The situation changed a week later. Carol was grading papers after school when she looked up to see Amy Bowers standing by her desk, a frown on her face.
"Hello, Amy." Carol said, feeling the same nervousness she felt in class whenever she looked at the girl. It always brought back the memory of licking the young girl's pussy. "What are you doing here this late?"
"I wanted to talk to you about my grade," Amy said sourly.
"What about it?"
"It's not high enough. You gave me a 90 on that last test."
Amy got straight As anyway and Carol had not changed any of her grades. She had no compunction about changing the grades for Dunross and his buddies, but had not had to fiddle with Amy's.
"You got a 90. What's the problem?"
Amy leaned across the desk, her voice a vicious snarl. "The problem is I earn my 90s. I don't get them from my own personal slut. Brian gets perfect scores for nothing and from now on, I expect the same treatment."
Carol frowned. If she started giving everyone a 100, there was bound to be suspicion. With Dunross, it was more a matter of being under his control than anything else. She didn't feel the same way about Amy and did not feel like budging on the issue. Amy could see the refusal on her face before she even said anything.
"Maybe I better have a talk with Mr. Withers." she threatened. "I'm sure he'd love to know how you help some of your students study."
"Don't threaten me young lady," Carol said sternly, though her stomach was in knots. She couldn't let the girl say anything to the principal or she would be out of a job. But she was not afraid of Amy. After all, the girl was not like Brian Dunross, not dominating at all. "You try something like that and your little butt will be out of here so fast you won't know what hit you."
"You fucking slut," Amy cried. "All you care about is being Brian's little toy. Is it that good?"
Carol didn't answer. What could she say?
"Fine," Amy said. "We'll see just how good you are at explaining your way out of this."
Amy stomped out of the room and Carol angrily watched her leave. A tiny glimmer of doubt crept into her head. Suppose Amy did go to Withers with the story-she might get called on the carpet and who knew what might happen then? She would have to find some way to insure that the girl was stopped before that happened.
She drove home and called Dunross, relaying the conversation. He didn't seem concerned at all and assured the worried teacher that he would take care of things. He said he would call later and hung up.
Dunross called within the hour.
"It's all going to be taken care of," he promised.
"What's going to happen?" Carol wanted to know.
"Hey, don't worry. A couple of the guys will go around to Amy's tonight and have a talk with her. Her parents are out of town and they can convince her to keep her mouth shut."
"Why should she do that?" Carol asked. "She sounded serious."
"She wants a scholarship to Yale. Think they're going to give one to somebody who was involved in something with her teacher? That blackmail cuts both ways and the boys will just point that out to her. No rough stuff or anything like that."
"How will we know if she agrees? I don't think I can sleep tonight without knowing everything is going to be fine."
She heard Dunross chuckle. "OK, doggie, I'll swing by and get you. We'll go over to Amy's and watch the boys in action. Be ready in twenty minutes."
Carol was waiting when he pulled up. She got in the car and he casually unzipped her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. Carol looked apprehensively out the window to make sure no one was on the street, then moved closer so he could more easily rub her tits. She arched her back as the teenager brutally squeezed her firm breasts, taking delight in her gasps as she tried to adjust to the roughness of his foreplay. He used two fingers to pinch her nipples, making them hard.
Brian quickly drove through town to a quiet neighborhood. He pulled up outside a two story wooden house surrounded by tall oak trees.
"Amy's house," he informed Carol.
As they watched a van pulled into the driveway and two of Carol's students got out. They walked to the door and knocked and she could hear a quick conversation with Amy before they all disappeared inside.
Brian reached under her skirt and moved his hands up her legs. "Hey, I thought I told you not to wear panties," he said angrily.
"I forgot. When Amy came into my room today it got me all worried and..." Carol started to explain.
Dunross cut her off and flipped open the glove compartment. She could see a rolled up dogchain inside.
"You know what to do with it,:" Dunross said.
Carol obediently slipped a loop over her head and handed the end of the chain to Dunross. He smiled and jerked the chain tight. "Reach inside and get your surprise," he ordered.
Carol did as she was told and pulled out a twelve inch vibrator, thickly studded with small projections. "Use it," he told her.
Carol switched it on and the car was filled with a low hum. She put the top of the vibrator against her pussy and moaned softly as the tender tissues were inundated with delicious sensations. She began to slide it back and forth as Dunross leaned over to lick and suck her nipples. He flipped her skirt up so he could watch as she used the machine to bring herself off. Her moans became louder and louder and she threw back her head, eyes closed and mouth half open with pleasure. A small smile tugged at her lips. Just as she was ready to go over the top, Dunross jerked the vibrator out of her hand.
"Let's go. We'll do this later."
Carol began to button her blouse, but Dunross pushed her hands away and told her to leave it the way it was. She followed him across the street, painfully aware that anyone might see them. He held the end of the chain in one hand and her breasts were on display. If there was someone out walking, there would be no way to explain this. Dunross walked to the rear of the house and onto a deck. He tried the back door and nodded when he found it open. As they entered quietly, they could hear Amy arguing with the boys.
"You're wasting your time," Amy said stubbornly.
"I don't think so. We've got a good thing going and you're not going to screw it up for us. You got what you wanted, so why are you complaining?"
"Did I? I don't need any help with grades like you Neanderthals."
"Then what's the problem?"
"The problem is that Brian is hogging everything."
"I don't get it."
