The Slow and Steady Corruption of Our Dear Ms. Thompson
 

An idea I had for erotica some time ago that I decided to pick up again. Do enjoy. Maybe.

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Intro: First Encounter

I watched the slow and steady corruption of Georgina Thompson with my own eyes. A timid woman like her should have never taken up a job at St. Maria High School. Sure, it sounded innocent enough, an all-girl Catholic school, but very often were the characters of our little sisterhood called into question.
It was on a Thursday that I began to notice the change in our homeroom teacher's behavior. It’d been raining all week and so at first I thought nothing of it. Plenty of people acted strange in bad weather. She was easily startled, scatterbrained, and often lost her train of thought completely. It started to seem like it was her nature to be so clumsy. I ignored her, sitting at the back of the class with my friends talking about this and that.

“Man, I’d just love to be fucked, y’know?” I told Vanessa. “Not just having sex, I want to be fucking drilled. Raped, even!”
Nessa toyed with her wavy brown hair that I was so jealous of. “I’unno, A.J., most guys want to ravage an innocent girl and you’re too…well, forward.”
“Bullshit!” I slammed my fist on the table and startled her. “It’s not fair, virgins get all the fun!”

There were other girls around us, talking among themselves about similar things. Sex, drugs, booze – it was a typical day at St. Maria.
“I just want to feel the soft caress of a woman’s beautiful fingers.” Nessa was always the sweet one, a lesbian who longed for the soft, romantic love-making that made me gag.

“Fingers like Henrietta’s?” I teased, pointing out the beautifully blonde classmate that Nessa had been crushing on since grade 10. “I don’t know, Ness, I mean I do love a woman’s soft body, but god help me all I want is to feel my pussy stretched and churned by a huge, throbbing cock!”

“What about a dickgirl?” I could hear Beth giggling from a couple of tables over. She was by herself, but obviously interested in our conversation. “Only in a dream, right?”

“Man!” I groaned. “If only! If I ever found myself one of those, I’d lock us in a closet and ride her cock until I died!”

Suddenly, there was a slam and some shuffling. Ms. Thompson shot for the door and ran out into the hallway, holding her stomach all the while. Beth rolled her eyes.
“That woman doesn’t belong here. Every free period she gets sick just from listening to us and runs to the bathroom to barf.”

A girl squealed from the front of the classroom. “Eww! The teacher’s seat is wet!” she said.
“Do you think she’s on her period?” one girl whispered. “Maybe she’s horny!” another laughed.

“I suppose someone should go check up on her.” Nessa looked at me.
“Alright, alright…” I sighed and stood up. “I’ve got to take a piss anyway.”

I left the class to gossip amongst themselves. The bathroom was only a short walk away from the classroom and from behind the door I could hear a toilet flush. It swung open and Ms. Thompson, without looking, smacked right into me. She found her face smashed square between my tits.

“M-my god!” she cried and jumped away, “I’m so, so sorry!”

“S’ok.” I shrugged. Her face, flushed red with embarrassment, was pretty cute when I looked closely. “I’m kinda tall and you’re kinda short, so…”
There was silence. Ms. Thompson busied her hands in smoothing out the wrinkles in her plain gray skirt.

“Well I’ve gotta pee, so…if you’re alright…” I gestured for the woman to move out of the way. With an awkwardly polite smile Ms. Thompson stepped to the side and I went about my business. That was the end of our first encounter.

Part I: Secrets

There was something about the girls’ room. The uncomfortable chill of the toilet seat—the graffiti scrawled on the back of the stall door—the frigid silence just waiting to be broken…

It’d been two weeks already, but my mind had been impregnated with thoughts of Ms. Thompson since the day she bumped into me. My skin burned where her face planted against my breasts. It wasn’t long after that I wished I could’ve kept her there. I wanted to trap her. I wanted to slip my hands down her skirt and manipulate the petite and fragile body she hid beneath those plain teacher’s clothes.

“A dirty lie,” I told myself. My fingers were already slick with my own fluids as they teased my dripping cunt. I was really a joke; a vulnerable little bitch, submitting to my fantasies as I parted those lips and churned my own pussy. I needed to be punished. It was me who wanted to be trapped, violated.
My middle fingers thrust along the walls of my throbbing cunt. My skin tore under the bite of my nails against my thigh as my thumb worked that sensitive little button and I lost myself in a—ah—a-ahnn!

I was a mess. Hunched over, sticky with my own fluid, skirt hitched up to my waist, tangy beads of blood trickling down my thigh, the rise and fall of my chest, the trembling of my traumatized body…
“What is it about that woman?” My defeated cry resonated throughout the bathroom. In those two weeks, I realized Ms. Thompson had become the witch that hexed me.



“Damn, A.J., where you been?” Beth called me out.

All cleaned up, I sat down behind Nessa, who was twirling her hair as usual. This time, she wore a pretty blue bow in it.

“In the bathroom, where else?” I snorted.

“Not just today, smartass, all week! You just get up and leave class like you’re some hot shit!”

Nessa quit playing with her hair and pressed her fists up into her cheeks. “It’s true…as soon as class starts, you leave. What’s up with that?”

“Sorry, Ness, I’m just…on my period, y’know?” I waved my hand as if to wave the tension away between us. Nessa was like a sister. I couldn’t have her upset, but at the same time, I couldn’t tell her what I was really thinking about.

“Damn, ever heard of birth control?” Beth jabbed my shoulder and crouched down next to us. “Must be a pretty bad flow if you’ve gotta leave so often.”

My eyes rolled lazily in their sockets. “I don’t want to hear that shit from a girl who’s had two abortions all before her nineteenth birthday.”

With a tap on the blackboard and the clearing of her throat, Ms. Thompson made her presence known at the front of the class. I watched with intent, having noted her strange behavior over the two weeks. By then, even the other girls had noticed. Her face flushed easily with eye contact and she often pulled down at her skirt when she was nervous. Otherwise, she kept her hands at stomach height, fingers interlaced, with just a note of trembling. However, when our eyes met, she would lose composure completely. A look of mischief would settle on my face knowing those rosy cheeks were for me.

She cleared her throat again and began with the morning announcements. First was a reminder not to throw cigarettes in the school trash bins. The principal was pretty furious after last month’s fire. After that came lists of upcoming quizzes and assessments. The gym teacher was out on maternity leave and as a result we would be granted an extra study period. The lunch orders were mixed up so instead of Pizza Tuesday, we would have fish fillets.

“In addition, I…” eyes downcast, Ms. Thompson busied her hands with rearranging items on her desk. “…I’ll be taking an extended leave. Your substitute teacher, Mrs. Bell, will begin on Friday.”

There was no reaction from the class. Not that I blamed them – why would they care? It was only my chest that tightened a little, and even I couldn’t imagine why.

After lunch, I was on Ms. Thompson’s trail like a bloodhound. I finally found her walking out of the principal’s office, fiddling with her watch. It looked as though the clasp wouldn’t stay. By the time she looked up to find me towering over her, I’d snatched the watch from her wrist and hid it behind my back.

“Stop it!” she begged, “That’s my grandmother’s watch!”

“I’ll give it back if you tell me why you’re leaving.”

“That’s none of your business, so give it back!”

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll crush it.” I was serious.

The poor woman’s lips tensed as obvious tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
“You students are so rowdy – that’s why I’m leaving. I’m going to find a job elsewhere where students behave. Now, give me back my watch or else I’ll have you suspended!”

I understood. I handed back her watch and watched as Ms. Thompson stormed away. I understood, but I didn’t believe her. If only the girls’ behaviors were what chased her away, she wouldn’t have waited that long. She had already been a teacher there for several months – none of our teachers had stayed that long. I followed Ms. Thompson back to her classroom. I had to know what she was really thinking.

