Farm Girl Amy Pt 10

The day went by quickly again. I walked down the hall towards the gym and locker rooms. Once again BJ bumped into me. This was two days in a row where BJ had intentionally sought me out, bumped her hip into mine, and started a conversation.

BJ stated "Why don't you ever come to see me? From all the talk around school I would have noticed you if you came to see me." BJ explained she "only does it for the money".

I told BJ if she needed money why not get a real job. She replied "I blow 5 or 6 guys a day at school. I charge the students 50 bucks and the teachers 100 bucks. If the girls want me to eat them out, I charge them the same."

I was amazed BJ was so in demand. I asked, 'how many women students or staff have you attended to?'

BJ stated, "More than you would think." As she shot me a sideway smile.

I asked BJ what she was saving up for and she stated "College. I'm not living in filth like my family. None of them work or if they do its for a few days or weeks until they get fired again."

I was surprised. I never expected BJ to be interested in college. I was unsure what her grades or academic achievements were apart from cheerleader.

As though BJ was reading my mind she stated "cheerleading is a great way to meet new clients too. The football players, wrestlers and oh god the basketball players. They all want me. Big time. Our team or our opponents. I'm not picky."

I asked BJ how much it would cost to buy her full time. I stated 'what would it cost to buy you permanently. You are mine. Mine alone. No man, woman, or animal was allowed to touch you."

Without missing a beat BJ asked, "could I still date romantically?"

I responded 'sure. But you were never allowed to treat your body like a pay to play tool again. You are mine. You will serve me and my biding 24 hours a day 365 days a year.'

BJ laughed and asked, "is there health insurance, dental, vision, life insurance?" as Amy walked up to us. Amy slid in next to me, reached her left hand around behind me, and slid her warm hand into my back pocket. I felt her palming my ass cheek softly with a squeeze. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed her grabbing my ass.

We had stopped outside the locker rooms as our conversation turned to negotiation. Amy asked what we were discussing still cupping my ass.

BJ stated plainly, "Mark wants to buy me as his personal slave. No more tricks for me. One customer and only one customer until the contract is up."

Amy smiled at me knowing I wasn't joking and looked at BJ as she was trying to do math in her head. Amy wiggled her fingers gently in my back pocket making me jump a bit.

I told BJ loudly, 'let me know.' I kissed Amy quickly on the lips.

I turned and walked inside the locker room to change for weightlifting. Amy's hand slipped out of my back pocket. After changing clothes, I did not see the girl's class again. I was thinking they were avoiding me. I later learned they had been running and stretching outside each day since it was still warm and they were using the side exit. Behind both locker rooms there is a hallway that leads along the rear of both the girls' and boys' locker rooms. The hallway has a door that leads to the pool and a door that leads outside. They had been using this exit instead of going into the gym's main hallway. It explains why had not seen Amy in her athletic attire each day.

Weightlifting went by quickly and I was first back in the locker room. I had an idea. Normally I showered and changed. This time I slapped on some deodorant, dressed, and grabbed my keys. As a "stand up student" of high regard I had keys most students only dreamed of. I had keys to the locker rooms, keys to the equipment storage room, keys to the grounds keeping machines, keys to the stadium, and keys to the teacher's workshop or rest area.

I was unsure if any of my keys would access the Sports Medicine room. I walked over to the door and quietly tried to unlock the door. I heard faint whispers inside and the sounds of shuffling feet. My keys did not work. I was not happy.

The gym teacher Mr. Anderson saw me trying to open the door. Mr. Anderson was a very tall black teacher in his 30's. He played basketball in college and was a great mild-mannered teacher. He also coached football, basketball, and track after school. Mr. Anderson asked, "everything okay?" with his loud deep-toned voice as I returned my keys to my pocket.

I told Mr. Anderson I had a sharp pain in my wrist and hoped to grab a bag of ice. I knew the SM trainer only worked after school, and I did not want to bother him. I told him I had several keys for different areas of the school and thought one might have worked. Mr. Anderson laughed for a minute and stated "yeah. That office has some expensive stuff in it. I'm not surprised your keys don't work."

