Author's Note: After taking some feedback into consideration, I decided to revise and expand this story to include events from the perspective of Mr. Radley. Hope you enjoy.
Standard Disclaimer: All characters are at least 18 years old, and all events are fiction.
Chest tight with nervousness, Kayley took one last look at herself in the restroom mirror. Tried to decide if she was overdoing it. Her ash-blonde hair was loose, primped just enough to frame her high cheekbones and pale blue eyes. The slightest smudge of gloss gave her lips an extra pink sheen. That was all fine, as were her baggy black jeans, cinched tight just under her waist. Her top though- she wasn't sure about that. A tight white spaghetti-strap tank top, so tight everything underneath, from the wire in her push-up bra to the shallow divot of her navel, was clearly outlined. She'd bought both specifically for today, skipped out at lunch to a nearby Target, hoping the whole while no one would see her. This wasn't the sort of thing she usually wore. Kayley was more of a baggy hoodie kind of girl, or tastefully tight t-shirts when the weather was warm. She had to admit that she looked good in this outfit, for all that it made her feel almost bare. It accentuated the taper of her waist to the swell of her hips below. While Kayley certainly didn't need the assistance from the bra- she always thought she was surprisingly perky for a D-cup- it did give her an extra inch or two of cleavage.
Maybe it would be enough to save her English grade.
Everything changed for Kayley during spring break. She finally slept with Travis, her boyfriend. They had been dating since junior year, gotten really serious by the beginning of senior year, said their first "I love you's" last New Year's Eve. Once they began making plans for life after high school, she knew he was the one. College first, then an off-year to travel before settling in and starting their careers. Save up for a wedding, get the house, get the kids and dog. She could see her entire life unfolding before her, and so, while her parents were at work, they did the deed right in her bed. He was her first, and while the sex hadn't been as... amazing as some of her friends described it, she still found herself wanting it all the time. He certainly didn't mind, and so they stayed out late when she should have been studying for tests, skipped lectures she found boring to sneak off and make out by the band room. Her grades plummeted. It got bad enough that her counselor pulled her aside and explained that her graduation was at stake, not to mention any number of scholarships. There went all their future plans, gone to dust in a moment if she didn't pull it together.
So pull it together she did. For four out of her six classes (P.E. was impossible to fail, so she had nothing to make up there), it was a simple matter of retaking tests and staying after to do extra labs. None of those courses had seen her grade slip below a D. Mr. Radley's 5th period English course, however, was different. She'd skipped two major essays and bombed a test, leaving her grade at a dire 30%. The test could probably be retaken, but even that would only bring her up to a 50%. The essays were far past any reasonable due date, and with a month to go in her senior year, there simply weren't enough points to get her grade up to passing, let alone keep the academic scholarships she'd been awarded last winter. Hence the risque (for her) outfit. It was common gossip that Mr. Radley liked to sneak glances at the prettier girls now and then; he was never obvious about it, but there was a strong correlation between wearing a low-cut top and getting a passing grade regardless of actual academic effort. Rumors aside, no one could point to an actual instance of Mr. Radley passing a girl for having her tits half out. He was strict, but generally fair. Kayley hoped she could talk him into some kind of make-up plan. This shirt and bra combo were just backup.
Extremely out-of-character backup. Which is why she snuck out at lunch, and chose a day when Travis was off with some friends, and waited in the girls' bathroom until the halls had mostly cleared out before heading to Mr. Radley's second-floor classroom to plead her case.
With one last deep breath, she turned and stepped out into the hallway. It was a quick walk up two flights of steps to the English teacher's room. The only other students she passed were a pair of underclassmen she didn't know. Her stomach did a little flip anyway at the sight of them, though they didn't even glance at her.
The door to his room was open. Peering in, she saw Mr. Radley standing at the whiteboard, writing tomorrow's agenda. Seeing him there, outlined in sunlight, Kayley was again struck by the fact that he was pretty hot for an older guy. Tall and lean, unruly dark hair shot through with enough silver to look distinguished. He dressed to match, preferring dark blazers with patched elbows and pressed slacks. On anyone else it would have looked lame and out of date, but he made it work somehow.
She opened her mouth to speak, but a sudden surge of nerves overcame her and all she could manage was a throat clear, guttural and unpleasant. She felt her face flush. Before she could attempt to speak again, he turned and saw her.
Oh, it's Kayley, Mr. Radley thought. He took notice of her outfit, tried not to let surprise show on his face. He'd always thought she was a pretty girl, with clear blue eyes, wavy hair framing an oval face lightly peppered with freckles, lips well-shaped but not overly plump. Never could get a sense of her body under the baggy hoodies and jeans she always wore, though. All he could ever discern for sure was that she might be on the curvier side. Now, seeing her in a form-fitting tank top, her heavy breasts cradled in a black lace bra that strained against the white fabric, all he could think was, Someone's desperate.
