The coach, a predator in plain sight, corners the teen girl in his office, his eyes gleaming with lust and greed. "You took the money, didn't you?" he growls, advancing on her. She denies it, but her cheeks flush with guilt and something else - excitement. He grabs her, pressing his body against hers, his arousal evident. "I'm not a pervert," he hisses, "I just know a good thing when I see it." He grinds against her, his hands exploring her young body, making her gasp and moan despite herself. This isn't right, she knows, but her body betrays her, yearning for more of the coach's taboo touch.