"I'm sorry, I--I just can't, Lisa..." I found Ms. Thompson, hunched over in a corner, phone pressed to her ear. She continued her conversation in a panicked whisper. "No...no. I just can't. I thought this immersion thing would be good for me, but..."
She turned, putting me at risk of being caught. I skittered into the classroom, keeping slyly out of view.

"I'm bound to get found out at this point. Uh huh. Mhm..."

Lisa continued on the other end. I listened to the one-sided conversation for another ten minutes before the flip-phone quickly clapped shut and Ms. Thompson spun around.

"Shit..." I muttered. My teacher's eyes widened like a deer in headlights. She stumbled back. Evidently I heard a conversation I wasn't meant to hear.

"H-how rude!" She crossed her arms over her chest and pressed her back as firmly as she could into the corner, distancing herself from me as much as possible.

"So? What are you trying to hide?" She was vulnerable. I could sense it. My feet moved toward her, carrying the rest of me along before I even realized it. I found myself hovering over the petite brunette, staring down her nose and at her lips that tightened whenever she was afraid.

"I-in the first place, why are you so interested in my personal life?!" She pressed her hands into me to shove me away. It got her nowhere, as she retracted them almost instantly after having received two heaping handfuls of my breasts.

A smirk curled at the corners of my mouth as I could feel something snap in me. With a fistful of my teacher's hair, I tugged her head back, leering over her little body, dragging my fingers along the milky surface of her soft, smooth jawline.

"Because I'm bored." I spaced the words out, each one softer than the last. My voice had lowered, sweetly, softly, yet somehow laced with menace, firm like my grip, hot like her skin, I whispered, "Do you think I'd be screwing around here, with you, if I had better things to do? A prissy little virgin like yourself."

I shook my head sympathetically. "But I'll be leaving this joint soon. Senior year, y'know? It's a whirlwind."

Ms. Thompson gulped, I watched the muscles slowly work down her neck into her rising and falling chest.

"So, teacher... Why don't you give me something good to remember this shithole by?"

A scream. I silenced it with a hand clapped over her face before it could ever leave her pretty, pink lips. She clawed at my arm, leaving red welts in the wake of her manicured nails.

I laughed. "What are you going to do? Scream for help? Do you think anyone here gives a shit?" I released her mouth only to steal a kiss, swiping my tongue over the roof of her mouth and pausing to rendezvous with her tongue.
"Don't you know why we get away with so much shit here? All the staff lower their heads and pretend not to notice, lest any one of them falls victim."

But, seeing as Ms. Thompson simply wouldn't listen to reason, my hand was back over her mouth. "You'll just be another mouth for 'em to bribe."

Ms. Thompson continued to put up a fight, beating at my arm with her free hand and scratching at my face. I winced, but somehow, it felt good. I thought back to all the times I hid in the bathroom, wishing it was her pussy I was violating--wishing she would violate me. Thinking about her slender fingers, her tight waist, her small perky breasts, and what might be hiding beneath that plain gray skirt...

Good. Struggle. I began to scare even myself. If there was one crime I'd never committed, it was rape. All I could think was how much I craved to touch her, to know what she felt like...

It didn't even matter to me anymore. I removed my hand from her mouth, expecting her to scream right away as I shoved at her chest and pinned her to the wall, hiking up her skirt for a peek...

But a scream never came. Before I knew it, the tears of my innocent teacher were running down my hand as she broke into sobs.
"Please..." she cried, "If--if you were to see it I'd be so embarrassed that I could die..."

At first I couldn't for the life of me understand what she was going on about, but soon, as my hand began to venture mindlessly down her cherry print panties, all was too late as I quickly came to understand Ms. Thompson's secret.

Slowly, I removed my hand, yet her panties continued to stretch over a mass that protruded from between her legs. Ms. Thompson continued to sob, squeezing her thighs together as a semi erection threatened the fabric.

"Whoa..." I stood, mouth agape at the revelation set before me. "You're a...a..."

Still, even then, I wouldn't have dreamed of how important that piece of information would be in the future destruction of sweet Ms. Thompson's character.

Part II: Blackmail


The bell rang.

"I--I have a meeting!!"

I shifted to the side as Ms. Thompson skirted around me and made a break for the door. It was time for me to go as well. I lumbered across the classroom after her. Next class was English. Then Independent Study. Ms. Thompson had a penis. A penis. A fucking penis.

I could feel the blood drain from my head. Who'd have thought she was packing in that tiny body of hers? No matter what, I just had to tell someone. Nessa? Beth? I sighed. I kind of wanted to see it again...

Come to think of it, I still could'a fucked her, I mused. I've never screwed a trans girl before...

My head was riddled with curiosity as I somehow made it through the mid-class traffic and sank down into my seat in Mr. What's-his-face's class. Who gave a fuck, anyway? Ms. Thompson had a fucking dick!!

The girls around me chattered loudly. The English teacher was one who'd long ago come to terms with our behavior. He sat at the front of the room, legs crossed, a cig pinched between his fingers. With a long drag and a puff of smoke, he shot a glare towards the door.

"You're late," he barked at Beth, who'd just tried creeping in unnoticed.

"Damn," Beth hissed.

She slunk to a seat next to me where she dumped a girl out of the occupied chair. The girl stood up and sneered at Beth, who glared at her with a ferocity that even I wouldn't dare touch. With at least half a brain to gauge the situation, the girl's shoulders dropped and she backed down, quickly retreating to the back of the classroom.

"Damn Mr. Lovett's such a hardass," Beth sighed. "I'll have to negotiate with him later."

"Beth," I spoke up, "You know what you were saying earlier about dickgirls?"

Beth laughed. "It's impossible and you know it - trans girls aren't allowed at St. Maria."

"But what if I saw one?"

Beth's jaw dropped to her desk and she leaned into me, keeping her voice at barely above a whisper. "No way? Who? Who?!"

"Ms. Thompson. She has a dick, Beth."

"No fucking way!" Beth patted me on the shoulder. "You totally bedded that prude?! No wonder you've been weird all week! PMS my ass!"

"I didn't fuck her, but I did manage to see her hardon before class. She's totally a trans."

"Oh my god!" Beth squealed with excitement. "I want to see! You have to show me!"

"Well, I--"

"Alice Jeanette Santos?" A body loomed over me and as I whipped around see, I realized it was just Mr. Lovett. He handed me a pink note, the kind our teachers usually wrote detention notices on. "This came for you from your homeroom teacher."

Beth snickered. "Bitch, if you actually assaulted her, I wouldn't doubt that's a notice for expulsion!"

As Mr. Lovett returned to his lazy post, I unfolded the note and read its contents.

You and I need to discuss what you saw. Return to my classroom after school.

I shook my head. "She wants to talk to me."

"Sweet!" Beth hooted. "Take me with you!"

"Why should I?" I clicked my tongue at her.

"Aw, c'mon, please?"

I sighed. Why did I ever tell Beth anything?

I like it so far cant wait to read what happens next

"Hello, A.J., I--" Ms. Thompson glanced at Beth, who peeked giddily from behind me. "Ah...why is Bethany Nelson here?"

I shrugged. "I told her what I saw. She wants to see it, too." I decided to be direct.

We were actually quite a bit late meeting with Ms. Thompson. As I waited for Beth outside the classroom, I considered my position - what I knew, what could happen if others knew. I approached the teacher's desk and plopped my pantied ass on its surface ruffling my uniform skirt as I crossed my legs. My breasts nearly spilled out from my button-down shirt as I leaned sideways into Ms. Thompson, who sat stiff in her black office chair, tugging nervously at her skirt, just as she did whenever she was nervous.