Mr. Anderson pulled out his key ring and rifled through it. He slipped off a bronze key that looked just like all my other school keys. This one had a number on it. The number was 4050 with the words "Do not duplicate." Mr. Anderson stated "this key is for the SM room. I have two. No idea why. But you can have it."

I took the key and added it to my own ring. I thanked Mr. Anderson, slid the key in the doorknob, opened the door, and entered the SM office. I quickly grabbed a small plastic bag, dipped it in the ice machine, and rolled up a small bag half full of ice. I held it to my wrist as I looked around the office. I had only been here to get treatment previously. Now I made a mental note of the doors, frames, windows, lighting, and how the office was laid out. After looking around for a moment or two I closed the door behind me. Mr. Anderson stated, "Hope it's not serious." With a large white toothed smile.

My response was 'It's just a twinge. I'm sure it will be fine' as I walked out into the hallway.

I had been looking behind me and not paying attention to where I was walking. I walked straight into BJ. She was standing right in front of the door with Amy at her side. With no time to recover BJ stated "50k" in a serious tone.

I asked BJ 'cash or can I add you to the books as an employee?' Amy walked over to me, stood next to me shoulder to shoulder and slipped her hand into my back pocket again. I was really getting to like this girl. I looked at Amy who was standing as close to me as one possibly could. I apologized and stated 'I didn't get time to shower. I'm sorry if I smell.'

Amy looked down, pointed her nose between my shoulder and my neck all while she took a long deep breath in. She stated "you don't smell bad at all. You smell good. Your sweat is musky but sweet. No bad odor at all."

BJ stepped forward, placed her nose at my neck and breathed in slowly. She stated "She's right. You do smell good."

If anyone had walked by and seen two women with the noses on my neck sniffing me at the same time I would have likely begun to laugh hysterically. Instead, we turned and walked while laughing at one another being goofy.

BJ asked how much taxes would come out of her "on the books pay."

I responded, 'likely 20% or so. Which equaled 8-10k a year.' I was unsure as to her math skills, so I did the math for her.

BJ asked if there was any paperwork she would need to sign, insurance forms to fill out, or privacy contracts she would be required to sign. I told BJ if she agreed then her contract would be one that stated she was a full time 24/7/365 model. Her weight would be required to be always within the acceptable range. She would be required to meet fitness standards, she would get a clothing allowance, accessories allowance, and her gym membership would be paid for.

BJ asked about holidays, sick time, and required residence issues.

I looked at Amy and asked if she would be okay with BJ moving in with me. Amy stated, "Oh like in bunkbeds?" with a fun tone of voice.

I asked 'No seriously. I'm moving into the Mason house. My father told me I could take it over as my own. I intend to change the whole Mason farm into something no one has ever seen before.'

Amy shrugged while stating "its fine with me. This ass is mine anyways."

I had forgotten Amy's hand was still glued to my ass in the back pocket of my jeans. I was getting more and more comfortable with Amy. I was also enjoying the cupping action on my butt.

BJ asked, "One last question. What will I be required to do?"

My response was simple, 'you are my personal slave. You do not answer to anyone else but me. While you are mine for the length of the contract you will do as I say. If I tell you to jump you jump. If I tell you to kiss me then you kiss me. If I tell you to fuck a fence post, you will ask pussy or ass and then fuck it.'

I looked at Amy to gauge her response. She had a small smile on her face as BJ lifted her hand, extended it to me and stated "Deal."

I shook BJ's hand, I told her that her employment starts this second, anything she had planned is now cancelled, no tricks, no treats, and she is required to run her schedule by me for each day until she moves in. BJ stated "Okay. All cancelled as she opened her cell phone, made several taps, and then put it away." She also stated she was skipping lunch so she could go to the office and change all her classes. She intended to accompany me to each of my classes and be my shadow.

I don't know how she intended to achieve that. Changing all her classes to mine seemed like an impossible feat.

Amy and I walked down the hall and into the cafeteria. For the first time we were walking together. Not exactly hand in hand. But we were glued together enough that when we entered the cafeteria everyone took notice. No one said anything, there were no swearing or angry people as we silently presented ourselves as a couple to the whole school. Amy's hand was in my back pocket still. I thought to myself how it felt right to always have her hand there.

