James Roberts had been teaching for just over twenty years, but you would never know it looking at him. He has maintained an athletic figure and his hair has only just started to gain flecks of grey, which only gave him a more authoritative look. He was a frequent at the gym and spent his early mornings running, and still found enough time to mark all of his student's work, be a good husband to his wife and raise his three daughters. He was considered an excellent teacher by his school, and a great lover by his wife.
However, he held some darker secrets, whilst it's true that he had earned plenty of money, working at private schools, to keep his wife comfortable, he had slept around with a lot of other women. Similarly, whilst it was true that he was a good teacher, it had not been uncommon for the girls he taught to flirt with him, and he had taken advantage of that. Despite this, his secret affairs, with both staff and students, had remained hidden, but he was always on the hunt for his next girl.
He would find this girl on a hot sticky Friday, near the end of September. It was probably one of the last hot days of the year, with the temperature having spiked to 33 degrees Celsius, but not only was it hot, but it was humid. It had rained the two days earlier and, whilst the heat had evaporated the puddles and dampness away, no clouds formed. Leaving the moisture stuck in the air, not carried away by any breeze, creating a most stifling and stuffy environment.
It was on this most uncomfortable of Fridays that James had his most difficult class. Queen Anne's School, was a private Secondary School and Sixth Form College, and James exclusively taught the exam syllabuses. Worse yet was that he had his upper sixth class at the end of Fridays, starting a 3pm and ending at 4.30pm. The upper sixth were always loud for this lesson and paid little attention, and several of them having reached the age of eighteen now thought of themselves as adults and would often regard James as either condescending or overly strict on them, meaning that they did not pay him any attention at all, especially on Friday afternoons.
However, on this particular afternoon as his class filled his room he became vaguely distracted, many of the girls had seemingly found it too hot and had unbuttoned their blouses considerably. Some had even tied them off, exposing large swathes of stomach, to try and keep cooler. Whilst James found the sight rather pleasant, he was able to control himself and gave a fifteen-minute lecture on the 1099 Siege of Jerusalem, then gave orders for the students to spend ten minutes taking notes from the textbooks. James then sat at his desk, pretending to do work on his computer whilst ogling the girls. They were all busy note-taking, the early effort put into a lesson that was bound to die out soon. Yet James' eye fell on a girl near the back, her name was Melissa Price. The top three or four buttons of her blouse were undone, giving James a good view of her considerable cleavage when she leant forward, and when she stretched backwards the tied off blouse allowed the display of a large amount of skin, with a cute little belly button about two-thirds down her flat, toned stomach. Her chestnut brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and it was clear that she was wearing make-up to seduce, her long eyelashes and faint red lipstick casting seductive glances at any nearby boy.
James quickly looked her up on the school system to check her age and found that she was eighteen, he then looked through his desk draws to find the pile of essays from this class that he hadn't handed back yet, and found hers. He gave it a brief read through, it wasn't great, he had graded it as a D. He then checked her record and found that she hadn't been producing much work above a B grade, and a plan formed in his head. He put it to one side, however, to continue on with the lesson, which dragged on slowly in the heat. The general behaviour got worse, leading to the employment of shouting by James and annoyed and irritated moans from his students. When 4.30 came he almost cheered, holding the door open to let the students go, but when he saw that Melissa had packed her bag he spoke up.
"Miss Price, could you please stay behind, so that we can talk about a couple of things." He asked her, which led to a groan from Melissa, who clearly wanted to get home as quickly as possible. Yet, she sat herself down on the spare chair that always lingered by James' desk and waited for him to let everybody out. Once everybody had left, he shut the door and joined her at his desk, getting out her essay.
"Your most recent work has been lacking dearly and with your previous track record I will have no choice but to give you a predicted grade of a D." James stated.
"Aw, but Mr Roberts, I need at least a B in all subjects to be able to apply to the Unis I want to go to." She replied, a little fear in her eyes at the idea that her future may not go the way she thought.
"Well then, you'll have to buck up the work you do for me over the next few weeks then." James said, getting up and circling her.
"Is that all then Mr Roberts? Because, I'd really like to go home." Melissa asked, and James smiled, now behind her he gently placed his hand on her shoulder.
"No, Miss Price, you may not go, because I have another matter to address." Melissa looked confused but James continued "You are dressed like a common whore! Uniform regulation is to be obeyed at all times, regardless of the weather. Your tits were practically out in front of everyone today, and you've been giving all the boys around you glances and flashes of bare skin, distracting them from their work." James paused, his hand now gripping Melissa's shoulder tightly, she had become flustered and was struggling to speak, so James went on in a softer tone.
"However, if you really want a higher predicted grade, then this could all be overlooked if you did a little extra one-on-one work." James suggested, his hand moving down to Melissa's right breast and giving it a rough squeeze. This finally brought a reaction out of the girl and she squealed and stood up, facing James.
"Mr Roberts, if you try something like that again, I'll- I'll go to the Principal." She said, taking slight steps away from James, but he just grinned.
"No Miss Price, you're not. You will do what I say from now on, or I will personally make sure that no university in the country accepts you." James replied, but Melissa wasn't listening, she bolted for the door, but James got to her first, grabbing her and pushing her back towards his desk. She tried to escape again but James stopped her yet again, so she hit him, but this just led to James pushing her over the desk and trapping her.