"Y-you told her about it?" A look of fear struck her face as she peered over her shoulder to where Beth had taken post behind her, closing her in between the two of us.
"That's precisely what I wanted to discuss with you! I didn't think you'd go off to immediately inform the whole school!"

I dug a finger in my ear, annoyed by her whining in that stupid teacher's tone. "I only told Beth," I said. "But I could tell others. I missed the part where your reputation was my problem. It takes a lot to keep the gossip mill from turning, you know?"

Beth, keeping the most silent she'd ever been since I met her, crossed her arms over her chest, stealing glances at Ms. Thompson's skirt as she tapped her foot impatiently. I rolled my eyes. She may as well have just said, Let's see that cock!

Ms. Thompson clenched her fist over her chest, her arm nestled firmly between her cleavage as she locked eyes with me and shivered under my glare. "Are--are you blackmailing me?"

"Not quite," I said coolly, easing up and resting my hands on the table's edge. "I'm offering a deal. If your secret matters that much to you, perhaps you should take it."

I watched her sigh, a deep, heavy puff of air that told me: I caught her. I couldn't help but smile, deciding came across something interesting today.

"What do you want?" Ms. Thompson cleared her throat in a feeble attempt to speak with authority, despite her losing position. "Grades? Recommendation letters? It seems I won't be transferring from here as soon as I thought, so...I want to keep it as painless as possible."

"Those are a good start." I turned over and stretched my body across her desk. My belly crumpled her papers and my legs swung in the air behind me as I propped my head up with my elbow. Beth was about ready to burst as she reached out and took hold of Ms. Thompson's arms, pinning them down at their sides, widening the teacher's v-neck blouse by just a few inches as she pulled down at her sleeves.

My left hand ventured up her skirt over her tightly clenched thighs as large beads of sweat began to coat her forehead.

"Wh-what are you..." Ms. Thompson swallowed hard.

"Won't you show it to me again? Teacher?"

Despite Beth's looks, she was actually very strong. Ms. Thompson struggled against her grip to no avail as I flipped up her skirt and tugged at her panties.

"P-please don't..." Tears began to form at the corners of her tightly shut eyes. I wondered, if she opened them, perhaps then she would see the color in my cheeks as I realized just how cute my teacher was when she was being violated.

Even without my help, the outline of Ms. Thompson's dick was perfectly visible through the fabric. She was becoming firm yet again, to which Beth squealed with excitement.

"Wow!" she said, reaching out to drag her soft, slender fingers across the large bulge. "That is one of the biggest I've seen! Why would you want to give this up for a vagina?!"

Indeed, as Beth's fingers tickled her shaft, Ms. Thompson's huge cock continued to grow. Its uncircumcised tip peeked out the waistband of her panties and her shaft throbbed hungrily, greedy for contact. A mortified Ms. Thompson continued to struggle, flailing one arm while the other twisted in a desperate attempt to pull her skirt down and hide her erection.

"Say, do you think this is why she's always running off to the bathroom in the middle of class?" Beth mused as she pinned down Ms. Thompson's arm again.

I laughed at the thought. "Maybe!" I drew a moan out of her as I slipped my hand over her cock and felt all the way down to her swelling balls. "That's quite perverted, Ms. Thompson. All this time, you were getting hard in the presence of high school girls. You could get fired, you know?"

"N-no..." She winced as her cock twitched violently. "I...I didn't mean to..."

The sound of her voice made me shiver. The tip of my tongue slipped between my teeth and rested just behind my bottom lip. She's turning me on, I thought as my back arched...my ass inched up in the air. I eyed that small, squirming body which Beth held so easily. And that cock...

"Mmnn..."

It snapped again: the urge within me to take sweet Ms. Thompson by force. I slipped my hand over her cock and watched it throb and stress her panties as her balls grew even more fat. Beth watched, entranced, as her hands snaked towards Ms. Thompson's breasts. Now that I thought about it, they were a bit on the small side, but her nipples seemed hard as rocks as her body became stiff, unable to fight off the erection her disobedient little schoolgirls were giving her.

"Didn't mean to?" I laughed. "Even right now, you're awfully turned on, aren't you? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if people knew about this problem of yours?"

"It's...it's..." She whined as my hand disappeared beneath her undies, causing extra lumps to form between my fingers mingling with her balls."Ah...I like it..."

No soon as the words slipped between her breathy moans and struggling sighs, Ms. Thompson's hands clamped over her mouth. Terror filled her eyes, and I could only imagine it was for the mischief that filled mine.

Slowly, my hand pulled away from her panties as I straddled her hips, sandwiching her cock between us, feeling its shaft burn and throb between my legs as I combed my fingers through my teacher's hair.

"This is how it's going to go down..."

Her frail little body and that monstrous member dangling ironically between her legs - they belonged to Beth and me, and we made her aware of it. We would have her when we wanted, where we wanted, and if she had a peep of complaint, well...

"...then don't blame us if some other girls start to question your mid-class bathroom runs." I laid a finger on my pouty lips, feigning a doe-eyed expression as Ms. Thompson seemed to finally grasp what kind of situation she was in. "We're your insurance."

Our teacher nodded. How could she not? She came to our saintly little school to try and overcome her weakness and found herself in a position like this...things were no longer hers to control.

Still, I found it a bit odd that she had taken things so obediently, considering the circumstances. I expected more of a fight.

But, my pondering was cut short as Beth shoved me aside and fell to her knees between Ms. Thompson's thighs.

"...the hell?!" I winced as my ass made collision with the floor.

"I've waited long enough, don't you think?" Beth giggled with a wink and a coy tap to her chin before handling our teacher's cock which had just begun to shrink--probably with fear.

But, no, Beth wouldn't have that. She sprang it free of its cloth prison and began to work at it, tickling the underside of her shaft with her tongue as she worked her palm around the tip. The girl was magical. It didn't take long for Ms. Thompson's dick to rage with lust. And, Ms. Thompson, helpless on the other end, reached out to stroke Beth's hair as mindless babble dribbled from her lips.

"Ah...no...if you do that, I'll...p-please..."

Beth paused, lowering her hands for the icy glare that shot like needles into Ms. Thompson's eyes. Even I shivered, feeling the chill as I watched. She didn't falter. Out of the two of us, it was clear...Beth was more intimidating.

"You'll what?" she growled.

"Ah..." Ms. Thompson continued to shrink into her chair under the weight of Beth's presence. "I'll...I'll...c-cum..."

Schflp...

Already, the tip had disappeared into Beth's mouth.

"Try it and see what happens," she gurgled between breaths.

I watched Ms. Thompson's cock slide deeper, deeper... bunching in Beth's throat, making her gag, yet she continued on, leaving behind a slick coat of saliva as she finally pulled up and moved on to those balls that seemed as though they would burst at any minute. Her tongue poked and prodded, slithering between and around each testicle, pressing her face into Ms. Thompson's crotch...it was like she meant to suck the sperm right out of them. Trails of precum dripped onto her cheek and she paused each time to gather the slippery stuff on her finger and suck it off with content.

A satisfied sigh expelled from her lungs, a stark contrast to the frantic rising and falling of Ms. Thompson's chest as she, in that crumpled, disheveled state, tried desperately to grasp at some kind of composure.

"A.J.!" Beth said, swiping her mouth over her arm to dry the spit and sweat that gathered around her lips. "You have got to try this!"

I stood up, and promptly tugged at my own panties. I wasn't much for blowjobs, and I thought about it as I watched that poor cock struggle against Beth's firm grip at its base, but I could think of a few things I wanted to try. Ms. Thompson's leaden eyes were fixed on me, clearly far too overcome and trembling with seduction to even fight anymore. Her arms hung limp at either side and her legs quivered at the soft caress of my warm pussy lips as I parted my legs and threatened her cock with my tight, slippery hole.

