier to become a teacher. All you need to have is an extensive knowledge and some motivation."

"Still… it sounds rather-"

"Oh, just lighten up." Cheerilee nudged me slightly, batting her tail across my knees, as well, "You're too worried about everything. Tell you what, after today what do you say about a quick visit to the bar with me?"

Wow, this mare was coming strong. I don't think women had ever been this forward in my life. Then again, I wasn't on earth anymore, and any female attention I got was from my troops, and it was strictly professional. Maybe Cheerilee was right, maybe I do need to lighten up. After all, I did start a fresh page.

"Sure, why not…"

"Great…" Cheerilee smiled, though that smile quickly turned into a frown when she looked at a nearby watch "Hmm, we should get going, come on now…" she hopped from her sit and poked my side with her head until I did the same.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming, blimey…"

We walked for about ten minutes in silence. Not because none of us had nothing to say, it was just a calm, quiet morning and we didn't want to ruin it. The town's hall came into view as we neared the town's center. I saw a few ponies as well as humans as they made their way to their work places.

I opened the town's hall door, letting Cheerilee enter before coming it myself. We passed a few corridors before coming to a stop near a door that led into the mayor's office. Cheerilee knock three times on the door and waited patiently, smiling at me all the while.

"Come in." came a feminine voice from within, Cheerilee flashed one last smile at my direction before opening the door and stepping in.

"Ahh! Cheerilee, it's so nice seeing you, and you brought a human as well, how naughty…"

Cheerilee's cheeks turned bright red "T-This isn't what it looks like. Remember what we talked about yesterday?"

The older mare chuckled before speaking "Yes, yes, I know." She then turned her attention to me "And what's your name mister?"

I straightened myself up and looked straight into her eyes "Name's Alexander Brindley ma'am."

"And a gentelcolt as well, you sure know how to pick em'." Commented the mayor, or Mayor Mare if the name plate on her desk was anything to go by. The look of sheer awkwardness on Cheerilee's face was greatly worth it, though.

"P-Please Mary, w-we're all adults here, let's act like ones." Cheerilee tried to save the last scraps of her dignity as both Mayor Mare and I chuckled before promptly sitting down and assuming a more serious expression, though I could still see a glint of mirth in her eyes.

"So I take it that you're the human Cheerilee mentioned yesterday?" when I nodded, she spoke again "And you know what you're in for, right? Cheerilee briefed you?"

I nodded again "Yes she did, something about being a gymnastics teacher. Though I must confess, this whole employment process seems a bit wonky."

Mayor Mare sighed and browsed through some papers in front of her "Well, to be perfectly frank, it's only because we made some drastic changes to the education system, now that human families enlisted their kids to school. We had little time to come up with anything stable at the moment, so I can understand why you find the whole process fishy, though I promise you that there are no strings attached or catches." She concluded.

I nodded in understanding, though something still didn't add up "But the human immigration started some time ago, how come you still don't have a working system?"

"It's a work in progress." Cheerilee chimed in "It's true that we aren't fully prepared, but it was a lot worse at the very beginning. We made a lot of progress, extending the schoolhouse, and employing more teachers for certain subjects."

"Okay, I'm in."

"Wait, just like that?" said Mayor Mare in astonishment.

"Yeah, it's not like I have better options, and I'm not gonna decline a job offer when one is presented to me on a silver plate. I just hope the pay is good."

The slowly growing grin of Mayor Mare's increased by tenfold. I could almost see the waves of relief wash over her "Excellent, I'll have my assistant, Azar, to handle the paperwork. I just need you to sign a few things on your end of the contract and you can begin teaching by tomorrow." She then turned her attention towards Cheerilee "If you don't mind my dear, I'd like you to accompany Mr. Brindley here around the schoolhouse today, show him the ropes and such."

And with that said, I sighed whichever papers were slid towards me and bid farewell to Mayor Mare, exiting the town's hall and making my way towards the schoolhouse with a plum mare at my side.

"Say, Cheerilee…"

"Hmm, yes?"

"Just exactly why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Doing what?" she inquired, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"All of this," I said "I mean- we just met yesterday, and for a brief time, and yet you came to my aid. I simply don't bloody get that."

Cheerilee looked thoughtful for a few moments before shrugging "I don't know. You seem okay and you needed a job."

"You still haven't answered my question," I stated.

"Well, maybe it's because I don't need a reason." Cheerilee brushed her tail across my thighs, sending shivers up my spine. Any traces of shame were gone as her face turned sultry.

What am I gotten myself into…