It has been 3 weeks since Janet Darwin attempted to blackmail her teacher by drugging him & making it seem as he forced her to take sexy photos & have sex, but her arrogance & poor attendance proved to be her undoing. While she held her teacher Wade Brooks captive & thoroughly fucked him at knife point Janet was unaware of the camera Wade used to record his classes for online students, but not only was her crime filmed she admitted to blackmailing other teachers & that her two older sisters had as well. Though Wade tried telling Janet about the camera her cruel nature & need to torment her prey led to him secretly enjoying her "Trap," but upon revealing her being filmed Wade established Janet had trapped herself & her only option is being his toy.
For Wade, seventh period has become his favorite class, not only is it the last class of the day it's also the period Janet Darwin is in his class. While the bad girl of West Central High School still confidently prowls the halls causing trouble, greeting friends, & flirting with the boys she still views as puppets, Wade has seen her iron clad spirit ebb over the past few weeks. The 18 year olds wavering strength is especially noticeable come seventh period.
Seeing Mr. B greeting his students entering his classroom sends an icy shiver down her spine & an unwelcome erotic tingle between her thighs. Even while talking with her friends her eyes & mind wander to him. His silence & indifferent behavior towards her these past few weeks has Janet unsettled especially after Wade claimed her as his "New toy."
"Craig you still owe me your rough draft... hey Britt... Sam, good to see you on time," Wades cheerful greetings cause a knot in Janets stomach & her pace to slow as she approaches.
"Remember to get your notes out & the paper from yesterday about citing sources," Wade reminds the class before turning back to the hall. He saw her detach from her friends & head towards class, but appears ignorant to her existence. Though her scent excites him more than ever since Wade plans to finally make good on his promise of making Janet his new toy. Janet still confused by her sadness as again Wade doesn't even bother greeting her when entering the room.
Standing in front of the class he begins saying: "Before we get started I'd like to thank those of you who signed up for summer school," his eyes pause on Janet, "I appreciate you ruining my summer by failing to turn in any work this semester or by just being lazy. Also, while you continue working on your final draft I'll be calling a few of you to my desk to discuss your previous drafts. Been teaching since I was 22, so I know a few things. Now, we'll quickly go over how to integrate research & sources into your writing..." Wade swiftly discusses the review & conducts class as usual, but Janet nervously senses something is different & her rising fear is confirmed when she is the last name called to his desk.
"So, uh, Mr. B what's up?" her faux confidence is easily spotted, but her trembling lip is what truly gives Janet away. He ignores her for a few moments then begins addressing her without even looking at her.
"Hmm, Janet right? It's been an unusual 3 weeks with you being in class every day & your other teachers report your attendance has improved for them too. Specifically, Mr. Miller & Mr. Gladeio report improvement," now finally looking at her to enjoy the panic spreading through her at the names of teachers she successfully blackmailed. "Now let's go over your drafts," he signals Janet sit next to him & shifts closer to her once she has sat down. They both look at the document "I wasn't surprised by how well written this is, but you still need to ensure you turn these run-on sentences into different statements or use correct punctuation to make them proper sentences or individual points or ideas. Though I was surprised by how bad my fiancé wanted me to fuck her after watching our video. I mean, normally when I choke Kayla she cums harder than normal, but that time wow she squirted hard... though it might have also been the slapping, the screaming obscenities, the being held down, & the brutal fucking. I didn't even stop when she cried, begged, or yelled 'stop,' but I guess she shouldn't have told me to fuck her like I'm going to fuck you." His eyes still have not left the paper, but as Janet shifts uncomfortably Wade digs his fingers into her upper thigh.
"Act natural, no one is paying attention & they can't see behind my desk," his eyes still look at the paper as if the conversation is normal while Janets eyes fight back tears. "I've been doing research on you, I know you left your doting mother & step-father to live with your absentee father because he thinks your love & your sisters love can be bought. I know your phone number & that you plan on trying to use whatever texts or calls we may exchange against me, but just don't. I know your work schedule. I know most nights you are home alone & have no curfew. I know you just got your latest birth control shot. I also know you can be quite the romantic," Janet gulps, "Go to the staff lounge bathroom down the hall that's marked 'out of order' take off your clothes & write me a love note about how much you want me to fuck you then give it & your panties to me. Make sure you say, what was it about a can?"
