Hayley instantly looked up, releasing her father’s penis to gape out the window at the man in the car next to their own. Even as she took in the man grinning at her, her father gasped and groaned, then she felt the thick wet venom shooting out of his bite, splashing her face, jets of it squirting up her cheeks and lips and all over her, so she was panting and gasping in it.
“Holy shit yeah!” She heard the ugly man shouting, unable to see from the venom coating her face. She felt her father driving the car again quickly, taking several sharp turns, before he stopped and helped her get some tissues to clean herself up.
***
“Okay, Hayley, perhaps I could talk to your father alone for a minute?” Sister Marjorie said sternly.
“Yes, Sister.” Hayley said sweetly, getting up and closing the door behind her. Bernie tried to keep his face calm as he returned the nun’s tight smile.
“So, Mr Holloway,” She started primly. “I can assure you that we’re not here because Hayley is in any trouble. I want to make that clear.”
“Very well.”
“Hayley is an exceptional student. She’s quite the star of the school, actually. Everyone loves your daughter.”
“I love her a lot myself.”
“The problem, Mr Holloway, is not her character,” The nun continued. “She is a lovely girl. Unfortunately, she is not doing so well with her grades.”
“I see.”
“We teach a very traditional education here, Mr Holloway. Many parents choose Mrs Strictland’s College for that very reason.”
“Yes, yes,” Bernie said. “It was why my wife chose it. My wife and I, I should say.”
“Yes,” The nun seemed encouraged. “Well, God chooses us all for different reasons, Mr Holloway, I honestly believe that. Hayley has many qualities that will ensure she is loved, as you yourself love her.”
I bet, Bernie thought. His cock still felt moist in his pants.
“But I’m afraid Hayley is not doing so well in her exams. I want to try and help Hayley by thinking about her education differently from other girls.”
“How so?” He asked, wondering if there was a wet patch on his crotch. Would he have to get up soon?
“I think book learning and examinations are not what Hayley responds best to. She is a physical girl, good at physical tasks. Have you noticed how physical your daughter is, Mr Holloway?”
“Yes,” He said. “Yes I have.”
“She’s a very physical young lady. I think examinations are causing her a lot of stress. I think it is manifesting itself physically.”
“How so?”
“Hayley has been having little pains a lot lately, Mr Holloway. Nothing serious, but she seems to be suffering tension in her lower back muscles. A few times in the past weeks she has seemed a little sore when sitting down.”
“I see.”
“She has also been having some tightness in he neck, and some sore throats.”
“I see. What, uh, what do you think is, uh, causing it?”
“Well,” The nun clapped her hands. “I think it is stress. Simply stress. Your daughter is having to take in some big loads. Swallow some big mouthfuls. Open herself up to some forceful expectations. Do you understand?”
“Um… no?”
“Tests, Mr Holloway. The end of school. The start of life. Examinations.”
“Ah, yes. Of course.” He gabbled, feeling himself sweating now.
“Hayley is a strong girl. She needs some strong love. Tough, deep, strong love.”
“Excuse me?”
“Physical, Mr Holloway. She’s physical.”
“I’m afraid I don’t follow you.”
The nun smiled, in a very condescending way. Bernie felt himself sweating even more freely.
“Hayley needs practical education. She needs to experience life and learn in a practical environment, not just from books. I think she can succeed in real life where she may not succeed in exams. In short, she needs a job, Mr Holloway.”
“A job?”
“Yes, you need to put her to work. It doesn’t need to be paid. Just a practical job in the real world.”
“Well, um, well,” Bernie said, his breath returning. “Yes, well, what did you have in mind?”
“Is there any chance she could work with you, Mr Holloway? What do you do?”
“I’m in advertising,” He answered. “With Corby & Dean.”
“So, an office environment?”
He nodded.
“Excellent. Is there any chance you could take on Hayley, even for a few days, unpaid? Say, have her as a secretary, or a personal assistant?”
Bernie goggled at the nun, his mouth opened to speak, but only a little hiss escaped him.
“Mr Holloway?” She asked, frowning.
“Yes? Um, yes. Yes of course. I’m sure no-one would mind. Yes. So, um, I’d have Hayley. In my office. All day. Me and her, in the office, all day. Yes.”