"Yes, Mr Donald."

I leaned back in my chair and stretched my arms behind my head, easing the cramp that had developed during the afternoon. Jay Thomas. I was looking forward to seeing this young boy again. Several weeks ago at the school's swimming carnival he had been pointed out to me by his teacher. He was a boy from a very poor family but was excelling in his work at school and she felt he deserved special attention from me. When I saw him, I couldn't have agreed more. He was gorgeous.

He was wearing only his speedos and I caught my breath as I gazed down from the stands to where he stood waiting his turn to race. He was blonde and tanned, his slim body beautifully proportioned and completely smooth; and the front of his bathers bulged suggesting a nice little bundle of boyhood held within them. His legs were long and slender and his feet strong looking and broad. I only managed a quick appraisal before other students moved in blocking my view, but that was enough.

Over the next couple of weeks I made a point of seeing Jay both in class and out, striking up a friendship with the lad, encouraging him in his work and offering myself if ever he needed help or support. We had got to the point where I could put my arm around him or touch or hug him in a friendly way and he seemed to like that contact. At times I even thought he looked for that and I could feel him leaning in to me when we were alone. I became quite infatuated with the boy and kept trying to think of a way I could go much further in our relationship, how I could get to see him naked, maybe touch him intimately and have him touch me. I thought he would not reject sexual advances from me, but I couldn't work out a way to initiate it.

Then, yesterday, his teacher had spoken to me about him again. She was concerned as he was evidently unable to afford to go on her class camp and she thought he would benefit greatly by attending. She wanted me to help out, if I could. I told her to send Jay to me this afternoon and I would see what I could do. What an opportunity she had given me!

"Come in," I called, my heart beginning to beat more rapidly in anticipation. I had plans for young Jay and I only hoped he was desperate enough for money to do what I was going to suggest.

The boy poked his head around the corner before entering, then came in and stood before my desk. I took in his tousled blonde hair, his bright red eyes, slightly upturned nose, full lips and gleaming white teeth and the smooth unblemished skin of a preteen boy. Jay was eleven. He was wearing his school uniform which, because we lived in a tropical climate, consisted of an open-necked red short-sleeved shirt, grey boxer shorts, short white socks and black leather shoes.

My eyes travelled down his slender body, glancing at his groin and able to see the bulge of his boyhood behind the tight front of his shorts which caused my own organ to stir. I had to drag my eyes away and followed his slender smooth legs down to his feet, disappointed they were so fully covered, yet pleased at the way he stood with them slightly apart, his bodyweight balanced as though ready to move either way if he had to. He had an air of confidence about him, almost a bravado, an awareness of his impact, especially on someone like me.

I brought my eyes back to his face and found him staring at me, a slightly nervous smile on his lips. I guess he wondered why I had summoned him to my office so I thought I'd better explain to put him at ease.

"Ah, Jay. Nice to see you. Just relax. I wanted to have a chat with you." He still stood rather tensely, so I stood up and walked around my desk as I spoke. "Miss Gallen told me you were having trouble raising the money for your camp. Is that so?" He nodded and relaxed slightly and I sat myself on the edge of my desk just in front of him and continued. "I would like to help out, if I could. I have a way for you to earn some money, if you are interested."

He looked at me and I could see he was interested and he nodded.

"Yeah, sure, Mr Donald," he said. "I really want to go on the camp and I'd do anything to get the money."

"Anything?" I asked him, letting my smile and voice suggest that what I had in mind might be beyond him. I could see by his eyes he had realised I had challenged him and he looked at me intently. I just looked back at him, a smile on my lips.

"Yeah," he finally said, "Anything."

"Do you mean that, Jay? Would you do anything to get that money?"

"Yes. I would. I really want to go."

"Even if it was something, er, out of the ordinary? Something only between you and me?" I persisted. I could tell he was intrigued and felt confident my proposal would be accepted.

"I said yes, didn't I?" he responded, a note of defiance creeping into his voice. "What do you want me to do? I'm not chicken," he added.

"I want you to dance for me," I said.

"Dance? ... Just dance?" He was surprised.

"A little bit more than ‘just dance', but that's about it. And you can earn yourself fifty dollars."

At that, his eyes widened and I knew I had him. "For fifty bucks I'd dance any way you want, Mr Donald." He was smiling.