"You're devils," she uttered bitterly, a betrayal to the body language that invited us desperately.

With a sly grin and the working of my hips, I dipped myself further down, enveloping her with my cunt, pricking her nipples with my own bobbing tits as I pulled up, and worked back down...and up...and again...

this is awesome!

Ummm, ............

Is something the matter?

She liked it. No, she loved it. She fucking loved it, and she knew it. Hiding under that bland gray skirt, behind those innocent doe eyes and her dear old grandmother's watch, I had uncovered a pervert. A slut. The tip of her cock forced entry past my pussy lips several time as I relished the feeling of easing all the way up, and all the way back down.

"Fuck!" I cried out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Damn. Her cock was good. Her tip massaged my g-spot with the upward curve of her shaft. My clit throbbed with each brush against her waxed base, and my pussy clamped down, tense, quivering, milking that dick, begging for its cum...

I shivered as Beth's cold, slender fingers ventured up my school blouse and traced my nipples. Her nails were like icy needles dragging over my skin, much like her chuckle as she came close to my ear.

"Ya know," she said hotly as she pressed herself against me, "I'll be honest...I've always wondered what a tough gal like you would look like in this position."

A couple of empathetic moans vibrated on my neck as she clamped down and marked me with a hickey. "I didn't think you'd be so cute."

I gritted my teeth as a familiar wave began to roll in my belly, working its way down my pelvis and causing my pussy to tense and shiver.

She was right, though. I'd be damned if I were to admit it to her face, but she was right. To be honest, I...in that position, I...

"Ungh..." Ms. Thompson bucked her hips beneath me, slapping her thighs against mine, bouncing me as her cock began to twitch and jerk, hot, sweaty, and-- "I'm gonna cum!"

Sure enough, I felt the thick ropes of hot, sticky semen coat the inside of my pussy and get trapped up there as I came hard on her cock.

Click! The shutter of Beth's camera prompted me to pose cheerfully with an exhausted smile on my face as I held up a victory sign. Click, click!

"Hold on," Ms. Thompson's words were all slurred together in her daze. "Wha-wha-what are you doing?!"

"We're your insurance--" I said smoothly as I slid off her cock.

"--And this is ours," Beth finished. "Just to make sure you don't puss out on our deal."

"No way!" Ms. Thompson hurried about fixing her clothes so she could follow us as we moved on our way to the door. She clamped a hand on my shoulder and tried spinning me around, to which I responded by turning slowly just to humor her.

"God--what is it?" I griped as I slipped my hand through the neck of my disheveled blouse to scratch my chest. Now that I'd gotten my fill--which was already dripping back out into my panties as we spoke--I was back to my old self.

"That's not right!" she cried. "It's illegal! It's--"

"It's your fault you allowed yourself to get fucked over by a couple of high school girls, ain't it?" I pulled out my hand to flip her off.

Beth giggled.

"See ya, Ms. Thompson!" we sang in unison as we moseyed on out of the classroom.


At the school's entrance, a carving of St. Maria Goretti greeted the dear students every morning. Her stone hands folded in thanks to God as she smiled upon our chaste little heads. Beth stopped me on the front steps beneath her gaze just as we were about to leave. Somehow, the setting sun seemed to turn her soft eyes dark.

Or maybe...maybe, it was the disdain of one who must stand in the name of these licentious sinners.

"You looked like you were enjoying yourself back there," Beth said slyly as she licked her lips. "Really enjoying yourself."

"What's your problem, Beth?" I clicked my tongue. "I let you in on this too. The fuck else do you want?"

I jumped as the clap of her hand against my pussy echoed throughout the courtyard. She dug her fingers into the fabric of my panties, pressing the cum that had settled in them back up into my vagina.

"You looked a lot happier than she did in those pictures I took," she whispered, glancing up at the glorified stone virgin, herself. "This school has covered up a lot of shit as far as I know, but I don't think they ever caught a rapist..."

I swallowed. Hard. A traitor. She was a traitor.

"Not that I don't think you could handle it. You're a big girl, the toughest I know!"
Beth released her grip on my pussy and left me on my own, hand waving, hips swaying as her boots clopped along the walkway. "Ness would be mega surprised, though!"

"Anyway, just sayin'!" she called back to me. "See ya tomorrow!"

I sank into the base of the statue, jizz leaking out onto its stone pedestal. Christ...what a bitch.

very neatly written... nice pace

Part III: Faces


"Fuck off, Beth." I dug my finger in my ear, eyebrows knitted in an irked expression.
Beth ground her fists into her hips, indignant, surprised, and annoyed altogether. But, really, how did she think I'd answer when she came up first thing in the morning, greeting me with a hearty, "Hey, there, bitch!"

How she could manage to gather so much energy that early was beyond me. But it was lucky just the same - Nessa was running late from a doctor's appointment and to be honest, I didn't want her to be around Beth anymore. It was well-known what a crazy bitch she was, and now that I'd managed to be the only one in school with the balls to set her off, I couldn't be sure what she'd do.

A skirt fell into my view for seconds before Beth's face dropped in front of me, having taken the seat that was normally Nessa's. She crossed her arms on the back of the chair, smiling impishly, and really etching into my thin layer of patience.

"Maybe I wasn't clear enough yesterday," she said. "I would be a little more cautious if I were you. You don't know who I might let this slip to."

I crossed my legs over my desk, one thump of a shoe after the other.

"You can tell yo momma," I spat, "Fuck if I care."

Beth frowned as Nessa stepped into the room, pausing at the front to chat with Henrietta. The two looked good together - both the sweetest and most innocent lesbians in the class. Unfortunately, it also made for a relationship that moved like snails.

"Jeez, not even blackmail gets ya, does it?" Beth sighed.

"I just realized what little fucks I give."

"C'mon, throw me a bone, A.J., tell me what scares ya!"

She nudged my arm which I drew back in an instant, annoyed by her friendly act as she said such things.

"The real question is, why the hell do you want dirt on me in the first place?"

"Hey, Beth, A.J." Felicia Anderson waved nervously as she approached us. Being the principal's messenger girl, she was very well the most hated student throughout school, yet, the most feared, as she alone had the key to everyone's dirt.

For that reason, she was also pretty popular around the gossip mill as well as with those who had a lot to hide. You'd always find students offering her favors in exchange for spilled info or locked lips. Even Beth was in the habit of slipping her a bribe every now and again when she was low on material.

I nodded in acknowledgment as she approached my table. "Hey, Felicia. What's up?"

"Well, nothing quite so good...Mr. Gregory wanted me to hand this to you, he wants to see you and Beth in his office right away."

She slipped me a paper that looked a lot like our usual detention slips, except it was yellow. Though face-down, I could see red ink bleed through the back of the paper, NOITAGITSEVNI. I flipped it over.


"I saw cops." Felicia tugged on her tie and loosened her collar.

I stood up. "Well," I said smugly with a glance at Beth, "Looks like your 'evidence' is useless now."

Beth followed suit, a disappointed look about her face as she probably realized, just as well as I did, that Ms. Thompson went ahead and ratted us out.

Please continue.

This story is so good! Please write more.

The chairs were cheap - metal frames that dug into my ample thighs and vinyl seats that collected the beads of sweat dripping down my ass into a pool right beneath me. And I wondered, did it have to be a hundred degrees in that room?!

Beth and I sat with more patience than normal in the sweltering principal's office while Mr. Gregory paged through some files on his desk.

