It's been a while since I've posted a story. This story was based on a newpaper story I read about an art teacher whose students found topless photos of her on a flashdrive. The photos were artistic rather than pornographic. They passed the photos around amongst themselves and things got a little out of hand with her leaving, understandably very upset about the whole incident, the media got involved. Even the headmaster of the school was on her side. It made me think how else it could have turned out if the photos were not so artistic, or if one of the students decided not to share the pictures he had.
Victoria sat at her desk and stretched her shapely legs. This was her 5th year at the private school and she was their art teacher. She fitted in well with the students and the teachers. Her and her husband had just bought a beautiful large house, and were now thinking of starting their family now that they were both settled. The only dampener on her life at the moment was that her husband's law firm were in difficulty, but with the money she was earning from being an art teacher at the private school helped secure their future. It would be tough if he lost his job, but they would be able to cope. Just.
She slipped her shoes back on her nylon covered feet and surveyed her class. The class was small, smaller than most only about 15 pupils in here, 18/19 years of age; all boys. Victoria had caught a couple of them looking at her a few times and had simply placed it down as a 'school boy crush'. What she hadn't known was what was going through one of the boy's mind right now.
Michael sat at the back of the class, and turned on his phone, flicking through the screens until his teacher was portrayed on the screen. This wasn't some candid snap he had taken, these were his treasures.
A few weeks back, he had come into the classroom to find his teacher, Victoria Salley, had left her laptop at the side of her desk, unguarded. Curious and hopeful, he had taken the laptop to the IT room and quickly copied the contents to examine later, and returned the laptop. What he discovered was a series of folders going back a few years, but her system was password protected. It had taken some time, a lot of late nights staring at his laptop, a lot of trawling the internet to find the right password crackers but he had managed it. Most were bills, credit card details, some pleasant photos. One of the oldest folders held the best treasure. Now he would confront the teacher, alone.
The bell rang. Friday 3:30pm. It was what everyone had waited for. Students filed out, talking amongst themselves about plans for Friday and the coming weekend, and Victoria sat back in her chair wishing them all a pleasant weekend. She looked around and saw Michael still putting his things away into his rucksack.
"Come on slow coach!" Victoria smiled pleasantly "It's Friday. Go home and let me finish up!" She put her hands above her head and stretched, shrugging her shoulders.
Michael nodded as he put the last of his work away and slung his rucksack over his shoulder. He went to walk out, his nerves excited. Should he? Shouldn't he?
"Miss? Can I ask you a question?"
Victoria eased her chair round to view Michael. He was in his final year, 18, a little awkward, always seemed a little nervous, and suffering from a little acne. Nothing a damn good wash wouldn't put right or a dose of some spot cream. After that he might at lease look, not handsome, but at least decent for someone. She noted that his eyes went to her legs, but she had worn a knee length skirt with dark pantyhose, so there was no chance of her showing anything else off. She again put it down to teenage hormones.
"Sure Michael, what is it?" She asked.
Miachel swallowed, and fished his phone out of his pocket and opened the photo gallery. He pressed the screen to start a slide show and turned and passed it to her. He'd remember the expression on her face when she saw herself
When she had been training to be a teacher, she had ran out of money. Too proud to ask for a loan from her family or friends, she had relied on what she had, and ended up using her body. It was nothing too sordid; there were plenty of worst things on the internet. What she had ended up doing, was a soft porn shoot. Stripping down to her underwear on a photo shoot; a couple of photos of her boobs and a few of her backside, nothing more. She had hated every moment of the shoot but her thought had been on the money. It had been just enough to help her over the rough patch until she got herself back on her feet. The guy had sent her a copy of the photos. She didn't realise that they had saved to a folder on her computer when she had unzipped them.
"Michael, where...where did you get those?" she asked as the screen showed more of the photos
"Friend of mine passed them me" he lied. "Got to admit, you did a really good shoot!"
"Just delete them, and we'll forget that you showed them me."
"No way! These are superb!" Michael grinned at her as the screen displayed more.
"Do you know what will happen if the headmaster finds these things on your phone? You'll be suspended from school. You know they have the zero tolerance policy!" She stared at him, a look of control on her face.
"Yeah" he replied. "So what will he think when he finds one of his teachers has been involved in it?"
"And that's why its in both of our interests that you delete them. Understood?"
Michael nodded. "Yeah, but I'll get suspended, sent to another school." He paused for a second. "But you won't will you?"
There it was on her face, just for a split second. The crack he was looking for. He pushed forward. "You'll get fired, and it's doubtful you'll find a school like this one again. Probably some inner-city school desperate for anyone."
Victoria looked at him, trying to counter his argument. Damn the little bastard!
"So, what would you suggest?" she asked keeping her voice sounding cool.
Michael looked her up and down. "I want a blow job."
She burst out laughing. "Oh my God! Are you serious?"
Michael kept his cool, and just nodded.
"Well Michael, 10 out of 10 for guts, but you can push that right out of your mind. That's not going to happen!"
Michael sat on the corner of her desk, knowing he still held all the cards. "I think you have that new house you were talking to Mrs Cooper about."
Victoria thought about it; the new house, how she had lied on the application, over stretched her and her husband's budget just to get that house she had wanted. She knew her husband's job wasn't enough to carry them both and this new place, but she wasn't going to submit to this little creep.
"I'll tell you what I offer; you get to pass the year, no effort."
