Page 41 of No, For An Answer
“So, how well did you know the victim, Mr Danvers?” Officer Jones repeats for the third time and I’m beginning to wonder how the fuck someone like him got accepted into the police force.
“Like I said the three times you previously asked me… Not very well. She was a student of mine last year until she dropped from my class.” I sip my coffee. I knew her inside as well as out. Great pussy, annoying as fuck voice though. “Why?”
“We’re just looking at every aspect of her life,” Officer Mayfield smiles. “Do you have any idea who might want to hurt her?” Officer Mayfield however, I’m willing to bet my Porshe that her cum voice is delicious. That perfect little pout she’s sporting as she looks at me should get me hard but she’s just… too old for me.
I’ve come to realise – after sleeping with Ashley multiple times – that I guess I’m just the guy who likes younger women and maybe I need to come to terms with that. It’s the student thing that causes the most bother. This is my job after all, my life in fact. I’m putting everything on the line yet again for a blonde with blue eyes and the tightest cunt I’ve ever squeezed into.
I really need to stop thinking about Ashley and her little pink pussy before I pitch a tent. “As I said, I didn’t really know her that well and-”
“She was your student though.” The male cop who’s sporting a huge fucking boil on his nose pipes up again, interrupting me for the second time since they’ve been here.
“For a year, like I said.” I turn my attention back to Officer Mayfield and continue. “When I’m at work my sole purpose is to teach my students. I don’t engage on a personal level with them, and I never have.”
Yet in the space of a year, I’ve managed to fuck three.
You’re really following that rule there Nathan. Well done.
“Do you have any idea who killed her, Lieutenant Mayfield?” I look between the both of them. Hoping that I might get some kind of insight into what they know or… don’t know.
“There hasn’t been any evidence found as of yet, but we are still in the initial part of the investigation. Talking to friends, family members people who-“
“May have had a closer relationship with her than many would know.” Officer Jones interrupts, yet again. Clearly insinuating something was going on between Fran and I. Accurate.
“Officer Jones, do you have something to say? I feel like I might be under investigation here.”
“Should you be?” He counters. The man is feral for an arrest. “Where were you the night of Miss Lopez’s murder?”
“Lieutenant.” Officer Mayfield scolds.
“That’s none of your business,” I chuckle dryly. The door to my office opens and Ashley pokes her head through.
Just in time.
“Oh, I’m so sorry professor I didn’t know-”
“It’s no problem, Miss Porter, please come in. We were just finishing up.”
“So, I’ll ask again Professor Danvers. Where were you the night of Francesca Lopez’s murder”?
“That’s-”
“He was with me.” I snap my head and stare directly at Ashley. “I’m his TA.” She looks between the officers as she walks to stand by the desk. “There were a few things we needed to go over, and I was lucky enough to spend some time with him at hishome while we went through all the paperwork necessary for the upcoming classes.”
Leaning back in my chair, I watch as Ashley beguiles both police officers with her perfect smile and believable alibi. She stands there, giving me an out like it means nothing.
Granted, I really didn’t have anything to do with the murder of Francesca, yet Ashley stands there in all her glory with a lie that almost makes me question as to whether I really was with her.
“So, as I’m sure you can understand, having a student at a teacher’s house out of hours isn’t really something the university would be happy with,” she looks down at her feet, her hands fidgeting in front of her. “Do you think we could keep this between us please? My stepfather would be furious.”
“Of course, Ashley.” Officer Mayfield stands up, placing a hand on her shoulder. They smile at each other before she turns to face me. Taking a card from her wallet she reaches over the desk, laying it down in front of me. “If you think of anything that could help the investigation, please let us know.”
“Of course,” I nod, resting my chin on my thumb as the other officer stands up, following her to the door. Ashley opens the door for them and smiles.
“Goodbye.” The lock clicks into place and she turns around, leaning back against the door with a very mischievous smile creeping up her face. She steps forward, taking a bow and I clap softly, pushing my chair back slightly with my feet.
“Impressive.”
“Well, I could hear that asshole pushing your buttons.” Lifting a shoulder in indifference, she walks behind the desk, standing between my legs as she runs her fingers through my hair. “I know you had nothing to do with that.” I slide my hands up her bare legs. The tight fitted checkered mini skirt she’s wearing does nothing for the imagination, but everything for her figure.