Have you not heard of central fucking air? I fidgeted in my seat - not out of nerves, but rather, out of the fact that any moment I knew I would crack. I hated heat. I hated humidity. I hated that room. If he didn't hurry up and let me go, I--

"It seems that there's been a crime committed in the church," he said, eyeing us both. I knew what he was talking about: behind the school was a church where the students would gather for Tuesday Mass. When not in use for sermons, the students and staff had access to the church at all times for individual prayer. That was the intention, but really, all you'd find there nowadays were students fucking behind the altar. So it wasn't about the rape, I thought, somewhat relieved. "Some witnesses, both students and passersby, recognized the two of you leaving school late. Care to explain what you were doing there?"

At either side of Mr. Gregory's desk were two officers in standard Pennsylvania State uniforms. In the corner, I caught a glimpse of a suited man--probably an investigator. He sat with a tape recorder and notepad, jotting down words every so often as we conversed.

Beth was becoming impatient. She stomped a boot into the ledge of Mr. Gregory's new-looking cherry wood desk, a present from the directors for putting up with our shit, I figured.

"Ya think girls like us got time to be wasting vandalizing churches?" Beth groused, rolling her eyes. Out of everyone at the school, she was probably the only student who could get away with talking to the principal like that. Word had it that she had so much dirt on him that if he even looked at her the wrong way she'd have him locked up in mere seconds. They didn't call that girl Blackmail Beth for nothin'.

"I thought you knew me better, Barry," she continued to gripe. "I got better things to do than to be fucking around with silly pranks."

"It wasn't a prank," Mr. Gregory cleared his throat and pushed up his plastic-rimmed glasses, clearly red in the face after being disrespected so openly in the company of law enforcement. "It was a murder."

"Jamie Whitaker, age 17." One of the officers laid a photo of one of our junior students on the table in front of us. He cleared his throat authoritatively as Beth leaned in and cursed in surprise. "You recognize her?"

"Fuck yeah, I do!" She spat on the picture. "That hoe stole my boyfriend! Shit! She ought to be dead!"

"Shut up, dumbass," I said, swatting her upside her head.

"Funny you should feel that way," the investigator spoke up from the corner, "She was found early this morning by the janitor, strewn across the altar with a wooden cross jammed in her throat. It seems the weapon was also used to sexually violate her, and we found severe vaginal and anal fissures as well as large splinters upon our initial inspection."

"Whoa...shit..." Beth sank into her chair, dazed as she seemed to finally grasp the gravity of the situation.

"That is to say, girls..." Mr. Gregory folded his hands, fingers interlaced and rested over his mouth as he spoke. "If we find anyone withholding information, they'll be in a lot of trouble."

"We don't know anything," I said sternly. "Ms. Thompson asked us to stay behind after school to talk with us. Ask her. Or Mr. Lovett. They both know."

"Mr. ... Lovett..." the investigator mumbled as he scribbled down the names.

Once they'd decided they had gotten enough out of us, and that we wouldn't give them any more, the investigator dismissed us, jotting down our phone numbers in case he had any more questions.

Then, the two of us let ourselves out of the office and padded down the hall, shoulders slumped as we mulled over the news.

"I remember her, although if I remember correctly she just went by Whitaker. I didn't know her name was Jamie." I said.

"Yeah, word was that she was known for doling out sexual favors in exchange for cash," Beth mumbled. "Left and right, whenever, however, whoever...if you could afford it, she'd be down for some real kinky stuff. St. Maria's own hardcore prostitute."

"No shit," I nodded solemnly. "In that case she might have just been working, business as usual, and things got out of hand."

"Maybe," Beth muttered. It wasn't like we had any reason to believe otherwise.

Lunch time couldn't come soon enough. After learning what we did, there was no way we'd be able to continue normally with everyone else. Even Ms. Thompson was far from our heads. All we could think of was the murderer among us.

A most excellent twist... I do hope that you continue to write this it is compelling reading.

A grassy area situated between the back of the school and the church building used to be the resting area for some dozen benches and tables for the few lucky students who managed to get out there early enough and snag a seat, lest they joined the masses in the cramped and humid sardine can of a cafeteria. It was where I usually sat, commandeering an otherwise occupied seat if I had to, but now the tables were removed and the area was bordered in yellow tape that students were forbidden to cross. At every corner of the field, guards were posted to ensure no nosy girls would sneak past the perimeter, and I was fresh out of luck to get out there unless I wanted to be tased to death.

I found Ness being squished at a table made for six, yet seating a dozen or so gossiping girls. Her little voice could barely be heard among all the chatter, not that they'd let her get a word in edgewise, anyway.

"Hey, I'm saving this table for my friends..." she peeped. "Hey! Listen to me!"

If there was one thing in that school I wouldn't tolerate, it was Ness being bullied.

"Piss off!" I shouted as I approached the crowd. Even I was but a voice among the masses, but it was a voice that the girls at that table heard loud and clear.

"Shit," one girl muttered, "I heard she was the one who..."
"Shut up!" another hissed. "You want her to get you, too?!"

Like roaches to light, the girls skittered away as fast as they could, leaving the table with barely a crumb so I could sit in peace.

I greeted Ness with a smile. Being friends with her sometimes made me feel like I wasn't so bad after all, and boy, I definitely needed it after all that had happened.

Timid as always, she half-hid behind her tray of mashed potatoes and fried chicken, picking at it with her fork as she looked at it with disgust. She was a vegetarian, I knew, and the cafeteria never had anything she wanted to eat. She smiled back at me, though I could tell it was reserved.

"What did you hear?" I asked her directly, picking up a piece of chicken from her plate.

Ness knew better than to hide from me. She was an open book. Sighing, she picked around the potato mash for bits that weren't doused in gravy. "They said some pretty scary stuff," she said. "They think you killed someone."

I laughed. "Well, at least no one will try messing with me!"

But, Ness was serious. She looked up at me, staring me in the eyes, nervous, but mostly concerned. "You wouldn't do that, would you?"

"'Course not, Ness!" I patted her on the head and smiled reassuringly. "But I did hear about the murder. Mr. Gregory wanted to know if Beth or I saw anything suspicious when we left school yesterday."

"Huh?" She frowned. "Why were you with Beth? You guys don't normally hang out..."

"Oh..." I scratched my chin. She was right. I hated lying to her, but..."We just happened to cross paths at that time." I swallowed my guilt. "I don't know what she was doing there, but Ms. Thompson called me in for detention."

"Oh," Ness nodded. Still, she seemed a bit doubtful, but with a shrug it looked like she wouldn't ask me any more questions. I sighed an inward sigh as I bit off a piece of chicken.

"What'cha got there?" I pointed at a bottle of some green drink that sat next to her elbow. Not that I really cared - I just needed to change the topic.

"Oh, do you want it?" She pushed the bottle towards me. "Apparently it's got alcohol in it. I can't drink it."

"Oh, right," I twisted the cap and downed the drink, finishing with a satisfied ahh. "Tastes like shit," I remarked.

Ness giggled. "Then why did you drink it?"

"I'll never turn down booze," I said.


It was then that a girl I didn't recognize happened by our table and stopped to greet Ness.

"Vanessa!" she said cheerfully. "Did you get to finish that drink I gave you?"

Ness shook her head. "I smelled alcohol in it and gave it to A.J. instead."

"You--huh??" the girl looked startled as she turned towards me sitting there with the bottle in my hand.

"Was there something special about it?" I asked.

"N-not particularly," she said as she waved a hand in front of her face. "Well, got to go!"

The girl rushed off to her friends on the other side of the cafeteria, looking strangely agitated all of a sudden. I shrugged. As far as I knew, Ness was one of those girls that no one really bothered. Even if what I drank was bad, I was sure I'd shrug it off in no time. I pitched the bottle in the trash and turned towards Ness, who was still picking at her food.