He knew exactly why she was here, of course. And why she was in that dress code-breaking getup. Mr. Radley was well aware of the rumors regarding his wandering eyes. While it was true that he sneaked a peek now and then, a nice pair of tits never swayed him when it came to grading. That said, if something more than a glance was willingly offered, he wasn't averse to a little bribery. Down the 20 years of his career, eleven girls had offered themselves to him in one way or another, from a thumb drive full of nude selfies to parking lot blowjobs and even, on one memorable occasion, a three-way. He was very careful not to get caught or give the girls a reason to turn him in. He had a good sense of how far a girl was willing to go for a grade, and never tried to push past that limit. Kayley would be an interesting test of that ability. She always seemed very demure and passive, a quiet shadow at the back of the room. But here she was, tits out, terrified of the F in the grade book.
"Oh, hey Kayley, c'mon in," he said, beckoning, "What's up?"
A good four inches of freckled cleavage jiggled as his student approached, smiling weakly. She stopped a little closer than she normally would have, trying to keep her tits in his field of view.
"I was wondering if we could talk about my grades," she said, her voice shakier than she would have liked.
"What about them?" Mr. Radley replied. It took effort to keep his voice neutral. He hated this part of the dance. There was generally a lot of whining and tears. That normally demure Kayley had come dressed like this made it a little easier to stay calm. He was curious how far she'd push it- she was already invading his personal space. It was all he could do not to count the freckles on each breast.
Doesn't she have a boyfriend? He wondered, Yeah. That Travis kid. Interesting.
Travis was in Mr. Radley's fourth period class. He found the boy irritating, full of unearned confidence and total unwillingness to question his own assumptions. No one should be that self-righteous at eighteen. Seemed the type who would latch on to quiet, pliable girls like Kayley, bask in their adulation. He wondered if Travis would have liked his girlfriend dressing like this. Probably not.
If things went the way Mr. Radley hoped, Travis was going to hate what came next.
"Is- is there any way I can still pass this class?" she said, words spilling out too quickly. No use talking around the matter. Kayley needed to know if her entire life was going to end. Best to rip off the band-aid and deal with the pain.
Mr. Radley sighed, his eyes meeting hers. No hint at all that he noticed everything she'd put on display.
"Look, you know there isn't. I tried multiple times to get you back on track, but I wasn't going to write those papers for you," he shrugged, allowing a hint of frustration in his voice. Turning away, he went to his desk at the back of the room and powered down the computer. He could feel Kayley's distress as she followed, still standing just a little too close, would be looming over his shoulder if she wasn't half a foot shorter than him. He continued, "You could do a summer course and graduate in August."
A thin ray of hope. Kayley asked, "What about starting college in the fall?"
Then to take it away. He shook his head, "Probably not. You'd have to contact the school. But I doubt it. Admissions are so competitive these days, they don't usually hold a spot if you've failed to graduate on time."
Kaylee's vision blurred. It hurt to swallow, a sudden tightness blocking her throat. "Isn't there something..."
"No, there's not," Mr. Radley snapped, letting his frustration all the way out. He was a little disappointed that Kayley had gone to crying so quickly. He'd hoped for at least a half-hearted attempt at seduction, boyfriend or no, but oh well. He went to step past her, the space between her and his desk narrow enough that he had to face her as he went. He could see the tears about to spill from her unfocused eyes. The girl was reeling. A shame, he thought. She was bright, if easily influenced. Well, it would only be a temporary setback. She'd have no trouble passing the summer course.
Kayley's heart thundered. Her future, everything she had planned, evaporating in this moment. He'd interrupted her, his voice a sharp bark that startled her into silence. She tried to choke back the tears, but her vision blurred anyway, darkening as her teacher attempted to squeeze by and leave. She caught a hint of some earthy aftershave, just barely concealing a tinge of sweat. He was so close, close enough to touch her. Did she want him to touch her?
A desperation seized her, and without thinking Kayley blurted, "Please. There's gotta be something... I'll- I'll do anything."
Mr. Radley stopped, surprise briefly obvious on his face before his features settled into an expression of curiosity. He tilted his head, looked her up and down as much as he could with so little room to move. His eyes lingered on her cleavage, before meeting hers. A light gleamed there, similar to how Travis looked when he was about to kiss her, but more... stern. Authoritarian.
"Anything?" he said, voice serious. Inside, he was filled with glee. This was the key moment.
