As she drove home from her sexual romp with her student Jose and surprise visitor Hector in a cheap motel room, Suzanne was starting to feel a little better about her situation. Sure, she had been blackmailed into sex, twice now, but she was relieved that she was able to finally tell someone—in this case, the boys—about how her Principal had been blackmailing her, and that they were going to help her get out of it by capturing and destroying the photos Mr. Jefferson had of Jose kissing her. Perhaps now she could finally focus on her relationship with her husband.
However, she also realized that she had committed to spend a weekend with Randy "Bull" Jefferson in just a few weeks, meaning that she still would have to have sex with someone other than her husband at least once more. Bull had promised her that, if she did this, he would let her out of the blackmail. But Suzanne didn't exactly trust him. Though she had only had sex with him twice over the past six weeks, she feared that his sexual appetite was too strong to let her go that easily.
Suzanne was anxious to hear if Jose and Hector were able to convince their friend Jason, the Head Custodian at the high school where she taught Band, to let them into Mr. Jefferson's office some weekend so they could snatch the pictures and destroy them, getting her out of the blackmail.
She was feeling positive about it all. She put in the Metal Mix CD that Jose had made for her as she drove. A Metallica song, "Sad But True," came on, and she remembered it was one of the songs that played a little while ago in the motel room as Hector was doing her, pumping his dick in and out of her to the heavy rhythm of the song. The fresh memory gave her butterflies again—that same feeling she had as she entered the motel room to meet Jose. It was a little bit exciting, and she was sad that only now was she enjoying the memory of the sexual encounter, instead of enjoying it more during the act. But then she felt guilty again. "What is happening to me?" she wondered. She never thought she would enjoy sex as she had been lately. She only wished it was the faithful kind, and not the carnal decadence she was indulging in.
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That following Monday at school was a little awkward, as she had Jose in two classes each day. They hardly spoke, but he had a warm smile for her each time they made eye contact. Surprisingly, she smiled back just as warmly.
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The next week, Jose hung back during the last period of the day as the rest of the Band left the room to go home. Suzanne knew something was up.
"How's it going?" she asked sweetly as Jose approached her.
"I'm OK," he whispered. "Hey, I talked to Jason about letting us in. He wouldn't let me off the hook until I told him why we wanted in."
Once again, Suzanne's heart sank like a stone. Now someone ELSE knew!
Jose could see the disappointment on her face, but he continued. "I couldn't think of a like, Mrs. Baines, so I just told him. I figured he'd understand!"
After a moment of staring at the floor in disbelief, Suzanne finally looked Jose in the eye and asked, "Well, what did he say?"
"He—" Jose began. "He...he said he wanted to talk to you first," he finally finished.
"Okay," sighed Suzanne. She knew it was probably worth meeting with Jason in order to get this weight off her shoulders once and for all. "I'll talk to him the next time I see him," she said.
"He's in the custodial shed right now," Jose said. "You want me to take you over there?"
Suzanne thought about it for a moment. She figured she might as well get it over with. "Okay," she responded. She followed Jose out of the classroom and locked it.
The custodial shed was across the football field. It was rather large, but then it was built for a large high school. Jose knocked on the rickety door.
The door opened, and Jason Foley stood in the doorway. "Hey, Jose!" he smiled. "How ya doin', Mrs. Baines?" he asked as he extended his hand to shake hers. She complied politely, blushing.
Jason was tall and muscular. She could tell he worked out regularly. He had long dirty-blonde hair, bound into a ponytail. He was wearing a rather tight gray t-shirt and brick-red sweats. It was the kind of body she had always fantasized about! She also knew of Jason's reputation with the ladies on campus. It was rumored that several of the office secretaries—many of whom were married—had fallen prey to his good looks and charm.
He let both of them in, and he closed the door behind them. Though no lights were on, there was plenty of sunlight streaming through skylights overhead. The smell of gasoline and freshly cut grass was thick in the air.
"So, I hear we have a problem," Jason said to Suzanne.
"Well, y-yes," was all that Suzanne could say.
"You care to fill me in?" he asked seriously.
"Well..." she started. "It seems I'm being blackmailed by Mr. Jefferson," she continued. "He has some security camera pictures from a few weeks ago of...of Jose, here, making a pass at me."
"I see. And what are you being blackmailed to do?" he asked with a wry smile. Suzanne read that to mean that he already knew. He just wanted to hear her say it. It was humiliating!
"He...he...he's forced me to have sex with him," she responded as she looked away.
"Ah," Jason said with satisfaction in his voice. After a moment, Jason added, "So you think that if I risk my job to let someone in—especially kids—to go into his office and snag these incriminating pictures, you'll be out of it?"
She couldn't look at him. "That's the general idea," she said.
Jason looked over at Jose, then back to Suzanne. "Okay," he finally stated. "I'll let 'em in."
