*This is a series of ongoing stories, representing different people in various walks of life that I hope to use to explore my own writing. Each story will strive to better improve my own writing skills and to help with that, comments and messages are welcomed.*
A cold sweat formed across his forehead and he felt his fingers numb slightly. Sitting at his desk his body began to feel like it was burning; the embers slowly growing from the worry and shame that he had buried within himself for years.
His eyes darted across the screen of his phone and as he finished reading, the catastrophic worry only forced him to restart. Sweat started to slowly collect in beads and hold steady on his head. His arms trembled as they rattled in rhythm with his accelerated heartbeat.
A message sat on his phone in bold black letters across the bright backlight:
'Mr. Thompson, I have observed you for many years now and have used my better reasoning and judgement to help you. Starting today, you will do as I say; not complying will result in consequences.'
'Bribe the next parent that comes into your classroom during Parent/Teacher meetings with passing grades for their child in exchange for a blowjob. If you fail, we will send all of your messages from BDSMMeet to your wife.'
He looked around, worried someone was watching before looking at the corner of the room and seeing the intercom. He had become overwhelmingly paranoid and couldn't hold himself back. His legs straightened and his body jolted from his seat, fists clenched as the emotions rolled in and out of him quicker than he could comprehend.
*I'll just leave for the day, this can't be happening...I'll just get home and figure it out...*
Ben's feet fumbled as they were unable to properly coordinate their way to the door. Stumbling he reached out, catching himself on the door and he paused. His right hand gripped the doorknob so tightly that his knuckles had become white while his left hand added balance against the floor. Standing up he opened the door, looking back he took one last look at his classroom terrified of the events that took place and the aura that remained.
Taking a step out he turned his head before bumping into someone he wasn't aware was present. "O, sorry Ben...I mean, Mr. Thompson, are you alright?"
Looking ahead and gathering himself, the confusion left him and recognized her. Mrs. Bailey was a very involved parent that helped around the school and ran the concession stand during football games. Her son was on the team and was a subpar student at the best of times.
She looked at him, concern and care filled her brown eyes while scanning him over. Placing her tan cardigan down her hands rested on his left shoulder and chest, brushing him off she repeated herself. "Mr. Thompson, are you alright?"
Ben's mouth hung open and he waited for anything to interrupt him so he could leave the situation. This was the moment the breeze from the air conditioning brushed his face and sent a chill down his spine. As he shivered he looked at her and motioned inside his classroom, "Of course! I'm doing quite well, how about yourself Mrs. Bailey?"
She walked in and with a reluctant smile hid her concern before adding, "Please, call me Elizabeth. We've known each other for years, remember we came to this school together...your wife and I were great friends back then too."
Elizabeth turned and walked to the seat across from his desk. She had always been pleasant company, a woman that was gorgeous for being beautiful in a natural way. He looked around and stepped back inside, bringing the door closed and the deafening click of the door closing causing him to close his eyes. A deep exhale later and he walked towards her.
His phone buzzed and he quickly grabbed it, looking at her and down to his phone:
'You want her to give you a blowjob, I know about your fantasies, know everything...'
The worry grew and he looked over at Elizabeth. She smiled at him, pleasantly going about her business while he imploded. Scooting forward in his chair the thought of her sucking his dick entered his mind and he shifted in his seat. He felt his body reacting, the fantasy growing and building within his own mind despite his best effort to ignore it. After a mere minute had passed his cock was erect under his desk as she pulled out a lined notebook and a pen. Looking up at him she asked, "Is it ok if I start us off? I know Zane's grades haven't improved and despite my best efforts I'm not sure what to do right now. I don't want him to lose football, that's been the only thing he looks forward to lately..."
Nodding with her words his mind was swimming in a fantasy driven whirlpool of lust. His hands rested on the armrests of his chair and every few seconds he gripped them to relieve any pent up stress without any success. "So,um, football is important and although he says he's studying, his grades have not produced anything yet."
Her eyes narrowed slightly and her lips opened without saying anything. She shifted her weight in her seat before breaking the silence, "Is something wrong? I don't understand what you mean by that?"
Sitting up in his chair Ben leaned forward resting his elbows on top of the desk while his hands cradled his face. In the darkness of his palms his warm breath surrounded his face before his fingers parted releasing it. Giving up, his hands descended to the table and he gathered himself. Looking at her as calmly as he could muster he began, "Elizabeth, your son is frankly a bad student and doesn't deserve a spot on the team. Academic standards are present to ensure all students are held accountable and sports are a privilege. I've worked with him directly at the behest of the coaching staff, principal and my own desire to see him improve but that hasn't happened. It is standard policy to suspend him from all sports activities indefinitely..."
Pausing Ben watched her intently, hanging on every mannerism and action to try and get a feel for what was happening in her head.
Elizabeth's eyes began to tear up and she looked away, feeling she had failed as a mother and helplessness coming over her. "What can we do because that will tear him up? His father, Grant and I have been having issues and that has been hard on him. I just can't see him lose this too."
*So the rumors were true...Grant went to school with us and I had heard from other parents and even my wife that he had gotten himself in hot water recently. She has threatened divorce and he groveled until she changed her mind and relented.*
"Any issues at home can have an impact here of, obviously. I just don't see a way we can proceed without him needing time away from sports to focus on academics."
Age pulled a Kleenex from her bag and wiped her nose and eyes. Avoiding eye contact she waited for the deafening bad news that her son would be suspended. He watched her and finally allowed his ulterior motives to appear.
"What if...we came to another arrangement that avoided him being suspended altogether?"
Her shoulders shifted and she looked back at the teacher, watching him closely. "Of course...but what do you mean exactly?"
"You're here all the time despite your son driving himself and I think it's because of what you just said. You and your husband are having troubles so instead of being at home you keep yourself distracted here most hours volunteering all the time."
Anger sparked within her, leaning forward her lungs erupted with her gut reaction. "What my husband and I are going through and why I'm here is not relevant right now. How dare you!?"
She stood up and took a step to the door. Facing him again she added, "I cannot believe you right now."