"I'll go hang out in the courtyard," I said, stealing another piece of chicken. "Try standing up for yourself a little! Don't let those girls fuck with you."

"Easy for you to say." She gave me a half assed grin before waving me away.

Yeah. Nessa was someone who needed to be protected. As I thought this, I made it outside into the fresh air. Now that I thought about it, it was kind of weird that Beth didn't try to sniff me out to talk about the murder--or Ms. Thompson. Well, it was a bit of a relief, as well. She was the type of girl to always take things too far. I could only imagine what sort of torture our teacher was in for as long as Beth was involved.

Looking good. Please continue.

I'm really enjoying the dialogue in this, and looking forward to more. Also, I'm enjoying this piece of writing as it is; usually I'll take a paragraph or appealing idea and mentally reconstruct it into something I find more arousing, but this is so well written that there is no need for me to do that. Thank you.

Looking forward to seeing what happens with the mystery drink, and the power struggle brewing...

i - A Short Interlude


At this point, it is important to note the whereabouts of Bethany Nelson during lunch period. So, let us switch scenes for a moment as we find her overhearing some interesting news in the hallway. It went something like this.

"She did what?"

Beth perked up. Lunch was already almost over and she found herself spending most of it slumped against her locker, thinking about the person she noticed the previous evening after she left Mr. Lovett's classroom and went to join A.J. for their meeting with Ms. Thompson. Just after she'd finished "negotiating" her way out of her final tardiness penalty, a discussion which usually ended up with her on her knees and face between his legs, she spotted a hooded character just outside one of the many hallway windows, being led by Jamie Whitaker to the church out back. None of it seemed too suspicious to her - nary a person throughout the entire school was unaware of Jamie's business.
Beth wondered, though, if the person she saw might have been the person who killed Jamie. She wondered, judging by the person's height and shape, if it had been Thomas Richards, her ex-boyfriend, that Jamie was leading into the place of worship. And, if it was, she decided she didn't want the man with whom she shared a floor in an apartment complex with, knowing that she ratted him out.

But the anxious voices of three girls came buzzing down the hall and broke through her thoughts, throwing her off as they walked by.

"A.J. drank the stuff?" one pitifully unmemorable girl asked.

"Yeah, I gave it to that shy girl, but she said she didn't drink alcohol!" another girl, just as bland as the first, informed her.

The third girl, however, Beth recognized as Katie "Something." Her boyfriend was a chem major who ran a meth lab that was pretty popular among the girls.

"The booze was just to hide the taste of the chemical, right?" Katie shook her head, looking sick to her stomach. "Well anyway, you shoulda known that straight-laced bitch wasn't going to drink it!"

"Well, what else was I gonna do?" the second girl groused, "The guys want video of her being a slut!"

"Moreover," the first girl crossed her arms, looking tentatively at Katie as she spoke. "What did your boyfriend say about that drug, again?"

"It's a slightly altered type of sildenafil citrate," Katie said. "It's supposed to be more effective in women, but it was just a project his buddies were working on."

"So, basically, you have no idea what effect it'll have on A.J."

"Oh I know what effect it'll have on her," muttered the second girl. "No matter what, when she sobers up, she's gonna be pissed!"

Their voices trailed nervously down the hall as they walked out of earshot, leaving Beth to consider the news she'd just heard.

Sildenafil, huh... She whipped out her phone, fast as lightning, and went about researching the drug. "Oh, it's just viagra," she mumbled thoughtfully. As the information sank in, a little grin began to sprout on her face. Perhaps if she found the A.J. in time, she would get to see something interesting.

"I guess I should tell my dear friend about this," she decided, as she started on her search. "I mean, hell, what would Jesus do?"

And so, back to the story...

I'm really glad everyone's enjoying. :D

Part III, Cont.

I closed my eyes, leaning against the statue of Saint Maria as the sun continued to beat down on my face. It was hot, too hot for comfort, but it was far better out there than being cooped up in that building with those gossiping whores. Well, except Ness, of course.

Even as I felt myself relax, my face continued to pick up heat, growing hotter with each breath. My heart was racing. Was it the physical burden of learning about grave news like murder right in our school's own back yard? I wondered, but doubted it, as I could feel the heat travel from my face down to my thighs and between them. I rubbed them together, feeling the slippery wetness coat my inner thighs. It felt good. It felt real good. Where was Ms. Thompson when I needed her? I needed her. I needed her to fuck me with that huge, magnificent cock. I needed her to thrust into me, to ravage me. I--

My hand moved with a mind and agenda all its own. It traced my jawline, dragged down my neck, paused at the collar of my blouse to pop the buttons one by one...massaged my breasts as they spilled forward, all in the shadow of our patron saint. I dropped to my knees, fingers immersed in the freely flowing slut juice that dripped down my thighs. An exhibitionist. And a slut. I bucked my hips as I thrust my fingers inside my cunt, hardly satisfied, craving more.

"I want it..." I whined like a child through my hot sighs as Ms. Thompson's erection came to mind. "I want it..."

So wrapped up in my own pleasure, I almost didn't notice Beth's footsteps as she approached me, towering over me, looking over my pathetic heap of nerves and hormones. Even then, I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. Her domineering presence only made me feel as dirty as the ground beneath me, and I loved every minute of it. She gave a chuckle, and I moaned. She tapped her lips in thought, and I licked mine with greed.

"I could give ya what'cha want." Her smile was a gun's barrel into which I stared as she held it at point blank as if to say, I've got you. I shivered. "But, from now on, shit's gonna go my way, you hear?"


She had to tear my hand away from my pussy to lead me to Ms. Thompson's classroom where she sat, enjoying a sandwich and a bag of chips. My groin ached. I wanted to touch it. I wanted her to touch it.

"Bitch number one, meet bitch number two." Beth locked the door behind us and confiscated the sandwich from our teacher's hands. She took Ms. Thompson up by the hair. Her face became red almost immediately as she seemed to have a pretty good idea of what was going down. But, also, she seemed a bit confused. She watched me, panting, squirming, witnessing how low I had become. Not even I could understand why. But, much to my surprise, as well as hers, apparently, I watched her cock swell and stress against her panties as as Beth pinned the woman's arms behind her back and lifted her skirt.

Her cock grew and grew, head peeking out from the waistband of those lacy panties. They were quite fancy, actually, and I wondered, did she wear those for me? How cute, I thought. She was really cute. Such a dirty dick didn't belong on such a sweet little woman. Ms. Thompson is just as filthy as I am, isn't she?

"Ah...ah..." I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as my hands moved back to my breasts and pussy.

Beth laughed. "Looks like she wants to taste," she said as she pushed Ms. Thompson's panties down and let her cock point towards me, fully erect and twitching. "'Ey! Get over here, whore."

Oh my god. I wished she'd call me that again. But it was Beth. Fucking Beth. Under normal circumstances I knew I'd have punched her in the tits for saying that, and yet, this time...I crawled forward, lining my face up with Ms. Thompson's dick. I took a breath. The smell. Salty, strong, masculine...

Mmnf...

Ms. Thompson let out a yelp as I clamped down on her cock with gusto, suckling on it like a starved kitten.

My face was hot. Her cock was hot. My cunt was hot. I hated heat, but fuck, I only wanted it to be hotter!

Nice, please continue.

"Hey," Beth's voice was close, quiet, and wholly intimidating as she brushed my curly tresses from my face, gathering them in a bunch at the back of my head as I worked down Ms. Thompson's cock, taking it to the back of my throat while my tongue slithered out from underneath and prodded her balls.
"How does it feel to be the one on her knees?" she asked me. "I know, right? It's good, ain't it?"

