We had about three weeks left in the school year at that point, and I got busy. I tried simple things, but soon figured out something was off. I would try simple bets, but with the wager as something someone would not normally do unless under a bit of duress. Something like sing a song out loud at lunch, or take off their shoes in class, or equally "high-school Senior Goofing off during last weeks of school" stuff. And I had zero luck with any of it.
It was actually nearly getting my ass severely beat that helped me figure it out. I made a bet with one of the cheerleaders for the wrestling team (Shanna was her name) to do what I had written down on a piece of paper if she lost a hand of in-between. Stupid game, but I found it was the easiest to get girls to play. She played, she lost, she read the paper and she got mad.
Turns out that I fucked up and put the wrong paper down. I had a couple of "serious" papers to use once I had figured out what I had done, and this one said "strip naked and dance" instead of "Sing Achy-Breaky Heart at lunch".
Shanna's boyfriend was an All-State Wrestler in the 189 pound category. And she sicced him on my ass faster than you could say "Oh shit." He found me in the hall by the gym, a nice and isolated spot that I try to avoid due to me being a bit more on the nerd side than the jock side. He shoved me up against the wall, looked around, smiled and said "There is no one in the world that could be in anywhere near as much trouble as you right now."
And because my mouth was not connecting to my brain I blurted out "Wanna bet?"
I was looking him in the eyes and saw that little flash or spark that Ms. Roberts had when we made that bet and he froze for just a second. Then he said "Go on."
I blinked and as he tightened his grip I started talking. "Okay, I know one person in this school who would be in a LOT more trouble than me IF a nasty fact got out. I'm talking lost job, ruined career, and utter humiliation. A teacher. She fooled around with a student, and I do mean in a major way. Absolute fantasy stuff, no lies."
The guy looked at me, but he didn't pound me or tighten up anymore and after a bit he said "And?"
I gulped. "If you want me to continue, we need to set the wager. If I win, and you agree this teacher is in more potential hot water than me, then you let me go. We both tell your girlfriend you gave me some gut punches and a nasty warning and we all go on our merry ways. Trust me I will not go near her ever again. Also, since this is just between us, we keep it quiet. No one else knows, got it?"
"Okay and I win the bet?"
"You can pound me until you are done and I will take it and not say a single word."
The guy nodded and said yes. He dropped me and I pulled out my phone.
While banging the hell out of Lisa I had taken a couple of snapshots. I'm not a perv, but hell, I wanted some proof that this crazy assed day happened and so I took some shots and then hid them on my phone. I got a great shot of Lisa bent over my bed with her ass up in the air, legs and heels showing, with her looking over her shoulder with the Maid Hat on and I showed that to the jock.
He gaped for about 10 seconds and then in a loud whisper said "Oh shit, that's Ms. Roberts! She's posing like a cam model!"
I then showed him another photo that showed a guy plowing her from behind, but no head. I said "This lucky guy is a student here in school. He got Ms. Roberts high and then got her to put out like a bitch in heat. The guy had photos with his face in them, and if they got posted she would be done."
I of course left out I was the guy doing the plowing, or that she had agreed to it. I doubted the guy would believe me anyway, but I was good. He nodded and said "Okay man, you win. She is in more trouble than you if this gets out. Alright, as far as we go this is done. You took a couple of guts blows, and got the idea. Stay away from Shanna though."
"You got it." I replied and I ran like a bat out of hell.
Inside I was bouncing off the wall though. "Wanna Bet?" THAT was the phrase I had to use.
Armed with this I decided to test it again, but on someone I could get a bit more chancy with.
I could hardly wait for school to end and I nearly sprinted down the hall to Ms. Roberts's classroom. And she was there with a friend.
Ms. Roberts was pretty young like I said, just out of grad school. She had some college/grad school friends who also got into teaching and Ms. Megan Jones was one of them. Ms. Jones taught book keeping and accounting, and like Ms. Roberts had the sexy teacher look going. Ms. Jones was a solid black brunette with hair down past her shoulders and a cute pouty face. She had some curves to her too, with a nice slim waist and some nice hips and bust. She was a 34 CC in the chest and had some nice tone. She also tanned and I knew that a lot of the boys wondered if she was fully tanned all over.
"Hi Ms. Roberts, Hi Ms. Jones."
"Good day Mr. Riysom, what brings you here?" Ms. Roberts said.
"Well, I was thinking about getting a letter of recommendation from you. Me being the best of your students and all."
"Best? You are good, but you are not the best." Ms. Roberts said with a prime voice.
"Wanna bet?"
I was watching and sure enough there was a slight flash in her eyes. She froze just for moment and then said "How so?"
"I'll bet that I can score a perfect 100% on my final. If I win, you write me that letter. If I lose, I'll mow your lawn all summer long, for free."
Ms. Jones nodded and turned to Ms. Jones. Ms. Jones looked at her and then at me and said "Lisa, what did you just do? Did you actually make a bet with a student?"
"Yes."
"But why? That's seems a bit inappropriate."
"It's nothing like that." I said. "We did it once before on the Math team, helps makes things a bit more exciting."