Every character is over 18.
"Alright. We'll see you next week, don't forget I'll need all your term papers on my desk Monday, no exceptions, no excuses." Ms. Riley, the Advanced Composition teacher called out as all the students gathered their things.
"Fuck," Carl hissed to his friend. "I haven't even started it...shit, shit, shit!"
Baron nodded, "What a fucking bitch. This is the first weekend with warm weather and I'll have to sit in front of my computer the whole time. What did she give you to write about?"
"Examples of Imagery in Shakespearian Tragedies," ugh!
The two boys headed down the hall to the Physics lab dreading the massive project they'd put off for the last few weeks.
Katherine Riley could tell who was stressed about the deadline and who wasn't, and at least half the class were shaking their heads or looking pained when talking to their classmates. She wished she could extend the due date but the department head would come down hard on her. Mrs. Samuals or Mr. Trask could get away with this but as a first-year teacher...
"You know...Ms. Riley should loosen up," Baron sighed as they walked down the hall, "she always seems like she's got a stick up her ass."
Carl laughed, "I know I'd like to put my stick up her ass. Did you see what Jerry did in the library last month? Ms. Riley was trying to get closer to the computer sitting on one of those high chairs. He goes up and says loudly, "Can I push in your stool?" She thanked him at first, then blushed when all the kids around started laughing.
"Man! I wish I'd seen that. You'd think she lets her boyfriend push in her stool? I doubt it. I'll bet she is a 'lie on her back and get it over with' type of girl."
"Give me a half-hour with the bitch and I'll deliver my report deep in her cunt," Carl said heatedly.
Baron laughed, "First her ass, now her cunt. When will you get around to her mouth?"
"She'll need to clean my dick with that smart tongue of hers," he chuckled.
The boys both thought about the liberties they'd like to take with Ms. Riley. Tall, slender with long straight red hair that she kept in a ponytail. Her conservative attire couldn't hide her tight round ass, generous breasts, and tiny waist, but it was her long shapely legs that most boys thought about. What would it be like to have those legs wrapped around their waists? More than once both boys had jerked off imagining their teacher naked under or on top of them.
* * *
"I'm sure all of you have looked at the polls. The school bond issue doesn't look like it will pass...35% for... If that's the case, I'm afraid the board will be demanding budget cuts next year," David Savage sighed. He looked at Barbara Wilson, "Curricula like Latin," he turned to Allison Drew, "art, and the fringe sports," he frowned at Jim Jenson, "like lacrosse are in danger of being cut." he sighed. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I just don't want anyone blind-sided by this."
David had been principal at this school for 15 years and every year it was getting harder and harder to get the bond issues passed. People didn't realize that the labs, computers, and other expenses were getting more expensive each year. He looked around at the teachers, "Perhaps the state will come through but I'd be surprised. Ok, let's all have hope I'm wrong so don't let my pessimism ruin your weekend."
Barbara walked out with her friend, Katherine Riley, "They can't cancel Latin, can they? I mean it's not the hottest class and as languages go, Spanish seems to attract the most kids, but...oh crap!" she sighed.
Katherine hugged the blonde. They both started at the same time and became friends from the start, "I would be shocked if they canceled Latin. We need to get more kids to enroll in your classes then they would have no choice," she said hopefully, "Let's encourage the kids coming up to sign up for next year." She looked at her friend, "There has to be something we can do."
"Thanks, but I'll get my resume up to date anyhow," the blonde woman sighed. "I really thought I'd found a home." She laughed, "We could have a bake sale to fund Latin...or I could go stand on the corner of Wallace and 4th."
"At least you'd make more than we get paid now," Katherine grinned, "I'll tell you what, I'll send Mark over as your first customer. He'd do you in a flash."
* * *
Carl looked outside, a slight breeze, 76 degrees, and groaned. "Fuck!" he thought. He could hear the distant sounds of balls hitting bats followed by yelling kids. He got up and closed the window since it was impossible to concentrate even without the temptation to join his friends.
He was finally making headway on the report when his phone went off.
"Chuck, what's up? I hope this is good since I...what?...Yes, she is. Can't be...No, can't be...she's a prudish bitch. I'm telling you...Ok, hang on, let me check." He looked doubtful as he checked the picture that had just come in.
"Holt shit! Dude! It's her...she was there last night? Hang on, I just got the other pictures."
