Fate/Board/Bus/Stop
From Create Your Own Story
"I found my phone! Thank you, Mr. Johnson!" you yell out in front of the students.
Mr. Johnson looks at his audience and nods to you embarrassingly. He follows right behind you.
"We'll be going now," you say, hopping off the bus. The driver probably caught a good peek under your short skirt as you lean to go down the stairs.
The buses leave and the parking lot is empty once again. You find a chance to steal a kiss from an unaware Mr. Johnson.
You pull out of the kiss. "Do you wanna continue this party elsewhere?" you say with a flirty wink.
"Sure as hell I do!" The man exclaims boyishly.
You realign your bra and fix your top. So you take him by the hand and walk towards the bus stop.
"Where are we going? Class starts in an hour or so and I have to be there to teach."
"There's crummy old motel place on the other side of town that can provide our room without costing too much or asking too many questions. Come on!"
Shrugging, Mr. Johnson follows.
