I checked my lipstick once more in my car mirror. "Is this colour too much? Do I look professional?" I thought. I opened the door and got out of the car before I could think about it anymore.
I wore a flowy light blue blouse and a black mid-length pencil skirt (I definitely wasn't going to be the teacher who always wears pant suits). My hair was in a simple low bun at the nape of my neck. Classy beige kitten heels topped off the look. I looked polished and put together, exactly what I wanted my peers to think about me.
I smiled warmly at the other teachers and nodded politely; they smiled back. They seemed to be pretty accepting around here. Hopefully the students were the same way.
The students filed into my classroom, some looking tired and reluctant to start another school year, others beaming and chatting with their friends. As they all took their seats, I introduced myself.
"Hello, class! I'm Miss Lane. You probably already know that this is my first year teaching at this school, and I'm excited to get to know you all and teach you all about world literature."
I continued with my little speech and we discussed our opinions about reading and our favourite books. This was an Honors class, so most of the students said they enjoyed reading and were happy to take part in the discussion.
One student, however, sat quietly in his seat, intently staring at me. He somehow looked familiar to me. He had messy dirty blonde hair and almond-shaped hazel eyes. His jaw was defined and dotted with stubble, not the weird, patchy, teenage boy stubble, more like sexy, manly 5 o'clock shadow. I sensed an air of maturity to him.
I also sensed he wasn't exactly paying attention to the discussion. His eyes were roaming up and down my body and I noticed him fidgeting a little, if you know what I mean.
At the end of class, the bell rang and the students gathered their things and filed out the door. I began clearing the board and preparing for my next class, when I felt someone standing behind me and a hand on my waist. I turned around quickly, startled; my heart was beating fast. It was the boy who was staring at me.
His eyes widened a little, as if I were the one who surprised him.
"Oh, Miss Lane. I just wanted to say I enjoyed the lesson today. My name is Nick."
"Glad you liked it, Nick," I said uncomfortably. He was staring again. One corner of his mouth turned up in a cute, crooked smile.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Lane," he gave one last glance at me, slung his backpack over his shoulder and left the room.
Creepy much? I thought. I couldn't shake the feeling I knew him somehow.
The rest of the school day flew by, but nothing interesting happened. As soon as I got home, I changed into a tank-top and yoga pants, poured myself a glass of wine, and logged onto my Lush Stories account.
I had a new friend request (his name shall remain anonymous). I browsed his profile, and clicked accept. A few moments later, he sent me a message.
"Hey, Lane."
Lane? I didn't put my last name on this site... Maybe it's just a weird coincidence.
"Would love to get to know you, sexy ;)"
A shiver ran up my spine and I smiled to myself.
"What do you want to know about me?"
"Well, I know more about you than you think."
"Like what?"
"I know you teach at Bay View High School."
My heart stopped as I watched the three blinking dots that told me he was typing.
"And I know you fucked one of your students."
My mouth dropped. How did this guy know I was a teacher? And I hadn't fucked any of my students...
"What are you talking about?" I chewed on my bottom lip as I typed.
He didn't write anything back, just sent a picture.
It was a POV shot of two people fucking. The guy's penis was halfway in the girl, who was on all fours. She had two little freckles on her right hip. That girl, was me.
"Where did you get that?"
"Don't you remember? We fucked at Moran's last summer. How could you forget me?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm Nick. I believe we saw each other today."
"I'm blocking you, perv."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Oh yeah? Why not?"
"Well, I'm sure you wouldn't want a reputation as the slutty teacher. Pretty sure you could lose your job for sleeping with a student too. And, you wouldn't want your students reading these stories you wrote, would you?"
"I could get you expelled for this, Nick." I knew I was bluffing, but he was scaring me.
"Could you? I'm a star athlete, third in my class, and I have connections at this school. No one is going to expel me. For all they know, I'm an angel."
"What about your underage drinking at Moran's? And possession of a fake ID? I can play dirty too."
"My father owns Moran's, he's even the one who got me the fake ID. Face it, Lane, you can't hurt me, but I can definitely hurt you."
I stopped typing and stared at the screen. I was cornered. This was just what he wanted. Fucking freak.
"So what are you saying?"
"If you don't want word of your sluttiness to get around, I suggest you do what I say."
I clenched my teeth; I was not used to being bossed around.
"You're gonna be a good little slut and dress nice for me tomorrow. I want you wearing something sexy for me. High heels, red lipstick. Dress up like the whore you are. And no panties."
I rolled my eyes. "Okay."
"And I wanna fuck that tight pussy of yours again."
"Whatever."
I was acting passive aggressive but that night at Moran's was slowly returning to my memory, and I hate to admit, it got me a little excited.
Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome buying me a drink and asking me to dance, his hands running up and down my body to the rhythm of the music. Our pelvises grinding together. Him kissing my neck.
He led me to a backroom that reeked of booze and stale cigarettes. We stumbled in and he pushed me against the wall and kissed my neck again while groping my boobs, two of my favourite things. Next thing I knew, our clothes were off and he was fucking me up against the wall. He must not have had too much to drink, because he knew exactly what to do.
The message alert beeped again, bringing me back to reality. I noticed I was biting my lip again, though this time, out of desire and not anxiety.
"You there, Lane?"
I hesitated. "I'm here."
"Do you agree then?"
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Yes."
"Good. See you tomorrow, wear something pretty."
He signed out. I shut my laptop, and pondered what I would wear tomorrow. If I was going to be known as the slutty English Teacher, at least I would have fun doing it.
***
I set my alarm a few minutes early today. I had to make sure I looked hot today for Nick. I was gonna put on a show for him.
After showering, I stood in front of the mirror examining myself. I saw my pale but blemish free skin, my D-cup breasts, my curvy hips and long legs.
I slipped on a lacy push up bra but no panties, just like he wanted. I wore a sheer button down blouse that I would leave unbuttoned just a tad too much, so that he could see some of my cleavage. My skirt today was tight and short, with a slit up the thigh, just enough to leave him wanting more. I left my legs bare except for the shoes, what I like to call my "hooker heels".
I styled my hair wavy, messy, and voluminous. It would probably make him think of the first time we fucked. I skipped my glasses today, put in my contacts and just like he asked, wore bright red lipstick that made my lips look so plump and kissable.
The look was enough to be sexy and sultry, but not enough to get questions from other teachers (or so I hoped).
When I arrived at the school, I unlocked the door to my classroom and turned on the lights. The posters, the blackboard, the desks, it all looked so ordinary on this very unordinary day.
I hung up my coat and put my purse away. Again, I had that eerie feeling that someone was behind me, and I thought I knew who it was.
I lifted my chin higher and turned around to see Nick there, leaning against the door-frame. He looked like the perfect student that I thought he was, except for his eyes, that were drinking me in.
"There's my slut," he said walking towards me.
"Your slut?" I tried to stifle a giggle.
"Yeah, from now on you are my slut, got that?"
"Yes" I batted my eyelashes. Okay, so maybe I was playing along more than I should.
He circled around me like a shark, clearly liking what he saw.
"I'm impressed, Lane. You really went all out," he purred.
I smiled a little despite myself.
Suddenly, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him into a kiss.