I walked over to my normal table and saw "my nerds" were there. Amy sat down for the first time with my nerdy guy friends. We talked about anime, Warharmmer 40k, video games, math, chemistry, homework, and which girl had the best ass. Amy looked at me and rolled her eyes.

Out of nowhere Jimmy appeared. Jimmy was my oldest and tiniest friend. Jimmy was a 5-0 120 lb white kid with absolutely the most amazing skill. He was a human vanishing act. He was invisible. He could disappear and reappear anywhere and at any time. For the last 2 days I had not seen him once. Jimmy explained it was because he had a different lunch schedule but had changed it so he could be with me.

Amy laughed "You two are unable to be separated."

I had forgotten Amy knew all of us. We grew up together but this was the first time we had been friends and more or less ever talked. Jimmy looked at us and stated "This is new. You two together?"

Amy responded, "Yes."

Jimmy stated "Good. You have the nicest body, prettiest face, and best legs in the school. I want only the best for my best friend Mark" as Jimmy wrapped his little arms around Amy and hugged her. Amy looked at me with a satisfied triumphant look of being accepted amongst my nerd friends.

Out of nowhere the 5 other nerds got up, walked around the table and all joined in a huge hug with Jimmy and Amy in the center. Amy asked, "Am I the queen of the nerds now?" with a large smile on her face.

Jimmy replied, "With one hand job you can be." We all laughed, and the nerds returned to their seats. I was happy Amy laughed too. This made me remember she was okay with rude or crude guy talk.

Lunch ended and we walked towards Ms. Willows' class. At the "T" intersection Amy told me she had to leave to go "this way" as she leaned away. I turned and kissed her on the lips as she pulled her left hand out of my pocket for the first time in over an hour. As she walked away, I felt the warmth of her hand slowly dissipate.

I walked to Ms. Willows' class and saw her standing out front. From her door she could have easily seen Amy and I kissing. As I entered the door Ms. Willows made no attempt to move out of the way. I had to squish past her huge tits as they rubbed against my chest. Ms. Willows smiled and stated "tease" as I slid by.

I only ever had sexual thoughts about one teacher in my whole life. Ms. Willows. If there was one teacher to fuck it was Ms. Willows. I had a recurring fantasy or dream. I wanted to cover her face and that brown Cindy Crawford mole on her lip in my semen. She needs to be bathed with the largest and thickest facial this world has ever seen.

I sat down in the chair behind our shared desk. I placed my bag down and opened the desk drawer. There was my cell phone. I was surprised and curious to how it got there. It was turned on and fully charged. It usually lost about 20% a day. It should have been at around 60% battery life. I looked at Ms. Willows and she ignored me while she stood at the front of the class.

I now noticed Ms. Willows' attire. She would normally wear tight see-through blouses with lots of visible cleavage, skintight skirts that went down to her knee and 5 inch or taller heels. Not today. Today, she looked downright pornographic. She was wearing what had to be a red latex dress. It was like a halter top as it did not have any shoulder straps. It gripped her tits, it squeezed her stomach, and like a snake it constricted her legs and ass. For the first time I noticed Ms. Willows ass. It was hard to miss in this outfit. She was curvier than I had ever noticed. She usually wore black or brown skirts that hid her ass. Now she was wearing this second skin red latex dress. Her firm ass poked out nicely.

I looked down and noticed the best accessory of all. She had on impossible high heels. I think they are called "ballet" heels as she was standing on her toes only. Her feet were pointed straight down. Best of all was I saw there was a large black leather cuff over her foot and another cuff around her ankle. Both were pulled over tightly and a small silver lock secured each cuff.

I could only describe the shoes as torture devices. They could not be comfortable to do anything in. Standing, walking, or running had to be painful for both the foot, toes, and calf muscles. They could not be easy to walk in and with the locks on them they could not be taken off without the key.

I again took in all of Ms. Willows attire or outfit. There was no way she would wear all of this and make the locks for decoration only. I didn't buy it. I also thought about how a teacher could get away with his outfit. Today's outfit was the most daring one possible. No high school teacher should wear it.

Regardless, Ms. Willows walked around teaching, lecturing, and every student was listening. Every male student had the same open mouthed drooling look. And every female student was staring at her with daggers in their eyes with a mix of jealousy and anger.

