This story follows "Catching Ava" chronologically. You can go read that one if you like, but it's not really required to enjoy this one!
It was prom night at the high school I teach at, and I was forced to chaperone. I was languishing outside of the front door of the refurbished warehouse the prom committee had rented for the evening, handing out name tags to the parade of colorfully dressed and woefully naïve students flouncing in. To hear them talk about it, this was the most important night of their brief little lives. Hell, for some of them, maybe it was; a testament to the fact that kids these days really should get out more.
One student in particular caught my eye as she approached the desk I sat behind: Ava. The prom committee had chosen "Disney" as the theme, and Ava had decided to wear Jasmine's most revealing costume. Her torso was almost entirely nude except for a tiny pink band that covered her breasts, she was wearing a ridiculous sheer pink skirt that showed off her lithe, tan legs, with only her pussy covered by honest, opaque fabric. I wasn't sure if teens these days were giving each other awards for "sluttiest outfit," but Ava's number made me think they probably were. My cock twitched despite itself.
Ava was hanging off the arm of her boyfriend, Derrick, the star running back of our football team. As they approached, I could've sworn I heard her say the word "cocaine" into his ear. I arched a judgemental eyebrow.
"What was that, Ava?"
"I was just telling Derrick how old people these days need to mind their own fucking business. Isn't that right, babe?" Ava said without missing a beat.
Derrick blinked twice. "No you- oh. Right. Yeah."
Well, she certainly wasn't dating him for his brains.
Ava was staring at me with a look of sheer entitlement native to children of parents with too much money and not enough time for their bratty spawn. "Well?" she said, voice dripping with disdain. "Where's our name tags?"
I grinned. "You're a big girl Ava, I'm sure you can find them yourself."
Ava and Derrick rooted through the mess of tags, then stalked off into the venue. I watched her leave, her butt swaying back and forth as she went. A few weeks ago, I caught Ava sending nudes to Derrick in the middle of a test. I had given her an ultimatum: she could fuck me, or I could take her phone to the principal and have her expelled. As it turns out, Ava has a bit of a freaky side. I still think about her fingering herself while fantasizing about my being caught and brutalized by the police, her fingers plunging in and out of her wet slit. And of course, I could never forget the sensation of being buried to the hilt in her tight, precious pussy.
For her part, Ava never mentioned our encounter, although I noticed she had taken to spreading her legs more, giving me a view up her eternally short skirts.
Once I had handed out what I deemed was enough name tags, I wandered into the venue. It was covered in electric candles shaped like dancing plates and goblets, and plastic icicles hung from every surface. I watched the teens run back and forth, dancing and fighting and making out. I suppose I should have intervened at some point, but honestly, I wasn't paid enough to care much. The other chaperones could sort it out.
Ava, again, caught my eye. She was sitting with Derrick near the back of the warehouse, and I saw her pull from under the band covering her boobs a small bag of white powder. Then the couple headed to the coat room. Derrick posted up outside as Ava went in. I assumed he was, nominally, the lookout, but he instantly took out his phone and started scrolling.
An image of Ava, wet and eager, flashed in my mind's eye. She would be off to college soon. Then I'd never have another chance. I sighed, glanced around the warehouse to make sure no one was watching me, and hurried to the coat room.
Derrick looked up in a panic, but I was too close, and positioned myself between him and the door.
"Woah," he said, "where you going, chief?"
"To get my coat."
"You, uh- you can't go in," he said.
Derrick was big for his age, but I was taller still. I gave him a condescending stare. "What are you, a bouncer? Fuck off," I told him. His eyes went wide when I said that. I was pretty unassuming in my day job as an English teacher, so this was probably the last thing he was expecting. I gestured for him to walk away, then opened the door to the coat room.
"Oh fuck!" Ava cursed as I entered. She leapt to her feet, but not quick enough to hide the fact she had been hunched over a table, about to snort a line of cocaine.
"Well well well," I said, "you just can't seem to behave yourself, can you, Ava?"
"Oh God dammit, not again," she said, pouting.
Derrick had walked into the room with me. I turned to him, grinning. "Derrick, did you know anything about this?"
"What? Me? Uh- uh-" Derrick looked at Ava, at the line of coke, at me, and back to Ava. "No! Of course not."
"Oh fuck you!" Ava hissed at Derrick. "He's the one that bought the coke!" I'd never seen her look more venomous, and I'd forced her to fuck me three weeks ago.
I turned to the boy. "Derrick, I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt. Go on. Fuck off." He did, without a second look back.
I closed the door behind me. Ava crossed her arms over her chest, a look of haughty disdain plastered across her face. She was looking, very pointedly, just to the right of me, refusing to make eye contact. Now I'd be lying if I said I'd never done coke before, but the bag on the table looked like it had about an eight-ball. That was serious weight for a pair of high schoolers.
"Ava, what the fuck are you doing?"
She glared at me. "You can skip the lecture, alright? I know how this goes. Let me guess, your pervy ass wants to fuck me again. Come on, let's get it over with."
I was taken aback. I'd been preparing to have to blackmail her or threaten her with the police. But then again, if she would fuck me over some nudes she had sent, I shouldn't be surprised she'd fuck me to cover this up. I locked the door to the coat room and walked over to her.
"Does Derrick know about us?" I asked.
"The fuck do you think? Of course not."
I looked at the bag of coke on the table, and the un-snorted line next to it. I pocketed the bag, blew on the line to scatter it invisible across the carpet, and gestured at Ava. "Come on. Follow me."
"Ew, what?"
"Ava, use your brain for once. We're in the middle of a high school prom. Derrick just saw me bust you. How long do you think it will take before someone tries to get into this room? I know you scoff at higher education, but this is just depressing. Come on."
I opened the door and gestured at her again. She glared daggers at me, but followed. I marched her outside to where my car sat in the parking lot.
Ava let out a short, sneering scoff. "If you think I'm getting in that piece of shit with you, you're retarded."
"Mouth! Jesus. You're not supposed to say that these days."
She rolled her eyes. "Blow me."
"Get in, Ava. I don't want to ask again."
She raised an eyebrow, almost daringly, but got in. I began driving us down the street. After just a few seconds of silence, I looked at her. "You might want to get your pussy ready for me. I don't think I'll wait for you to get wet when we get there."
"You're such a fucking perv, you know that?" she said. But she slipped her hand under the band of the slutty tight shorts that covered her pussy. I could see her fingers moving under the silk in slow circles. "I bet that's why you started teaching high school," Ava continued, her voice ever-so-slightly breathy. "Just so you could take advantage of little innocent girls like me. I bet you jack off thinking about your students every day."
"Oh, shut up," I said. "I didn't do nothing you didn't sign up for. You could have just taken your beats and got expelled when I caught you the first time. But here you are, again. You know what, Ava? I think you like being caught. You sure seem to have a thing for dominant men."
"What are you, my therapist?" she said.
"Why, did you fuck him too?"
"Get cancer and die, asshole," she said. Her voice caught a little as she talked. Under her shorts, her fingers were moving faster.
"Take those off," I told her. "In fact, take everything off but the sheer skirt. You can keep that on."