"Are you fucking serious?" she asks with annoyed defiance, but his intense glare terrifies her. "Pl-please don't," Janet mumbles as a tear runs down her cheek & his grip tightens.
"Say it," Wade demands angrily through clenched teeth while intensifying his grip on her thigh. The anger begins rising as he recalls how as the cruel predator Janet enjoyed forcing herself upon him & the delight she felt in hatching a scheme that threatened his job & freedom. Seeing her as fearful prey greatly excites him.
"Red Bull, your-your cock f-feels like a Red Bull can," She begins to blush & nervously gulps. With a defeated shame-tinged sigh Janet whispers "But it's a little big-bigger."
A deep breath fills her lungs when his hand releases her thigh. Janet is surprised when he finally looks at her, his kind eyes gaze into hers for a moment causing her to recall the joy he exudes while teaching though especially their many passionate kisses, but his anger & hunger for her surfaces when he silently mouths "Go." On shaky legs Janet stands to walk away, but stumbles when she sees her teacher scribble "Touch yourself while you write to me."
Once in the hallway Janet nearly collapses as the gravity of her situation further sinks in. Leaning against the lockers she struggles to slow her breathing, but can't calm her racing mind. With each step surprising thoughts & fears flood her mind: "If the other teachers know what will they do with me or to me," "How many men would he force me to fuck," "Mr. B fucked his fiancé until she cried," "She asked him to fuck her like me & it made her cry," "She liked the video of her man getting fucked by me," "What if she wants to hurt me or fuck me," "Why am I getting so wet." Her last thought & realization sends a shiver down her spine.
Janet turns the corner & nearly stumbles over a stack of wood thanks to an overwhelmed mind desperate to make sense of her predicament. She becomes nervous upon noticing the hallway & classrooms are vacant due to remodeling. Quickly & quietly, Janet goes to the lounge at the end of the long vacant hall. The missing video cameras has her worried her teacher intends on making use of the unobserved & unoccupied lounge.
"There are too many fuck-tards in this school to just leave all this construction crap out," Janet thinks while sneaking into the 'closed' lounge that seems to now be mostly storage. Breathing becomes hard when she recalls the anger in Mr. B's eyes & sees how secluded this room is. Nervously making her way to the bathroom, upon entering she quickly locks the door causing a pained sigh to escape her lungs. The motion sensitive light terrifies her further, but quickly feels safe when her stunning reflection reminds her that she is alone & safe. Though Janet remembers her task upon seeing a notepad & pen on the counter. A shudder racks her body when she sees a note reading: "Be creative & truly enjoy yourself, I'll know if you don't." Janet finds herself feeling even more fearful & uncomfortable at the thought of another camera watching her, but resigns herself to her fate.
"So, he wants a 'love note' & a mention of his stupid cock... that feels stupid good," she mutters while assessing her "Work space." Scooting the small random table to the toilet Janet plops down on the porcelain throne & begins to write. "To my... beautiful bull," she says while rolling eyes in annoyance. "My lithe body beckons to feel your..." she taps her pen trying to think of something corny, but is interrupted by a text from an unfamiliar number.
"You are supposed to take your clothes off & touch yourself while you write. Strip now." Startled by his "Omniscience" Janet quickly stands up & kicks off her sneakers before undoing her snug jeans. As she hastily begins peeling her pants down a text from the unfamiliar number instructs her to: "Do it sexy, like you're being watched by someone who despises you & wants to humiliate & use you." Blood rushes to her cheeks, his words both infuriate & arouse her.
Bending at the waist Janet hooks her thumbs into her pant pockets & proceeds to slowly slide her jeans down her discreetly plump bottom. While tall & slim her meaty heart shaped hiney is accentuated by her long-toned legs & slim waist. Hesitantly, Janet pauses to hold her pants at the base of her bottom thinking of the porn she has seen then uses the pants to seductively jiggle her cheeks. While she knows her bottom isn't large her former boyfriends have enjoyed squeezing her healthy cheeks. Feeling the flush in her face spread to her chest Janet ignores her abject embarrassment to finish elegantly unwrapping her legs. Biting her lip, she whips her auburn hair back then slowly runs her hands through it while simultaneously slowly standing straight again. Her eyes close as she delicately drags her fingertips down her jaw line to momentarily graze her pouting bottom lip. Fingers dance down her slender neck each hand playfully tracing the outline of her breasts before gently grasping each.
