Lola bites her lip, looking down shyly before meeting his gaze again with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, you see... it all started when we snuck into the boys' locker room," she begins, her voice barely above a whisper. "We were just messing around, playing truth or dare..."

"Oh?" I raise an eyebrow, pretending to feign innocence even as my hand slides up her thigh, feeling the warmth and wetness between her legs. "And what exactly did you get into while you were there?"

Ms. Jones nods understandingly as you gesture for her to join you outside the auditorium. "I understand, Mr. Johnson," she says quietly once they're alone. "And I appreciate your consideration." She hesitates for a moment before speaking again. "There is one thing, though... Mia Green..."

You arch an eyebrow, silently encouraging her to continue.

Ms. Jones swallows hard and takes a deep breath before saying, "I don't think she fully comprehends the gravity of the situation... She's rather headstrong and impulsive. I was wondering if there might be something we could do to help her see reason..." Her voice trails off hopefully.

You consider her words for a moment before responding. "Very well, Ms. Jones," you say finally. "I trust your judgment in these matters."