As class ended, I placed my phone in my pocket. For the first time my fingers brushed over something on the back. I turned the phone over to find a silver key taped to the back. It looked like a large handcuff key or one that would be used to open an old jail cell. All the students exited the class as Ms. Willows walked over to me.

Ms. Willows stated "That is for you. You can use it to unlock me anytime you want" as she motioned towards her shoes.

I asked, 'Are you stuck without this key?'

Ms. Willows responded with a small nod, "Yes master. You have the only key to my freedom."

This was a new response from Ms. Willows. Master, eh?

I told Ms. Willows I would see her at '9pm at your house tonight. 5710 Hall St?'

Ms. Willows looked surprised and stated "yes Master" as she lowered her head in a small curtsey.

I added the key to my key ring. Two keys in one day. I could not remember the last time I had added a key. But also, I was missing the point. Ms. Willows called me master. She gave me a key that locks and unlocks her torture device shoes.

I walked outside and saw Amy. She placed her hand in my back pocket like a thief. Her hand moved so smoothly and fluid I barely felt it tuck in. I told her what had occurred with Ms. Willows. Amy did not look surprised at all. Me? I was so dumbfounded. You could knock me over with a feather. Amy stated "She's been in love with you since freshman year. Everyone knows it. She has wanted your attention so badly she dresses like that for you."

I could not remember a single time when I described to Ms. Willows on how I wanted her to dress or what type of outfits I liked most. She must have just been judging my reactions every time she wore something and getting more and more ridiculous as the years went by.

I told Amy I was going to visit Ms. Willows tonight. I asked if she wanted to come along. Amy stated "No thanks. But take Sloan with you." I have a serious issue now. Do I call her Sloan or her nickname BJ. I discussed it with Amy as we walked to history class. We did not decide on which name to use. I asked Amy if she wanted me to sit up front with her and she stated "No. Brie needs your attention. She has loved you since the 6th grade."

Since the 6th grade what happened since the 6th grade. I don't recall Brie being in love with me or acting like she had ever been in love with me. She was always talkative around me, hugged me, and we would be friendly. But love?

As we entered class Amy slid her hand out of my pocket and walked to the front of the class to find her seat. I sat in my usual spot at the back. This class was as easy as weightlifting. All the answers were in the book. You didn't even have to listen or do homework. Just read the book and take the tests. An "A" was guaranteed. I sat there waiting for my daily face full of red hair. Brie did not let me down.

She struts in with a dress that was even more slutty than Ms. Willows. The black skirt was see through and you could see the faintest outline of her pussy lips as she walked or stood still. Her top was a black tank top that was so tight it looked like skin. It too was slightly see through and you could barely make out the outline of her areola.

Brie hugged my face. She rubbed my nose, eyes, mouth, and forehead into her cleavage as her hair cascaded around me. She smelled different today. New perfume? I did not have time to ask as she had already begun talking about her day, her classes, cheerleading coming up, and how I had not called her yet.

I was able to interrupt Brie for a single response. I told her 'I don't have your phone number.'

Brie stretched out her hand and stated, "Give me your phone." I unlocked it and handed it to her. Without missing a beat Brie began to flip through my phone. She set it down on the desk for a moment, pulled her black tank top down exposing her tits, and began to take 10 or so selfie pictures with my phone. We were still in class.

Brie showed no shyness or thought that pulling out your tits in history class was in any way unacceptable. I saw several guys and girls nudge one another and point towards Brie with her big pale tits out for everyone's viewing pleasure. Her tits were pale white with pink nipples. Her tits were firm, round, and stuck straight out like pale pyramids. If I did not know better, you would swear they were fake "bolt on tits." Brie must have got the picture she wanted because she pulled her tank top back into place.

She tapped away at my phone for a couple minutes and stated "There. I even made it so when I call you a special ring tone will sound, and my picture will pop up. Do what you want with the rest of the pictures."

I asked to see her phone. Brie pulled it from her bag, unlocked it, and handed it to me. I tapped through the settings area and took several pictures of the phone serial number and other data I needed. Brie pulled out her mirror to check her lipstick. I handed it back to her and stated 'thanks. Call you tonight.'