The No-Study Club
by Pan
Note: All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18.
Chapter 1
"Mr. Mancuso?"
I looked up to see a student standing in front of me.
Teachers, believe it or not, are humans, so it would be a lie to say that we didn't have favorites. But I can assure you that Lacey was not one of mine.
There are advantages and disadvantages to teaching at a private school. Less bullying, smaller classes, lower pay, less job insecurity, and higher parent involvement (though whether that's an advantage or disadvantage completely depends on the parent in question). But one of the biggest advantages is supposed to be student investment: their parents are paying swathes of money to get them into the school (very little of which, unfortunately, trickles down to the teachers) and so more often than not, they care about their classes. Far more than a public student does, anyway.
Lacey was an exception to this.
I don't want to sound like I'm stereotyping, but I can't help but feel that it had something to do with the way she looked. She was gorgeous, and she knew it: she constantly dressed to show off her hourglass figure: huge tits, tiny waist, long legs, and an ass that would make any man drool.
Her hair was blonde, falling perfectly past her shoulders, and her makeup was always immaculate; if you didn't know she was a highschool student, one could easily mistake her for some sort of supermodel or actress.
What was most frustrating was that she was smart. You wouldn't know it from her test results, but on the rare occasion I could actually get her to pay attention, she was always the first student in class to understand a new mathematical concept or a difficult bit of physics. And yet she never applied herself, actively looking down on those who did.
She was just too damn good-looking. Lacey had no reason to try - she knew with her looks, men would give her whatever she wanted. It was clear from the moment I met her that she was completely comfortable coasting by on her looks for the rest of her life.
Well, I'd made sure that it wasn't going to be like that with me. I'd seen other teachers turn to putty in her hands, stammering and giving her whatever grade she wanted, even when she clearly didn't deserve it.
Not me. I became a teacher to educate, not to pander to oversexed, spoiled little girls. I had standards, and I would make sure to hold every student to them.
No matter what they looked like.
So I made sure my expression was neutral as I looked back at Lacey as she stood there, waiting patiently to be acknowledged.
"Yes?" I said. "Can I help you with something?"
She smiled sweetly and gave me a flirty wave before stepping closer. She was wearing a short skirt with knee high boots, which showed off her legs, and a tight white blouse that emphasized her tits. As per usual, she was wearing makeup: eye shadow, eyeliner, lipstick, all of it.
None of it was subtle.
"Oh yes," she purred, licking her lips with a sultry look in her eyes. It was all I could do not to roll my eyes at her blatant attempt to use her body to get what she wanted: I was a happily married man, with no interest in anyone but my wife - especially not one of my students.
Even a student with a body like Lacey's.
I let out a sigh.
"What can I do for you, Lacey?"
A smile spread over her face.
"Well...," she started slowly, then leaned forward, her voice lowering to a low, seductive whisper. "You see..."
She took another step closer, then reached up to my shoulder, gently running her fingers along my arm. I resisted the urge to slap her hand away: I'd known plenty of girls like Lacey in my time, and I knew what sort of a reaction it would get.
She wouldn't take the hint. Her eyes would light up, and the challenge would start a fire in her belly.
I should probably describe myself at this point - I'm taller than average. I work out regularly, but I wouldn't describe myself as muscular. I'm not fat, not skinny, just in good shape. I've been told that I'm handsome, though of course I don't really see it.
It would be disingenuous to deny: there's something about me that women definitely find attractive. Especially, for reasons I can't explain, women who I can only describe as "man-hunters".
Women like Lacey.
All through college...I don't want to say that something ridiculous, like that I had to beat them off with a stick, but there was a certain type of woman that just seemed to find me irresistible. Confident women, women who know exactly what they want.
Women who want a man, and will stop at nothing to get him.
They were fun, at first, but it never took long for me to get bored with them. Like Lacey, they'd learned that their body would get them what they want, so they'd never put time into bettering themselves. Into becoming better conversationalists, well-read and well-rounded people.
Unlike my wife.
To me, my wife is the perfect woman. She's smart, funny, kind and loving. No one else could hold a candle to her - when we'd first met, we'd stayed up for days just talking, sharing our thoughts on everything, and we'd become inseparable after that. All other women pale in comparison to my wife, no matter how busty and butt-y and slutty they are.
If my wife has a weakness, it's her self-esteem. I mentioned that I fell in love with her mind: it's not that she's unattractive (again, I think she's perfect: the most beautiful woman in the world), she just doesn't look like...well, like the Lacey's in the world.
Like me, Sarah is in her mid-thirties, and it's clear that her bust is never going to come in. To make it worse, her mother and sister are both D-cups at least, not to mention her best friend, whose top half enters her room a few seconds before the rest of her catches up.
To say that Sarah isn't happy about her lack of chest would be an understatement. I don't want to say she's obsessive about it, but whenever she sees a woman with a larger bust (which, to be fair, is most women) she gets a look in her eye, and it's like she shrinks into herself.
She also teaches here - I mentioned that teachers definitely have favorites...well, Lacey is by far my wife's least favorite student. She's irritated by her for the same reasons as I am, of course: her refusal to study, her inability to focus, and her blatant disregard for authority.
But beyond that, I know Sarah resents Lacey because of her body. Because of the way she flaunts it, because of the way men treat her. More than once, she's come home seething at something Lacey has said.
My wife is convinced that Lacey is aware of her insecurities, and drops comments specifically to humiliate her in class. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm hardly one to defend the girl - she knows she's good looking, and she uses her looks to get whatever she wants. But I've never seen her actively be cruel or malicious.
I'm not calling Sarah a liar, of course. But I do think in this regard, she's being overly sensitive, reading motive into comments that simply isn't there. When Lacey complained about how "flat" my wife's teaching can be, it was hardly a respectful thing to say, but I did think reading it into a comment about her chest was reaching.
And so as Lacey ran her hand up and down my shoulder, I made sure to keep the bored expression on my face. I didn't want to pour fuel on the fire.
"Well,
sir
