It had to be today! I had chickened out all week, but today is the last class of the week. I couldn't delay any longer. I needed to fix my grade, and I was running out of time before the school year ended. If I didn't pass math, I was not going to graduate.
Fucking math. Like I'd ever need to use trig in real life. Especially when I'm a megastar in California. But there would be no stardom if I didn't graduate high school. I'd be stuck in Peru for the rest of my life. Probably as some boring housewife wishing I was dead.
Oh, does Peru sound interesting to you? No, not the incredible country that my grandparents came from. Nope. Peru, Illinois. Never heard of it? Of course, you haven't, it sucks!
No, Camila Garcia will not be a nobody.
It's not like I didn't try at all. It's just, like, math was hard, you know. I did the assignments and tried to study but to no avail. I was failing. I just got by in previous years, but my senior year math has just become impossible! That means I had my teacher to give me that grade, and I had a plan.
My stomach churned as I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was minutes from the end of Mr. Boldly's class. I guess I was as ready as I ever could be. Today, I had dug up my school uniform from a few years back before I hit my growth spurts. I looked fucking incredible. My skirt broke the school rules, but all the male teachers didn't seem to mind. In fact, I think they rather enjoyed it. The top was extra tight, too, framing my rather ample tits. Sure, I outgrew my old uniform, but it was a fitting costume for my plan.
My incognito tab had worked overtime in preparation, watching porn after porn. I even mastered deep throating with my dildo. I was so ready. Well, in theory, now that the time was ticking away, I was feeling sick to my stomach. I had to push that done; my future life depended on it.
When the bell finally rang, I stayed in my seat as all my classmates shoved their binders into their bags and took off to enjoy their weekend. I wanted to join them, but instead, I stayed and watched Mr. Boldly slowly clean the whiteboard. Goodbye, trig.
This was my last chance to back out, but I couldn't be a high school dropout. My parents would never let me head to LA without a degree.
This is it. Let's go, Mila.
Standing up, I took a few tentative steps as my heels clicked on the floor. It was deafening.
"Mr. Boldy?" I said with the sweetest, sugary voice I could muster. I even wore pigtails today. He always gave me longer looks when I did.
I was never in his class until this year. He seemed younger than some of the other teachers. Sure, he was kind of handsome but super strict. There was almost no goofing off in his class. Honestly, I only saw him happy when he was around his daughter, Abigail. She was some shy honor roll student I never talked to. Of course, it was his class I was failing. The other teachers let me skim by with a D. The advantage of being pretty.
Of course, Mr. Boldly did not. He marked me 'fairly.' Also, he was kind of a creep; even other girls in the class complained about his glances.
He turned around and looked at me. He had been eyeing me all class, and now he realized we were all alone in an empty classroom. This was going exactly to my plan.
"Yes, Ms. Garcia?"
"Can we, like, talk about my grades, sir? I've been trying everything you asked, but I just don't get it. I'm still failing."
"Grades are earned, Ms. Garcia. Not given away as participation trophies."
I tried to look embarrassed, which wasn't hard because I actually was.
"I know, but... I need to pass this class to graduate..." I left it open-ended, letting him draw his own conclusion, searching his face for a reaction, but he must have played a lot of poker.
"Yes, well. You can pass my class if you pay attention and do your homework, but I guess it's too late for that," Mr. Boldly said very matter-of-factly. "Now, you'd need a professional tutor and real dedication to pass," he shrugged. "Good luck."
Fuck, this wasn't going well! I took one step closer, shut the classroom door, and locked it. "Well," I said, tilting my head and giving him the most innocent look I could manage, "Maybe I could do something else for the grades?"
"Aren't you an ambitious one, Ms. Garcia, but I can't just... um, give out grades like that. It wouldn't be fair to the other students who actually do their work."
"What if, like, we could find a way that benefits both of us?" I looked at my toes, pretending to be bashful, and then up to see his reaction.
Finally, a reaction. Mr. Boldly froze and looked in utter disbelief. "Where exactly are you going with this? I'd like to be home with my daughter now, so if you could spit it out already, that would be great."
I rolled my eyes and held back a giggle from his choice of words. Was he going to make me spell it out for him?
"Look, you give me an A, and I'll give you a blowjob. You're a single dad. I know you're lonely, and I see how you look at me." I gave him a knowing smirk, "You could wait until little Abigail falls asleep and jack it to me in this skirt, or I could suck your cock right here, right now."
There, I said it. I took the first step of my plan. A plan formulated from hours of watching porn. How could it go wrong?
For a second, I thought I had him. Like it worked in all my research, but then he smirked as he looked me over.
"Seriously?"
Yes, for serious. Was this dude turning me down? Nobody turned me down. I was Mila!. I could have anyone in this school. Who does he think he is?
"Come on, Camila, you are my student." He said, trying to maintain his composure.
I felt a playful grin emerge on my lips, even if I was nervous. I was not going to back down now!
"So what? I've seen how you look at me. I'm a walking wet dream in this outfit."
"I don't think you know what you are doing, young lady."
I was so in control now. "Oh, I know what I'm doing. Go ask Rasheed if you need a reference. "Rasheed was the starting quarterback of the football team I dated earlier this year. Well, before he found out, I cheated on him.
"Fine, let's say I give you an A, and then your report card is what straight Ds with one A? Yeah, that won't be suspicious. Especially in mathematics? My mathematics class? Nobody would believe that. Even a B would be flagged." He scoffed.
Damn, I hate that he had a point. Did I shoot too high?
"Excuse me?"
"As fun as it would be to see the 18 year old school slut's lips wrapped around my cock, I'm going to pass. I doubt you are that good anyway." With that, he went to collect his belongings. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go meet my daughter."
That fucker! He said a lot of shitty things, but for some reason, I shot back without thinking, "You're wrong. I may be young, but I am a good cock sucker." Why was that what I reacted to?