It was good.

"You almost feel like you don't belong anywhere else."

It was where I belonged, parting my legs for my hand to wander back down to my starving cunt as I stationed myself at our teacher's feet.

"And all you want is for her to blow that hot load in your mouth."

I wanted it so bad.

"How about that?" She chuckled. "This is the real A.J."

My face burned as she gripped my hair and shoved my face into Ms. Thompson's groin, eliciting a startled yelp from her as her cock slammed at the back of my throat. I gagged. But still, that Beth mashed my face into her pelvis, time after time, raping my face with our teacher's cock, barely allowing me a breath in between before ramming me back down again.

She was a psychopath, that Beth. I could recognize it anywhere: the same thing that snapped in me when I was in the presence of Ms. Thompson, snapped in her when she saw me like this--vulnerable. I was weak. She wanted to break me. I wanted her to break me. What the fuck was wrong with me?

It was Beth. It was Beth!

So all it took was Beth, I thought, to make me feel like this... Even my thoughts betrayed my pride, huh?

It was only a matter of time before it didn't even matter anymore. I obediently gobbled Ms. Thompson's dick, coaxing the semen out of her balls while my fingers spread my cunt open, allowing my secretions to form a puddle on the floor between my legs. I flicked my clit. Kneaded it. Pinched it, but no cum. Never. I needed it from that psychopath's mouth. I needed her to tell me. It wouldn't be good until...

"Ah...p-please...have mercy!" So Ms. Thompson begged, perhaps not realizing that all the while she'd been thrusting her cock down my throat on her own. Her hips bucked wildly as she placed her hands upon my head, throbbing into my warm, wet mouth as I felt her swollen balls swing back and forth, slapping my chin, ready to burst.

Beth burst into laughter.

"Mercy?" she sputtered between maniacal giggles. "Are you for real? Do I look like the kinda girl to worry about shit like mercy when I'm having so much fun watching you two sluts fuck like the little bitches you are?"

With a forceful thrust, she drove my head into Ms. Thompson's pelvis hard enough to force me to hold on to her thighs just to brace myself. I dug my nails into her supple flesh, clawing holes in her stockings and gathering blood at the tips of my fingers. She shrieked.

"Shhh," Beth reached out to swat at the teacher's face. "You don't want people to find you like this, do you?"

Ms. Thompson blushed. Her cock jerked in my mouth, almost making me puke.

I could feel Beth's lips fall tenderly on my neck. "By the way..." she whispered,

"That drink you had earlier?" She giggled. "It was spiked. You're drugged. Some bitch drugged you and you fell for that shit!"

Her hands slipped up my blouse, pinching my nipples as she rested herself against my back. "Oh, A.J. ..." she moaned. "Losing our moxie, ain't we?"

Oh.. My mind spun as I giggled inwardly. I was drugged, huh? I was pretty stupid wasn't I? It was all because of that drink and now I was...

No. I lied. There was never a time where I wasn't craving that kind of punishment. And, even now, I only wanted more.

As I thought this, I could feel Ms. Thompson reach the brink of sanity and control and plummet over the edge as her legs quivered and from her jerking cock, jets of her thick, pungent cum shot out and filled the back of my throat. I coughed. I gagged. But, just like a bitch, I made sure to clean that dick up good and swallow all of her steaming spunk.

Beth patted my head. "Now, that's a good cunt."

(Beth patted my head. "Now, that's a good cunt.")
Funny, please continue.

Part IV: Skeletons

"Fuck off, Beth." I crossed my arms over my chest.

It had already been twenty-two hours since our last encounter and Beth, cocky as she was, still hadn't settled down.

Ms. Thompson had run off to the bathroom again, something Beth and I knew could only mean she was rubbing one out after two hours of listening to her lascivious little students chat about this and that.

Now all I had was Beth to deal with, and she leaned against my desk, tight little ass in my face as she broke the school dress code with her cutoff shorts and tank top. Although school uniform was pretty much the only thing Mr. Gregory didn't fuck around with, I couldn't blame her for dressing that way. Autumn was late and couldn't arrive soon enough, in my opinion.

Ness glanced between the two of us, still unsure of the nature of our sudden relationship with one another. Not that Beth cared. She continued on with her indignant little rant about how rude I was. Fuck. I just wished she'd can it.

"Damn, A.J., what happened to the you I saw yesterday?"

That bitch.

"What happened yesterday?" Ness whispered as she tugged on my arm like a toddler.

"Fuck if I know," I said. But, of course I remembered. I was drugged. Drunk. I had the hangover to prove it.

But damn...that was intense, I thought to myself. Better than I imagined...

"A.J. ... A.J.!" Beth waved a hand in front of my face as she called my name. "Yo! Quit spacin' out!"

"Why are you still here?" I groused. "Don't you have middle-aged teacher salaried balls you should be fondling right now?"

"Mr. Lovett's late today," she said with a shrug. "I'm bored!"

"Well I'm not your babysitter, so deal with it."

As it looked like she wouldn't be able to draw anything out of me, Beth pouted. "Looks like I have to get you drunk and horny to see that again."

Ness frowned. "That?"

With a wink and a finger pressed to her lips, Beth answered Ness with a devilish smirk. "I'll tell you when you're older."

And she sauntered off.

I rolled my eyes. That girl only knew how to cause trouble, and I found myself spending half of lunch period convincing Nessa that there was nothing to worry about. Unless you counted my pride and dignity. Both were heavily wounded.



Once again, the last twenty minutes of lunch were spent in the courtyard. I sighed, never having been so happy to have nothing more than a headache in my life. I had to make sure to "thank" the bitch that drugged me. Too bad she was so bland that I could barely remember her face.

Suddenly, my ears perked up as I felt the glare of some pair of eyes pierce my chest like an icy dagger. Clearly visible in the distance, a hooded figure stood in the gateway of St. Maria's courtyard. It leaned casually against the iron bars for a moment before straightening up to walk further within the school grounds. Its tall, masculine figure was hardly remarkable until the sunlight illuminated his face and shocked me with a wave of familiarity as Beth's ex-boyfriend peeled back his hood and took a moment to examine me.

I thought I recognized that hoodie, I said, tensing up for a sprint back into the school building. Not only was the man nuts and dangerous, he was also someone that made frequent passes at me back in the day. Second to Beth's, his was one of the last faces I wanted to see.

I made a break for it.

Hope they don't get caught. :rolleyes:

The bell rang.

I rested in a crumpled heap at the foot of my locker after informing some school staff about the intruder. Safe within the walls of St. Maria, my heart could finally steady itself. All I knew was, whatever business Thomas had with Beth, I didn't want to be caught in the middle of it.

Speaking of which, it was time for class. I couldn't brush off Beth forever, especially now that I would be forced to spend an hour with her in Mr. Lovett's classroom. By the time I'd reached the door, the disdain had been chiseled so well into my face that even the middle-aged smoker jumped at his teacher's desk when I entered the room.

"You're...you're late..." he informed my middle finger as it extended at the end of my right arm no soon as he opened his mouth.

My rotten aura formed a barrier of sorts as girls inched around me at a good five-foot distance on my walk to my chair. Now that I had been branded a killer, who knew what I'd do to them?

I chuckled to myself.


Beth came trotting in a good half hour past the start of class.

"You're fucking late!" Mr. Lovett snapped, vein in his neck as thick as the cigarette in his mouth.

"I was in the principal's office this time," she replied, and produced hall pass signed by Mr. Gregory. "Sorry, but I won't be sucking up to your dick this time."

"Just go sit your ass down."

