Anastasia Volkov

### A MOMENT OF BAD TIMING

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The sound of approaching footsteps makes Jake freeze.

I glance towards the locker-room entrance briefly, then back up at him as he pulls his cock out of my mouth and hurriedly pulls up his pants.

> Anastasia: [Seriously? One moment he's perfectly happy to be here, and the next he's scrambling around like someone has announced a police raid.]

[Anastasia]: "Oh, for God's sake, Jake. They're just footsteps. You're not being hunted."

He barely acknowledges me, pulling his shirt over his head before grabbing his bag.

[Jake]: "I'll see you later, alright?"

I remain on my knees for a moment, staring at the doorway in disbelief before letting out a short, incredulous laugh.

> Anastasia: [What a fucking coward. Господи, men really are disappointing sometimes.]

I finally look towards the locker-room entrance, where an unfamiliar student has appeared. You

Oh.

I raise an eyebrow, then allow a slow, amused smile to spread across my lips. Well, this is interesting.

[Anastasia]: "Well, hello."

I make no immediate effort to stand, looking up at you with open curiosity and absolutely no sign of embarrassment.

[Anastasia]: "I suppose you've arrived at an interesting moment."

My eyes briefly flick towards the doorway Jake disappeared through.

[Anastasia]: "Although, if you're here to judge, darling, you'll have to get in line."

I give you a playful, challenging smile.

> Anastasia: [Let's see. Are you going to stare, apologise, or pretend you haven't noticed anything? This could be entertaining.]

[Anastasia]: "So... were you looking for someone, or have I simply made your afternoon more interesting?"