Mariah didn't have a tolerance for studying. She either knew the subject or she didn't. She could usually get wimpy Brandon Lockwell or one of his dork friends to do her homework for her or help her with a test. All she had to do was flash a little tit, bite a little lip.
Biology was one of those subjects she didn't get. Just thinking about the different nerves and stages and all that junk had her thinking she'd might as well give Brandon a blowjob if it guaranteed she'd at least pass the class. Not that she would actually give him a blowjob, she had a little bit more self-respect than that.
Halfway through the fall semester, the biology teacher quit. It was weird and out of the blue, but no one cared much. The professor had been a boring old perv who made no attempt to hide his multiple erections during class or his gaze on the chests of all his female students and colleagues. So he quit and that was that. Maybe the new replacement for him would be easy.
Mr. Golding was anything but easy. The man came into the classroom and immediately gave everyone a pop quiz, varying the questions per class so no one could help their friends out. Mariah aced the test because she had geeky Brandon next to her, flashing her his answers. When she'd taken her test up to Mr. Golding, he'd taken it without so much as a glance at her.
Maybe the man wasn't easy on Biology, but he was sure easy on the eyes. Mariah watched him from her desk, the way his jaw tensed as he wrote, reaching to push his dark back in frustration. No doubt he thought they were all a bunch of idiots. Not her, Mariah smiled to herself. Brandon sat down next to her after turning in his test, and Mariah could feel his eyes on her. She looked at him and smiled, pulling her shirt down lower to give him a little showing of gratitude. That was as much as Brandon was going to get anyway. But Golding, he could get way more than he wanted. The bell rang and everyone began to get up from their seats. Mariah got up as well. Brandon put a hand on her shoulder and she shrugged it off.
"Don't you want your homework for this class done?" He asked her. "Come walk with me to my locker, I've got it done for you."
"Alright." Mariah finally agreed, following the nerd out of the classroom. She glanced back to see if Golding was watching. He was.
"Shit, I forgot it in my gym locker. You wouldn't mind would you?"
"Whatever." Mariah followed Brandon down the hallway. They had lunch now so she wasn't in much of a hurry anyways. They stepped inside the dimly lit locker room, and Brandon walked in front of her to his locker. Mariah silently mocked the way he stooped over as he walked, and the way his brown hair looked so puffy and definitely didn't do favors for his acne-ridden face. In her distraction, she didn't notice two of Brandon's friends get behind her, not until they'd each grabbed one of her arms and pulled them back. They were surprisingly stronger than her. Mariah tried to jerk away, but couldn't. She was forced on to her knees, where Brandon faced her with a sinister smile.
"Did you think you'd just be able to keep taking and taking from me but not give anything in return? I want to taste that cunt of yours. And see those tits." Brandon stood over her, enjoying the way she struggled underneath his friends' grasps. They were binding her wrists together with actual rope. Mariah's agitated thoughts were interrupted for a moment to wonder how long they'd concocted this plan.
"Don't fucking touch me!" She screamed, hoping it would attract attention. Until Brandon stuffed a shirt into her mouth, and Mariah glared at him and his friends who joined him in front of her. They were all a bunch of wimpy idiots if they thought Mariah was going to put out for any of them.
Brandon reached for her shirt and yanked it down, ripping it a bit and exposing her lacy black bra. She looked at the ground while he did so, thinking that maybe he'd just touch her boobs for a little, cum in his pants, and let her be on her way. But he unhooked her bra and let her double D's fall out, while his friends practically salivated on site. "Oh fuck, you're so hot Mariah." Brandon reached up to undo her ponytail, letting her brown waves frame her face as her tits stood so perky. He got down on his knees in front of her, reaching for one of Mariah's tits and pressing it into his mouth. His hot breath washed over her skin and her nipples both became hard as he took Mariah's breast into his mouth, sucking it feverishly while his friends watching with idiotic smiles on their faces. Mariah squirmed, trying to get away, but one of Brandon's two friends walked to stand behind her, shoving her onto Brandon. Brandon momentarily stopped his attack on Mariah's tit to pull the shirt out of her mouth and jam his tongue in instead. Mariah bit down on his tongue, and he pulled back, hissing. "Fucking bitch, oh you fucking bitch. You want to skip right down to the part where I stick my dick inside you huh?"
The door to the locker room burst open, and the boys quickly got up. Mariah almost screamed for joy when she saw Mr. Golding come inside, but she did quickly react. "Mr. Golding, Brandon and his friends were going to rape me!" Brandon and his friends began to stammer out an apology, but Mr. Golding silenced them.
"Give me one damn good reason why I shouldn't take your asses to the principal's." He glared at the boys.
