Note all characters are 18 or over.
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I was fresh out of college with my teaching degree at 21 years old. My name is Ashley Parker, and I stand about 5'2" and weigh 105 pounds. I have a cute face and b-cup breasts, along with a slim figure. I was raised pretty strict and went to college in my home town so my parents kept me on a very short leash, not that I was much inclined to be wild anyhow.
I'd had a couple of boyfriends through high school and college. Because of my parents, it was hard to do more than a little making out, and they even tried to put the kibosh on that too. I lost my virginity in the backseat of a car on a date with one boyfriend. Had a few similar, but not a lot of opportunity, nor was I inclined to screw that many guys, even if I could.
There were no teaching jobs in my home town, and I wanted to make a break from it anyhow, so I moved to a big city about a hundred miles away. I'd managed to save money working while I went to school, so I had a small nest egg. I got there and started looking for teaching positions.
It was early summer, right after the end of the regular school year. One school said they were doing some evening classes mostly for folks who'd dropped out or been expelled. They asked me to take on a few classes and told me if I did well, I could expect a regular job in the fall. This was an opportunity, and it was paying so I jumped at it.
I had classes from about 4pm to about 10pm, including one of the last classes of the day. Why I got stuck with the last one - well because they figured I was desperate enough to take it. They were right, unfortunately, so I did. Most of the students were from 16 to about 20, since older students than that got routed to adult programs.
I had dropouts, goof-offs, girls who'd gotten pregnant, and generally a mix of miscreants. Most of the students were okay though. They knew this was their chance to get a degree, and while they hated school, if I entertained them, they'd largely hang in. The last class, I found out, was the worst of the worst. They were mostly students who'd been expelled for serious problems.
My reject class was only eight kids - hell they weren't much younger than me, all of them eighteen and nineteen years old. There were six boys and two girls. I talked with some of the other teachers, who sympathized with me over being stuck with them, but none were willing to swap out and take that group themselves. Forget about motivating them, I worked hard to keep them from being disruptive.
As that class began one day, one of the girls complained of a severe migraine. She said she needed some heavy duty medicine that she'd left in her car. I told her she had my permission to go get it, but she said if she was caught in the hall alone she'd be suspended for good. I offered to write her a note, but she said she'd passed so many phony notes, that no one would believe her.
I needed to walk her to her car and back. I knew the others could cause severe havoc if not supervised, but no one else was available to watch them, and the girl said she needed her medicine right away. I walked her out to her car, where indeed she got a bottle of prescription medication. We came back in, she took one and said she needed to cover her eyes because of the effects of the fluorescent lights.
We came back to the classroom, and everyone seemed very quiet, which surprised me. Normally they raised hell any time my back was turned. The migraine girl went to the back of the class and put a cloth soaked in cold water over her eyes and leaned back. The rest of class seemed to go very well - better than that group ever had been. I was pleased, but suspicious.
Class ended, and as was usually the case, we were the last ones out of the place. I was packing up my materials, when the other girl, and one of the boys came up to me. Susan was eighteen, about 5'4" and had sexy hips and c-cup boobs. All the boys seemed to lust after Susan, and she loved it. Jim was with her and he was nineteen, about 6'1" and 175 pounds in a very fit body.
At first, they asked me about some of what we'd covered, which was surprising - that group never seemed to care about anything educational. Then the girl, took the boy's cell phone and held the screen in front of me.
"Miz Parker, I wonder what the school would think about a teacher sending sexually suggestive texts to one of her students."
"I can't imagine they'd like that at all."
"Or worse yet, sexting one of her students."
I looked at the screen which had a message sent from my cell phone, which had been in my desk. The message asked the boy to meet after class. There was also a pic of bare boobs. They were my boobs, and a shot I'd taken for an ex-boyfriend some time back and never erased from my phone. That was obviously damned stupid, as was leaving my phone in my desk as I walked that girl to her car.
"I never sent those."
"They came from your phone, and that's one of your pictures."
"You did this while I was out of the room."
"I think the school would believe that you did it."
"Why did you do that? What do you want?"
"First, we all want passing grades in your class."
"I... I guess I can do that."
"And you're going to do what we tell you. Everything we tell you."
"Like what?"
"Take off your clothes."
"I can't do that. I won't do that."
She turned to the boy and handed the phone back to him.
"Jim, take your phone. We're leaving. We'll take this up with the school tomorrow."
"What?"
"Miz Parker, if they see that, not only will you be fired, but you won't get a teaching job anywhere in this state - ever."
"I... I'll move to another state."
"And your reputation will follow you. I promise."
"Look can't we find some other way?"
"I wonder what your parents would think of this."
"Please don't do this."
"Take off your clothes - now, or we'll leave and you'll never teach anywhere."
I began to unbutton my top, slowly and reluctantly. The girl, Susan looked at me and smiled, then nodded to Jim, the boy. I got my top unbuttoned and slid it off. Susan took it from me, and put it on a chair, out of reach. I kicked off my shoes, still moving as slowly as I could. She took those and put them with my top.
"Speed it up Parker, we haven't got all night."
I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. Susan again took that from me and I stood there in nothing but bra and panties.