I arrived to work late, as usual, trying to hide the smell of alcohol and the dark bags under my eyes as I passed students, heading into the staff meeting room and straight for the coffee. I pretended not to see the friendly greeting from Mrs. Dunlin or the stare of disapproval from the Head who looked like she was about to walk up to me. I quickly filled my mug and left, almost stumbling into my classroom.
"Please, can everyone just shut up?" I groaned to the group of students who I had the misfortune of teaching. Or perhaps it was they who had the misfortune of me being their teacher, I could never really decide. I slumped into my chair and took a sip of coffee, not wanting to upset what was already a very delicate stomach. I groaned again and nodded a little as the class took their seats, the guys heading to the back, the girls heading to the front. I pushed myself to my feet and began to write a heading on the whiteboard; "Hangover Class." I could hear the class laughing as they prepared for a couple of hours of nothing to do.
"Sir, is this going to happen every Monday?" Jake called out from the back, leading to laughter from the rest.
"Just shut up and look at your phone." I replied and sat back down, groaning slightly and closing my eyes.
For the next couple of minutes I tried to drink more coffee, gagging slightly as the already lukewarm brew slipped down my throat, adding to an already churning stomach. I sighed and slid the drink away from me.
"Sir, maybe I could get you a different drink?" Chantelle piped up, winking at me as she did so, her hands fiddling with her tie, showing off as much cleavage as possible.
"It's ok, Chantelle but thank you for the offer." I nod in her direction, already prepared to head off any of her flirtations today.
For some reason, Chantelle seemed to always be interested in me. It had been from the moment I took the job, over a year ago, and she wasn't exactly shy about expressing it either. More than once I had been caught in the classroom alone with her, ending up with me having learnt far too much about what she wanted from me. Still, it was always nice to still be found attractive by younger girls but a schoolgirl? Well, it's the Holy Grail for most men but not for teachers.
She sighed and pouted before getting her phone back out and typing away. I nodded and closed my eyes again, hoping that the day would just end so I didn't have to be subject to the hell which was talking to the Head about why my class were doing so badly. In all honesty, I couldn't imagine why. I groaned a little as my phone buzzed and I slid it out my pocket.
"Hope you don't mind, Sir, but I found your number in the staff room contacts. We can have little chats in private now xxx"
I read it and reread it before looking up. Chantelle was looking at me, biting her bottom lips slightly before she winked at me again.
"Maybe you should reply to that Sir? You never know, it might be an emergency!" She giggled.
I sighed and put my phone away, getting up and walking out to the classroom, heading to the vending machine. I pushed in some coins, buying a Sprite and some chocolate bars to help me function and headed back to the classroom. I opened the door to see Darren writing on the whiteboard.
"Fuck me harder? Really, Darren?" I sighed, rubbing it off before realising Chantelle had gone.
"Has anyone seen Chantelle?" I asked the class as I sat back down.
"She went to the toilet Sir, said she couldn't wait until you came back." Grace replied, not even looking up from her phone.
I sighed and nodded, my eyes once again fluttering closed until I was interrupted by my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and unlocked it, trying not to gasp at what I had received.
I was staring at a photo of Chantelle in the toilets, her skirt round her calves, one hand covering her crotch, the other her mouth as she winked at the camera.
"Like what you see, Sir? I could move my hand if you like?"
I groaned a little and decided I had to text her back. I couldn't help but wish she wasn't my student as I tried to pull my eyes away from the photo of her.
"Chantelle, please! You can't send that kind of photo to me, it's highly inappropriate for a teacher to receive that. Please come back to class."
I pressed send and put my phone on the desk. A couple of minutes later there was a small knock on the door and Chantelle appeared, giving me a little wave.
"Sorry I was so long, Sir, I just had to chat to a special somebody." She whispered as she passed my desk to her seat.
I sighed and buried my head in my hands. It wasn't that she was ugly. In fact, the opposite! She was perhaps one of the prettiest girls in school or even that I had met but the fact remained that she was my student and I was her teacher, something which would cause far too many problems for each of us.
The bell rang for break and the class charged out, the guys carrying a football like a prized trophy, the girls far more calm and collected following behind. However, Chantelle seemed to waited around at the door, finally closing it behind the crowd.
"So Sir, did you like what I sent you?" She asked, sitting on my desk and batting her eyelids at me.
"Chantelle, it would be best if you delete my number and don't send anything like that to me. I am your teacher and it's too inappropriate." I replied, trying to speak sense through my pounding headache.
"But Sir, I like sending that to you. I'm not doing it because I have to; I do it because I want to." She giggled.
"It doesn't matter, it isn't right to do it, especially on school property of all places." I said softly.
"Well then, I will have to find somewhere I can take those photos outside the school gates!" She smiled, her hand brushing mine.
I sighed and didn't answer, unable to see a way to prevent her from doing so.
"I'll see you after break time, Sir." She winked and got up, purposefully riding her skirt up, affording me a view of her white panties with hearts on them.
"Oh, and don't worry about this Sir, I won't tell if you don't" She giggled as she adjusted her skirt and left the classroom.
I couldn't help but open my phone back up once she left and look at the photo she had sent me again. I sighed as I realised just how pretty she was and just how bad this could go, especially if shit went south on me. I shook my head.
"It can't happen." I muttered to myself under my breath and shook my head once again, cracking open my Sprite and taking a swig, forcing a chocolate bar, sighing as my stomach calmed as it focused on the food.
Before I knew it, the break was over and my form came filing back in, Chantelle giving me another of her little waves before crossing her hands as she sat down in her spot right in front of my desk, her arms pushing her already impressive cleavage even further forward.
I stood up, deciding that teaching could begin for the day and began to try and teach the subtle economic problems that had caused the rise of Nazi Germany from the view of the German people. Within moments, half the students were on their phones, the other half trying to note down my rambling monotone ideas and points.
"Sir? Can I go to the loo, Sir?" Chantelle piped up again.
I looked at her, our eyes meeting. I could see that she was going to do more than just go to the loo and she knew it too. If I said no, I would be seen as a "monster" by the class, if I said yes, I was giving her permission to do exactly what she planned.
"...Are you sure you can't hold it? You just went before break." I say, our eyes not moving from one-another's.
