Amanda had been working as a babysitter for just under a year. As an 18 year old with a banged up old car and struggling with her last year of highschool, it was easy to find babysitting jobs here and there to make an extra few dollars. She loved kids, and taking care of them came to her naturally. If there wasn't much else to be excited about, there was at least that.
That night, she had a late job taking care of her teacher's son. The teacher was Wesley Briggs, who was actively teaching her first period History class. She was unaware that he had a son, so her mind was riddled with thoughts of what he may be like. Did he have soft, short waves in his hair with green eyes like his father? Or maybe he looked more like his mother? She had never seen Wesley's wife, however, so she went with the visualization of a little Wesley.
Her black flats made little taps with her footsteps while she made her way up her teacher's driveway. His new Mustang was sitting in the Garage, confirming that he was home. She straightened her tanktop and her shorts once she got to the door. That way she looked more presentable and knocked on the door three times.
From the other side of the door, she could hear male voices. They both sounded grown. Wesley was a younger teacher with a lean, athletic build. She guessed he was only in his thirties. Maybe he has a friend over? She thought to herself just as the door swung open. The man on the other side was definitely not her teacher. He was taller, about 6 foot, and he had longer black hair with equally dark eyes. He stared at her while she looked him up and down.
She could feel heat rising to her cheeks, mentally noting how unbelievably sexy this man was before her. "Um.. Is Mr. Briggs here?" she asked nervously, clutching to the thin handle of the small bag draped over her shoulder. He grinned deviously at her and stepped aside.
"Ah, Amanda! Glad you could make it!" She heard Mr. Briggs call from another room. "Come on in. He's almost ready," he told her, seeming excited to be going out.
"I honestly didn't think you had a child, Mr. Briggs," she responded, moving herself to the couch to place her bag down before she sat down herself.
The stranger at the door closed it slowly and stood there, staring at her. It made her feel even more nervous. She tried her best to ignore him, even though he stepped closer to her. At this point she was sure she could feel the heat coming from his body.
Her thoughts were interrupted once she saw Mr. Briggs step out of the hall of his house, wiping his hands with a towel and tossing it to the side. Finally, she was able to breathe a bit easier. After a deep breath, she stood up to face her teacher, "So where is the little tike?" she asked in a politely, motherly voice.
"You are adorable, Amanda, you know that?"
She looked at him with a confused look on her face. About that time, the strange man stepped behind her, grabbed her arms, and forced them behind her. She gasped out loud and looked to her teacher for help, but the sinister grin on his face told her much more dire news.
"What's going on?" she asked him, trying to jerk free from the stranger. His grip just grew tighter. She was sure by now that he was leaving bruises.
"What's going on is that I don't have a son, and you have a terrible grade in my class. I know you can do better than that," he spoke while he walked up to her and cupped her chin to tilt her head up towards him.
Questions. She had so many questions going through her head, but she was too dumbfounded to speak. Her daze was rudely interrupted when the man behind her quickly binded her wrists and began to grope her large supple breasts through her shirt. That's when she gasped and tried once again to pry herself free from his grasp.
"Might as well stop struggling and just enjoy it. A sexy student like you could go farther than anyone else if you just..." he paused, shooting his hand out to quickly pinch her right nipple. tugging on it, "..put forth the effort."
"Stop it! I don't want this!" Amanda finally was able to cry out, the pinching making her scream and shake. She feared if she struggled while he had ahold of her nipple, he would inflict more pain on her. "Please! It hurts!"
He loosened his grip on her nipple only ever so slightly, grinning more at her, "Oh, Yes, that's the way! Hearing that makes me so excited."
His buddy behind her chuckled and pushed her arms upwards, forcing her back to arch so her breasts were pushed further towards Mr. Briggs.
She gasped and whimpered, moving up on her tiptoes to try and ease the pain. That's when Wesley took a knife, wiggling it up under her tank just to make a cut. Then he took the cut and ripped the rest of the tanktop. Her breasts bounced lightly. He stared at her breasts, licking his lips as if ready to eat them. One more cut allowed her breasts to bounce free from her bra.
More heat shot up to her cheeks, the cold air tickling the tips of her nipples. They hardened up, which made her teacher laugh and pinch them again. "Someone is already turned on," he said and tugged on both of her nipples this time. She let out another cry from the pain.
"What a slut," the man behind her said with a deep chuckle. Then he reached around her and ripped open her shorts, making the button fly right onto the floor with a small clink. She gasped and looked down with wide eyes, feeling the shorts fall off of her thick hips.