*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Just a flash story. A dark and sordid little flash story, not to be taken too seriously.
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Michael Bae marched back and forth in front of his first period Earth Sciences class. He pointed to Lee Phillips.
"The diamond is an example of what type of rock?" he asked the eighteen year old boy.
And of course the boy looked stricken, a deer caught in the headlights.
And of course, Becky Ladner had her hand up.
"Mr. Phillips, a diamond? Carbon, under extreme pressure?" he snapped. "Yes, Ms. Ladner."
"A diamond is metamorphic," Becky said smugly.
"Correct; and who can name another metamorphic rock?" Michael asked.
It was his first year of teaching at L.B. Johnson High School in Great Oaks, Texas. The Johnson Jaguars were a formidable opponent on the football field, in boys and girls basketball, in softball and baseball and in volleyball.
But academically, they were at the bottom of the heap in Oakleaf County. Dr. Bonham had lobbied the powerful Teachers Union and had been given permission to replace one fourth of the teaching staff. With that kind of leniency, she'd removed the worst of the worst and hired five new teachers.
And Mr. Bae had set many female students and female teachers' hearts fluttering when he strode into class that first morning. At twenty eight years of age, he wasn't much older than some of the students, and a little younger than the majority of the teachers. He stood at five feet, ten inches, and had rippling muscles, which he emphasized in form fitting shirts and snug slacks. His blonde hair was cut close to the scalp, and his green eyes peered out of a broad, tanned face.
"That has got to be a sock," Deidre Dumella declared to Becky Ladner, looking directly at Mr. Bae's crotch.
One moment after the second buzzer sounded, Michael Bae closed the door and took control of the class. He knew his hands were tied in some respects; he could not physically strike any of these students, he could not curse them, he could barely defend himself should one or more decide to physically attack him. So his best bet was to get straight to the point and let them know he was in charge.
Now, nearly halfway through October, these students knew Mr. Bae meant business.
And, nearly halfway through October, Michael Bae was tired of giving Hiscock brush burns. Whoever designated the dress code for LBJ High School had either been blind or a pervert. Much of what the students wore would have been better suited for the beach than the classroom.
And some of the girls in his classes had made sure Michael Bae was in a constant state of arousal.
Right now, as he took his seat to call out that they were having a Pop Quiz, which made many of the students groan, Deidre sat with her legs spread, showing him that she'd had shaved that morning. April Moony was also demonstrating that red was indeed her natural hair color and that she was also aroused. She smiled when Michael looked at her cute little freckled face.
He recited the five questions at the end of the chapter, the chapter they'd been assigned to read that week. From the number of 'What' and 'What does that mean' that he'd heard, Michael could tell that most of the students had not read the chapter.
"Read the chapter, ladies and gentlemen," he said as the buzzer sounded.
"Mr. Bae, do you want the quizzes?" Becky called out.
"No, I want you to take these home, and right the correct answers on the back of the paper and bring it back tomorrow," he stated. "Again, Ladies and Gentlemen, read the chapter."
His fifth period Chemistry class wasn't much easier. Terry Tisdale was overly endowed; Michael had heard Ms. Fine telling Mrs. Ortega that the girl's bra size was a thirty four E. And Terry wore tank tops most of the time. And she liked to lean forward quite a bit.
"Gravity," Mr. Cyan, Mr. Cyanide as many of the students called the Mathematics teacher, had suggested.
Deanna Cahn did not have as large a chest as Terry, but she did have a nice set of breasts. And the African-American girl was also quite pretty. She too seemed to forget undergarments quite a bit and also favored short skirts. The sight of her dark pink pussy lips peeking out from her small triangle of black curls kept Michael seated safely behind his desk for much of the fifth period.
"Fuck; they're all over eighteen, right?" Dwayne Upjohn, Michael Bae's best, and only friend had said in his latest email. "Fail them. And when they come to you, whining and wanting to know how they can get a better grade, you pull out that two inch cock of yours."
"You practice law in the great state of Texas?" Michael had responded. "Coercion is considered a form of rape."
"Pesky laws," Dwayne had responded. "Really know how to ruin a good time."
Friday, Michael passed out the test that covered the materials in Chapters Eight through Eleven and then sat back in his chair and watched April Moony's B cup breasts in her snug tee shirt.
Deidre caught his attention away from the faint glimpse of April's nipples through the thin material and Michael looked over. He could clearly see that she was cheating off of Becky Ladner's test and that Becky was also aware of this and allowing it to happen.
With an audible sigh that caused more than one student to look up, Michael got to his feet.
"Thank you, Ms. Dumella, Ms. Ladner," he said, taking their tests from them. "You both may go wait in the library until your next class."
"But Mr. Bae..." Becky began to protest.
"Thank you, you may go now," Michael said, returning to his seat. "I would like to see both of you at five minutes after three this afternoon. That will be all."
Becky burst into tears as Deidre angrily slammed her way out of the classroom. Sobbing, Becky gathered her books and slowly walked out of the classroom.
As each student brought their tests forward, Michael quietly instructed them to start reading Chapter 12.
April was among the last to bring her test forward and was clearly perturbed.
"Problem, Ms. Moony?" Michael quietly asked the girl.
"I... I guess I need to study more," she said dejectedly.
"Be here at five after three; we'll see what we can do," Michael said and the girl's smile lighted her whole face.
The buzzer sounded and Michael looked over April's test as the classroom cleared out. It was clear the girl was stymied by most of the material, just didn't grasp the nature of the questions.
News of Ms. Ladner and Ms. Dumella being caught cheating spread like wildfire; Michael did not have any trouble in the remaining six classes.
At three precisely, Becky came into his classroom. Her face was still splotchy; obviously the girl had cried more than once that day. Two minutes later, April came scurrying into the class.
"Ms. Moony, I'll deal with you first," Michael said, pointing to the chair that sat next to his desk.
Quietly, he talked with April, leaning close and looking into her light brown eyes. The answers she gave made it clear; the girl wasn't stupid, but she did not know how to study. She didn't know how to take notes, didn't know what was important and what was not.
"Ms. Moony, this is going to take a little more time than I have right now," Michael said, smiling to encourage the girl.
"I can come by tomorrow; I got fired from Taco Bell last week," April suggested.
"Why'd you, how in the world does anyone get fired from Taco Bell?" Michael asked, almost amused.
"Stealing money out the register," April blushed hotly.
"Fine, I will meet you here tomorrow, hmm, ten work for you?" Michael suggested.
"Thanks, Mr. Bae," April smiled and scampered out of the room. Michael sat in stony silence, staring at Becky. The girl's eyes began to water again. Still, Michael just sat and stared at the chubby girl.
Becky would be quite pretty, probably gorgeous if she'd just shed seventy, eighty pounds. She had a sweet, round face, reddish-blondish hair, a 'Strawberry' blonde, pale skin, even in sunbaked Texas, and full pouty lips. Her teeth were straight, white when she smiled, which she wasn't doing right now. Her eyes were a light blue, large, innocent looking eyes.
At ten minutes after three, Deidre sullenly came in.
"That will be all, Deidre; you've failed for the year," Michael said. "Have a nice day and enjoy that extra hour of sleep every morning, okay?"
"What?" Deidre screamed, clearly horrified.
