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."
Suzanne was very relieved to hear that, and Jason could tell. Then he lowered the boom: "But not for free. You see, I've been admiring your hot body ever since I started working here. I'll let them in, if you let me in."
The words stung her, especially since they were said in front of Jose. She felt like a total slut, but it wasn't a good feeling right now.
"In fact," Jason added, "We can do it right here, right now. I can lock this door from the inside, and no one else can get in. It would be a one-time deal, and it would be over with this afternoon. What do you say?"
After several silent moments, Suzanne whispered, "Fine." Jason smiled broadly.
"I was hoping you'd say that," he said as he stripped off his shirt, baring his very well-chiseled body.
Suzanne didn't know what to do first. She would have started stripping, except that Jose was still standing there. Not that he hadn't seen her naked. He had already fucked her. But she was still shy about it.
Jason approached her and embraced her, kissing her passionately. At first, Suzanne didn't return the kiss. But it was so sensual and erotic, and because his body type was always her fantasy, she gave in quickly, returning the kiss—tongues, wet lips, and eyes closed. The smell of grass and gasoline was adding to her passion, though she couldn't understand why.
Jason began to grope his way over Suzanne's body, his hands sliding over the soft velvet of the red dressy sweatsuit she was wearing. Her perfume had a pretty, lady-like smell that aroused him all the more. Meanwhile, Suzanne had already lost control. She was wrapping her arms around Jason's bare back, and pressing her hands into his muscled flesh while she continued to kiss him deeply.
Jason pulled his lips away from hers as he unzipped the front of her sweat top. She was wearing a white cotton shirt underneath, to Jason's disappointment. He helped her out of her sweat top and immediately lifted the bottom of her white shirt over her head. As he pulled her back to him to begin kissing her again, he pulled her sweatpants down to her knees. She shook her legs to let them fall to her ankles, and then pulled away from him, placing her left hand on his chest for balance while she pulled her feet out of each pant leg. Now she was standing near him in only her bra and gray cotton panties.
Jason smiled as he unhooked the front of her bra, letting it fall to the floor as her b-cup sized tits flopped out. "Mm, those are nice," he commented, staring at the pink areolas and berry-sized nipples.
Suzanne was standing in front of a work bench. Jason pushed her back against it, and then lifted her up onto it effortlessly, putting her in a sitting position with her breasts at his face-level. She spread her legs as he approached, so that he could get close to her body again. She bent down slightly so she could kiss him, and he returned her kisses while rubbing his hands up and down her back and hips.
After a minute or so of kissing, Jason then began to kiss and suck her breasts. He could still smell her perfume on her chest. Meanwhile, Suzanne closed her eyes and placed her hands on Jason's shoulders, leaning slightly closer so he could have better access to her soft flesh.
Then he stopped and looked up into her eyes. "Lean back," he said.
She complied, but hit her head against the wall, on which tools were hanging. It wasn't very comfortable, and Jason could sense it. "Stay right there," he said as he walked away, out of sight. She sat back up to wait for him.
Then Suzanne noticed Jose standing there, eyes wide with wonder. "Oh. Hi," she said with a smile. "I guess this isn't anything you haven't seen before, is it?" she asked.