She left the man grumbling into his palm to take one of the empty seats in front of me. Figured. Straddling the chair, she faced me with a smile.

"What do you want, Beth?" I skipped the pleasantries.

"Don't act like you forgot what happened yesterday."

"Yeah, I remember." The burning in my thighs every time I saw that bitch smile of hers would hardly ever let me forget.

"You sure aren't so cocky when you've got a dick in your mouth to shut you up," she said.

My eyes rolled up in their sockets as I tried shaking off the warm thought of Ms. Thompson's cock and tender breasts. I wanted her again. I wanted to lower myself onto that petite body and ride her cock all through sixth period. I wanted that tight asshole clamping down on my fingers as I reached for her prostate. I wanted to grope those small, perky breasts and listen to her moan as I violated her body. Damn. I wanted Ms. Thompson!

But, having Beth sit in front of me made me think of things in a new perspective. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be on the receiving end of abuse.

"Anyway..." shifting in my seat, I tried changing the subject. "I saw Tom today."

Nicely done, please continue.

Beth was reluctant to discuss those bones, but she soon gave in, only to tell me to avoid her ex-boyfriend like the plague.

"Because...I think I saw him with Whitaker before she died," she said. The tremble in her voice was one I'd never heard before. Beth was scared. Real scared. And it only made sense; she lived on the same floor as Thomas. Though things were still tense, they still passed by each other every day, exchanging a few terse words before going about their business.

"Shit, Beth!" I hissed. "Why didn't you tell the cops?!"

"You think I want to find out first-hand how that chick died?" She buried her face into her hands. "If they didn't catch him right away, like hell I'd want to be crucified as soon as I got back!"

She paused for a moment, and sighed. "Tom was a whole lot of shit, but I didn't know he was fucking mental."

"Wasn't he, though?" I clicked my tongue.



>>>>>Keep alert and walk in groups.

It was the first time I'd ever paid any attention to those cautionary posters tacked to the school's bulletin board in the main hallway, but the words stuck in my head. At the end of the day, the front doors parted and I was found leaving with the rest of the high school girls, alert as ever for any sight of the weasel in the red hoodie.

I spotted Ness at the front gate, waving to some girls as they left, leaving her on her own. I caught up to her.

"Your mom isn't here, yet?" I asked.

"She'll be here in a few. Her boss had her working overtime again."

"Again?"

Ness' was a single mother who worked well and hard to keep food on their table and a roof over their heads. It was hard to believe that she'd let her daughter attend a school like St. Maria, but Ness insisted, guilted by the burden she posed on her mother.

I patted her head and took post next to her, watching her twist her hair nervously. It was obvious she was scared, especially since she'd never had to wait alone for her mother to pick her up.

"It must be a really late job this time," I said, checking my phone. It was already half past five and her mother's battered white station wagon was nowhere to be seen.

"Her boss keeps working her to the bone." Ness sighed. "I'm not stupid, though. I know exactly why she does it."

I nodded, signifying that she didn't have to say anymore. Ness' mother was a Haitian refugee, having only entered the United States when she was a toddler. She led a hard life, gained permanent residency, and married an Italian salary man only to be left high and dry with a newborn child and debts to pay.

They adjusted pretty well and were mostly alright now, but that didn't count for the prejudice that occurred on a daily basis at her shitty desk job. But, if she knew what was good for her, she'd just keep toiling away under the thumb of her boss, Ms. What's-her-face, until the day she died.

I solemnly shook my head when the sound of an engine came sputtering down the street. Ness gave a relieved sigh as her mother pulled up. I tried hiding my face in the evening shadows, but it was too late. She'd spotted me.

"Vanessa!" she woofed at her daughter in her thick accent. "Did I not tell you not to be near that girl?"

"Mom!" Ness crossed her arms defensively over her chest. "I keep telling you, A.J. is not a bad person!"

"You don't know the things I know!" she snatched her daughter up by the arm and guided her into the car like the mother hen she was.

It was enough. It was enough to hear Ness defend me from her mother--from anyone, really. But her mother was right. She and I crossed paths at the wrong place and the wrong time more than just once, and she knew what I was about, in the past.

"Don't you touch my daughter again!" she snapped, before ducking under the roof of her car and speeding away.

I held up my hands apologetically and shrank away from the scene.

"Yeah." I sighed. "Ness ought'a listen to her mom."

I continued down the block, kicking my feet at the pavement as I thought. Since when had I become so sorry for myself? I was spoiled by my high school life. I thought it would have been a new start, but I had already made a name for myself, and it wasn't A.J. the Ordinary High School Girl.

"Well, fuck all of it!" I shouted, an indignant grimace spread across my face as I roundhoused a nearby recycling bin and watched its contents scatter at my feet.

The rustling from a second set of feet startled me.

I spun around.

It was gray and black with the eyes and fangs of a demon, shrouded in a black mask and white whiskers. It hissed at me and then skittered away, disturbed at the fact that I'd interrupted its nighttime scavenging.

Sighing at the stupid raccoon, I turned back around. I need to stop fucking around and go home, I thought.

"Pfft, that was funny!" A man chuckled in front of me, stopping me in my tracks.


When I looked up, I was staring into the two-inch barrel of a Ruger SP. .38 Special. And a maniac at the trigger.

My mouth drew up into an uneasy smile as I slowly raised my hands and surrendered. No use screaming. People around there made a point to play ignorant.

"What are you, a kindergartner?" I quipped. "Gentlemen don't laugh at girls tripping over feral pests."

"Oh, that ain't what's funny, sweetheart." Tom reached forward and twisted my arms behind my back, rendering me useless as he prodded my jaw with his gun. "What's funny is how you thought for a minute that you'd be able to escape all the shit you started in the past."

He walked me further up the street to the block right before my house, then steered me off to the left where we passed by a few more houses before approaching a large apartment complex.

"Beth's out," he said after punching a passcode into the keypad at the front door. "It's just you n' me tonight, baby."

I cringed at the implications of that sentence as the automatic door eased open and granted us entry.

We took the back stairs. Tom said no one except maintenance ever used them. He kept the gun poised under my chin and guided me upstairs to the third floor.

"Do you even know how to use that thing?" I shuddered; either answer would have been dangerous.

"Keep mouthin' off and you'll find out, princess," he growled as he kicked open a door that led to a wide hallway. There were rows of green doors with gold plated room numbers to either side of us, and Tom led me to the one that read 397.

I recognized the number as the one for his apartment, so it only confused me to watch the man knock three times on his own door. Didn't he have a key? And who was waiting for him inside?

"I was asked to bring you here for a little get-together, see," he said as we waited for the door to open.

"So...this isn't about Jamie Whitaker?" I asked.

"What about the bitch?" He spat on the floor. "If you know about it, then all's I got to say is she got what was comin' to 'er, the little cocktease. She'll walk it off."

Walk it off? I thought. Didn't you fucking kill her?

After a series of thumps, clicks, and rustles from behind the door, it eased gently open. Tom pushed it the rest of the way with his foot. I felt my knees buckle as I realized just what sort of get-together Tom meant.

And, boy, was it a blast from the past. I watched my old life stare me in the face. It was six feet tall, green-eyed, brown-haired, and all sexy as I remembered.

He smiled behind his cigarette and took a few steps closer, leaning in to get a better look at my face. Then, he blew a puff of smoke, and snuffed out the light on the jacket of one of his two guard dogs that stood posted with assault rifles at either side of the door.

"Well, well, well." The demon called Jessie chuckled as he clapped Tom on the shoulder. "You done well, Thomas. I'll absolve your debt, just like we agreed. This little chiquita here is more than worth it."

Two post in one day, what a treat. keep it up.