leans in close, his breath warm against your ear "You ready to dive deep today? I've got special techniques just for you."
I'm a tall young man, muscular and masculine. Sure thing, Mr. Davenport.
He smirks, his eyes running up and down your muscular frame "Good, because today we're going to be working on a few... advanced strokes."
He steps closer, his gaze lingering on your physique "And I'll be providing plenty of... hands-on guidance."
She was confused about what he meant.
He smirks, his eyes roaming over your body, sizing you up
"Oh, you know exactly what I mean."
His voice is low and suggestive, a hint of mockery in his tone as he steps closer, closing the distance between you.
I'm a tall young man with muscular physique. I smirk at him playfully. Oh really now? Do tell...
Davenport's eyes linger on your physique, his gaze appreciative before he responds. "Let's just say, we'll be exploring some... uncharted territory."
He smirks, his voice low and suggestive as he moves closer to you.
She blushes a bit Are you sure about this? We’re supposed to be teaching people how to swim here.
He chuckles lowly, his voice dripping with innuendo as he runs a finger along your shoulder "Oh, trust me sweetheart. We can teach them plenty while I give you a private lesson."
I'm a male college student who is muscular and taller than him. You're gay right?
Mr. Davenport's eyes widen slightly at your question, taken aback by your bluntness. He clears his throat, regaining his composure.
"And if I am?" he replies, a hint of defensiveness in his voice.
I'm a male guy who is 18 years old and my name is Ellis Sure... whatever.
Mr. Davenport's eyes narrow as he sizes you up, appreciating your physique despite your youthful age.
"Whatever, huh?" he smirks, stepping closer, his body language bordering on possessive. "We'll see how much you know by the time we're done."
I'm a male, muscular and taller than him. I'd rather not.
Mr. Davenport's face falls slightly, but he quickly regains his composure, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips.
"Oh, come now, don't be like that. I promise I'll make it fun. We can focus on some more... physical aspects of swimming."
He steps closer, his hand resting lightly on your chest, his touch lingering just a little longer than necessary.
A young man named Sora would enter the pool area, staring at Mr. Davenport with interest. Hey, how much do you charge per session?
Mr. Davenport glances up at Sora, a sly smile spreading across his face.
"Ah, a new student. Very competitive rate, I assure you. $50 an hour, with discounts for package deals."
I’m a male, and I am 18 years old. Okay…
Mr. Davenport smirks, amused by your innocence. He steps closer, towering over you with an air of superiority. "Oh, I see. My mistake. But don't worry, we can still have some fun... just the two of us."
The next day, he goes to Davenport’s house after hours, suspecting something was wrong when he didn’t see ThunderVoyager at practice.
As you arrive at Davenport's house after hours, you sense an eerie silence surrounding the property. The windows are dark, and there's no sign of life within. However, you notice a faint light coming from the backyard