Suzanne Baines was really getting herself into a big mess, and she didn't even know the half of it yet.
Her boss, Principal Randy "Bull" Jefferson, had been blackmailing her for sex after finding security camera images of her kissing one of her band students. Despite her attempts to assure him that the boy had made the pass at her and that she pushed him away, Bull would not back down. He had now had sex with her twice in the past month, and agreed to end the blackmail if she would join him at a conference in San Francisco in May. Little did they know that, during their second copulation, the very student who had tried to kiss Suzanne was able to see them through her above-office windows, and he took pictures of them with his cell phone camera.
Through all of this, Suzanne's husband Tom was completely oblivious to her situation. Or at least she thought so. Though they hadn't made love in well over a month, he had stopped bugging her about having sex. This was fine with her, since she hadn't been interested in sex for a long time. Actually, she realized while driving home thinking about the situation after the second time with Bull, she wasn't so interested in making love to her husband. The act of passionate sex, especially with her very well-endowed boss, was a little exciting. Her body was experiencing feelings she hadn't felt before. But then there was the guilt of it all. She still loved her husband—or did she? She was so confused. She decided that she definitely loved her entire family, and knew that if her husband learned of her infidelity—even if it was under circumstances of blackmail—she could lose that family. In her guilt, she decided to try to make love to her husband some time this coming weekend.
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The next day, things went pretty well at school. Suzanne had good rehearsals with her bands, and the kids were under control for the most part. Except for Jose. She had him in two classes that day, and both times, he was disrespectful and seemed angry about something. At one point, during the second class with him, which was at the end of the day, she had to send him outside the classroom to cool off. She made a mental note to speak with him about whatever was bothering him after class.
Once the class was dismissed, Jose came back into the classroom to get his things. He wouldn't even look at Mrs. Baines, and she could tell he was just in a terrible mood. She moved in front of the open door to force him to face her before he left.
"Jose, what's going on with you today?" she asked gently.
Still, he would not look at her, and he did not answer. He just stood there in front of her.
"Jose, it's obvious that something has been bothering you all day today, and I don't think it's anything I've done to provoke you. So something else must be going on. Is it something at home?" she asked.
For a few moments, Jose just stared at the floor. Then, he took a deep breath to answer her. "Actually, it is something you did. But not during class."
Suzanne wasn't sure how to respond, so she just furrowed her eyebrows and folded her arms to allow him to say whatever else he wanted to say.
Then he finally looked up at her. "Mrs. Baines," he began. "How long have you been fucking around with Mr. Jefferson?"
His language shocked her at first, and then the meaning of his question sunk in. Her first instinct was denial.
"I—I don't know what you're talking about, and shame on you for talking that way!"
"Bullshit," he retorted angrily. "I saw you and him fucking last night, and I have the pictures to prove it!"
He dug his cell phone out of his backpack, brought up some of the pictures, and showed them to her.
All the color drained from her face as she saw the pictures. They weren't great, but she knew they were real.
"Jose...Jose...How...H-how did you get these pictures?" she fumbled as she shut the door to the classroom.
"I came to talk to you yesterday afternoon, and everything was locked so I was going to get your attention through the windows. So I climbed the tree outside, and saw what I saw," he explained.
"B-but the...the pictures! Why did you take them?" she asked again.
Jose's head lowered at the direct question. He hadn't anticipated that difficult question. "I don't know," he shrugged. "Just curiosity, I guess. So I could look at them again. The view was nice."
"Jose, I can't explain to you everything that is going on, but suffice it to say that I'm not exactly doing this for fun," Suzanne tried to explain.
"Whatever," he replied, getting bold again. "I saw your face. You seemed to be having quite a bit of fun, the way I saw it."
Suzanne sighed. She didn't know how else to explain it to him. "Jose, you've got to keep this a secret, and I need you to delete those pictures from your phone. Have you shown anyone else the pictures?"
He paused. "No," he lied. "But hey, I'm not the one who screwed up, here. What do I get in return for deleting these pictures? I mean, they must be worth a lot to you."
Jose knew that he had in fact shown one person the pictures, his cousin Hector. Hector was a linebacker on a football team at another school in the district, who had been in band with Jose as freshmen before Hector moved and was transferred to the other high school. Back then, both boys talked about their dirty fantasies of what they would like to do to that "hot band teacher" Mrs. Baines. So Jose knew that Hector would really like these pictures, and he did. He had asked Jose to phone them to his phone, but Jose hadn't done that yet.
In the classroom, Suzanne stood there with her mind reeling at all of this. She was starting to feel dizzy at how this situation was spinning out of control.
"What do you want me to do, Jose?" she asked innocently. She really didn't mean it sexually, but realized what it sounded like as soon as she said it.
Jose remained quiet for a few moments before gathering up the courage to make his request. "I promise to delete these pictures, in front of you, if you'll let me have sex with you—just one time, I promise!"
Suzanne took a deep breath. She should have known it would come to this. She rolled her eyes as she responded, "Jose, I can't do that. First of all, you know I'm married. And second of all, you're my student. And thirdly, you're not even old enough!"
Jose responded, "Well, first of all, it doesn't seem to matter that you're married. And second, I won't tell anyone about it—ever. And third, guess what? It's my 18th birthday on Thursday."
Suzanne knew those answers were not really good enough, but she also didn't know what she was going to do. If she made him angry by denying his request, he could show anyone those pictures, and she was in trouble all over again. She couldn't believe she was being sexually blackmailed AGAIN, this time by Jose. She looked around the room as her mind raced.
"Hey," Jose said, this time a little more cheerfully. "What if I get us a motel room on Saturday, after my birthday? You and I could have our own little 'party' for me," he chuckled.
Suzanne wasn't laughing. She thought about a compromise. "What if I just gave you a hand-job? Would that be enough?" she asked.
"No way. It's got to be full-on sex," he insisted.
