Carol read the handwritten note stuck in her teacher's mailbox. "After school today. 3 o'clock. Wrestling room." She quickly stuffed it into her purse before anyone else could see it, her heart beating faster. She had no doubt that the note was from Brian Dunross. She wondered for a moment what would happen if she simply refused to show up, then realized she had no real choice. Before the students had released her the previous Friday night, they made her promise to give Brian a blow job. She had eagerly agreed and enthusiastically slurped his dick to a sloppy orgasm. While she was performing the oral sex act, one of the students had been filming her on videotape. She had not realized what was happening until it was finished, at which point Dunross had threatened to send the tape to the Board of Education if she did not do what they wanted.
The following Monday, Carol had dutifully changed the grades in her gradebook. Dunross had been cooperative all week in class and the others had followed his lead, though she caught them smiling secretly at her during class, causing her to blush in embarrassment. Carol had been on pins and needles all week long, certain that something awful was going to happen because of the incident, but nothing had. The grades for the quarter had come out the day before and she hoped that the meeting with Dunross was to acknowledge that she had kept her side of the bargain.
It was a weird situation. On the one hand, she was frightened that word would get out, ruining her forever. But at night, alone in her apartment, she had relived the memory a dozen times or more, playing back every single scene. Invariably, she would have to reach into her nightstand and get out her vibrator to bring herself to climax, her pussy aching with a strange unfulfilled desire. Carol made sure the note was well hidden and tried to concentrate on her classes.
Dunross was cooperative again in class and Carol convinced herself that everything was cool. When the bell rang, he lingered for just a moment, then walked by her desk, quietly saying, "See you after school today, right, teach?"
Carol fumbled for composure as she replied, "What are you talking about?"
Dunross laughed. "You got the note. Just be there."
The rest of the day was a blur and Carol sat in her classroom after the last bell, watching the hands of the clock move slowly toward three. When she felt she could delay no longer, she began walking toward the wrestling room, located in a part of the building she wasn't familiar with. The school had built an addition for the wrestlers, connected to the main building by a long, dark hallway. She found the small, dingy room, full of dozens of mats. With the season not yet started, the room was empty.
Carol paused at the door and peered in through the dirty glass. She couldn't see anything because the lights were out. She pushed open the door and walked inside. The room smelled of ancient sweat and cracked rubber from the mats. With no windows, the place was hot and odorous. Her shoes clicked loudly on the wooden floor as she hesitantly made her way along the wall searching for a light switch. She clicked it on and was relieved to see the room was empty. Mats, rolled into huge cylinders, lined one wall.
A glance at the wall clock showed her that it was five after three already. She decided she could leave without repercussions. If Dunross was late, she thought, that was his tough luck. Carol was convincing herself this was a dangerous game and one she could not afford to play. She could not lose her job and this could sort of behavior never stayed secret for long. If the principal found out about it, she would be gone in the time it took to fill out a form. She practically sprinted for the door, a weight lifted off her shoulders now that she had made a decision. No matter how much it aroused her to think about it, she could not do this sort of thing ever again.
As she reached the door it swung open, barely missing her as she saw Dunross and several boys she didn't recognize.
"Going somewhere?" Dunross asked, firmly taking her by the arm and leading her back into the room.
Carol had no choice but to go along. "Ok, I'm here," she whispered, conscious of the stares coming from the other students. "What do you want?"
The other boys broke off looking to unroll several of the mats, covering a large section of the floor.
"Want?" Dunross echoed. "I just wanted you to be here so we could have some fun."
"What kind of fun?"
"Oh, you'll see."
"I'm not staying here, Brian. Look, I did what you wanted and you got your "A". We're done, as far as I'm concerned."
"That's right, you did, and I appreciate it. But after all, there are three more quarters in the year. How do I know you'll keep your word about the rest of the year?"
"If I did it once, I'll do it again," Carol said angrily.
"Yes, you will," Dunross laughed.
"You told me you would give me the tape after I changed the grades," Carol said, trying a new direction. "As far as I'm concerned we're through."
"Well, I lied. Besides, it seems to me you were agreeable to what we did last week. I don't know why you want to stop now."
"If someone finds out I'd be fired," Carol pleaded. "I'd be out of a job and probably thrown into jail as well."
Dunross saw the look of panic on her beautiful face and was more turned on than he had ever been in his life. He ran his eyes over her long dark hair, seeing the fear in her beautiful brown eyes. Looking at her firm body, he knew that this was a dream come true. There was no way he was letting this get away from him.
"I guess you'll have to do everything I say then, won't you? If anyone ever accuses you of anything, you can just tell them you were with me on that day, tutoring me. No one will doubt the word of an "A" student. Now, stop whining and enjoy yourself. I watched you the other night. You really dug what was happening, so why fight it?"
The boys had the mat set up and pulled off heir sweats to reveal wrestling tunics. Carol saw that they were all muscular and trim and the skin tight tunics emphasized every line. The outfits showed lumps in the groin area and she looked away. All of the wrestlers began doing warm-up stretches, looking at her from the corner of their eyes. There were six of them all together. Dunross walked to the door and taped thick sheets of cardboard over each window before locking it with a loud click. He walked slowly back to where Carol nervously stood.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Just a little pre-season practice."
"Why am I here?"
"You're the prize. The winner of each match moves on and the one who wins the whole thing gets you."
"You must be out of your mind," Carol said angrily.
"We'll see. You sit over there and watch. Which one do you like? Just think, in about twenty minutes you can be fucking one of these guys with that sweet pussy of yours."
The boy's words and commanding manner were making Carol aware that she had no control in this situation. She did not know what to do. These boys knew she was a teacher, but Dunross had the upper hand and if she walked out, she knew he was perfectly capable of sending the tape where it would do her the most harm. Maybe she could use her authority to see that the story did not spread any farther.
Dunross must have read something in her face because he said, "Don't get any ideas about getting out of this somehow. In fact, you are going to tell everyone the rules of this little competition."