There she was, Ms. Riley, legs opened wide, two fingers deep in her cunt on a chair. The lighting was dim but there was no mistaking the glowing red hair, perky tits, and long slender legs...and the bitch was up on a stage. The pictures were taken over the shoulders of a bunch of men, some waving dollar bills in the air.
"Chuck, do you have more? I'm telling you...Christ. Send that over. You might just have freed up my weekend...I know...me too. I've jerked off more than once just imagining...ok, thanks. I'll check it out when it comes in."
The boy quickly dialed, "Baron, dude. Want to head over to the park?... You don't have to. I've got the golden ticket...the get out of jail free card...get over here...yes, now! Cool!"
The two boys looked at the video of their teacher stripping slowly as she danced on the stage. Every once in a while the camera scanned the men all staring as the beautiful woman swayed to the music, eyes closed as she peeled off layer after layer until all she had on was her 4" spikes. The tall redhead squatted down, her legs splayed wide as she turned to show her trimmed cunt to all the rapt men before getting on a chair, leaning back, and almost doing the splits. Then someone was pulled up onto the stage and pushed into a chair.
They silently rubbed their crotches as the naked redhead yanked down the man's pants and stroked his cock. Seeing her squat over his lap and press her pussy against his impressive erection made them almost cum.
Carl's cock was straining to be set free and he glanced at his friend, "I can't watch any more right now but I'll burn a copy of this and the dozen or so pictures my brother sent me."
"How does your brother know your teacher? Doesn't he live over in Princedale?" The boy asked.
"I've told him how it sucks he graduated 6 years ago since he missed out on the hottest teacher ever at Westview High. I might have described her in detail, and he was up at East Dowling at a bachelor party and saw this redhead...Man! Who would have thought?"
"She must have a real kinky side," Baron mused, "That's what? 75 miles away?"
Carl nodded, "So when she asks for our reports, I'll ask her to verify it's the right one," he held up an identical drive, "since I was too stupid to label these before coming to school." he grinned.
* * *
Katherine Riley plopped down after her sixth-period class left, sighing. 'I need to cut back on going out on weekends since I am not catching up on sleep,' she thought, 'On top of that Mark was extra needy after the bachelor party Friday night.' She thought back to how her boyfriend pulled the groom up onto the stage so he could get a lap dance.
A couple of weeks earlier Mark came up behind her, kissed her neck, and told her he'd found a quick way to make some easy cash. Stripping at a bachelor party.
"Right. Not happening," she replied, "I'm a teacher and I'd lose my job if anyone found out, also why would you want people to see me naked?" she asked.
"Well, you're fucking hot for one, 2, you're an exhibitionist at heart, remember spring break? 3, money. Mr. Howard asked me to find a redheaded stripper, he'll pay $1,000 for the night," he smiled.
"What? For that I assume I'd have to fuck everyone there?" he said looking shocked.
"Nope. He said, and I quote, 'Find me a hot redhead with a flawless body to strip down, fully naked, dance for the boys, and give my son the greatest lap dance he'll ever have and I'll pay her $1,000,'" he smiled. "I thought of you immediately."
Katherine shook her head, "Sorry, even for $1,000. If word got out I'd be screwed...figuratively that is. If this is at a strip joint, who knows who'll be there?"
"Relax, they're renting out the community theater in East Dowling, Larry, the groom's an actor there. It will be by invite only and no one I know is on the list." He hugged his girlfriend, "I'm getting hard just thinking about all those guys checking you out."
Katherine remembered nodding at which point Mark picked up his phone telling Mr. Howard he'd found the perfect girl. She then had to pose naked to verify she was as hot as Mark had claimed. She'd never let any guy take nude pics of her and yet there she was, legs open playing with herself. At first, she protested but then suggested more lewd poses.
Their sex that night was as energetic as it had ever been.
The night of the bachelor party she'd come very close to cheating on Mark as she considered reaching between her legs to put the groom's cock inside her but he came just as she touched him. She then gave lap dances to the rest of the bridal party, including Mr. Howard. Then when urged she jerked off the rest of the group, a cock in each hand. Her pussy achingly throbbed just thinking back to how many cocks were pressed against her pussy. As fun as the whole experience had been she was glad it was over and determined never to do that again, though she did make another $690 in tips...which she thought ironic. She needed to get her thoughts back to the next class as two of her students showed up early.
