Michael walked along the street. It was cold and wet, the rain heavy, but he had a plan in his head and soon he would be warm. He looked at the house numbers as he walked; his collar up against the rain. 31. He had found Victoria's house.
Victoria had not long got home after a late evening of marking her class's tests and a short trip to the supermarket. At home, she found a note saying her husband was going out with friends after work. She got herself the salad she had bought out of the bag and looked at it. Instead of opening it, she pulled out a bottle of wine out of the bag and opened that instead; pouring herself a large glass. She still couldn't believe what had happened on the previous Friday, how one of her students had used her. Michael had discovered photographs of her from a few years back, when she had done a soft porn shoot. She had done what she needed to do to keep him quiet, to keep her job, to keep her new house. Looking at her glass, Victoria realised she had already drank it and poured another. Drinking on an empty stomach was not a good idea, she'd missed lunch, no dinner yet, but she'd have something to eat in bit. Maybe the salad, or even phone out for a pizza. She started on the second glass.
Walking slowly up to the house, he noted that only one car was on the drive, and that was his teacher's. He knew her husband drove, but tonight his car wasn't here. He smiled to himself and walked up to the house. It was getting dark, and inside the house he could see a couple of lights on. Deciding against having an explore around the house, he pressed the doorbell and waited in the rain. A minute later the door opened to reveal Victoria. She hadn't changed much from school and was still in the skirt and blouse she had been wearing today. She had taken off her shoes, and was walking around in her nylon covered soles. In her hand she held an almost empty wine glass. Her eyes looked at him and narrowed.
"What?" she looked at him in disbelief "What the hell are you doing here?"
Michael shrugged. "Thought you might want to talk about Friday."
Victoria's mouth opened. "You said you would delete the pictures. You swore you would!"
He held his hands up "I deleted them like I said I would. I just want to talk."
"I have nothing to say to you. Just...just fuck off!" the last part of her sentence came out as a snarl.
Michael was amazed, he hadn't expected his teacher to swear, but she had.
"Well, are you not going to invite me in?" said Michael brazenly, water dripping off his nose.
"I said to fuck off, and I meant it!" Her eyes burned at him, but Michael ignored it.
"it's just that there are some other...pictures."
Victoria looked at him her eyes narrowing again at her student. She had remembered the photo shoot. There had been only one photo shoot. "You're lying!"
Michael shook his head 'no'. "If you want, I can show you them here on your doorstep, or we can go inside."
Victoria looked around outside, but there was no-one else to see. "Show me!"
He shook his head 'no' again. "Im not pulling my phone out to get it ruined in the rain. Give me 5 minutes inside, and I'll show you."
She sized up the threat, he had pictures last time, and had uploaded them to the school forum to get his own way. She couldn't risk him doing it again. Victoria stood aside and let him in. "5 minutes. Then I never want to see you again, got it?"
Michael just smiled as he walked in, glad to be out of the rain, and glad to be in her house for the next part of his plan.
Victoria turned to him. "OK, now, what are these other photos?"
He ignored her and saw the light on in the kitchen. "Are you alone?"
"Yes." She replied before she thought better of answering his question. "So where are these other pictures?"
Michael instead wandered through to her kitchen and looked round. He picked up a towel, drying some of the rain off him as Victoria stood in the door way.
"Can I have a glass of that wine?" he asked.
"Pictures or get the hell out of my house!"
Michael nodded and brought out his phone, setting up the slide show of the film stills. Victoria took the phone from him and witnessed the pictures. They showed her in detail, kneeling in front of him, giving him head. Other pictures showed her covered in cum, looking up at him. They were taken out of context but, shown like this they made her stomach churn. She put her glass down and poured another large glass of wine.
"Why Michael?" she asked, struggling to contain the tears. "Am I such a bitch that you have to treat me like this?"
Michael just leant against the wall and listened to her.
"You promised you would delete the pictures, and then you do this?"
He could see her hand shaking, from shock, fear or anger, he couldn't tell.
"What do you want from me?" she asked exhausted.
He waited for a moment. "Another blow job."
"So you can film me again?" she shook her head and took a large swig of her wine. "Oh no kid, you got me with that before."
"I know, but this time I don't have a camera."
She stared at the dark red of her drink, gently swilling it around, wishing she could just keep on drinking, all alone and just finish bottle after bottle.
"OK" she said draining the last of the wine. "Lets just get this over with."
"Upstairs. I want it on your bed."
Victoria went to protest and then realised that if her husband came home, and she was blowing a student, it might not be easy to explain. She led the way upstairs.
Michael followed her, looking at the pictures of her and her husband on the walls. He looked in front of him, and there was his teacher walking up the stairs. Unable to resist, he reached out his hand and stroked the back of her leg, stroking the nylons she was wearing.
"So smooth" he whispered.
Victoria froze and felt his hand sliding up and down her leg.
"What are you doing? This was not part of the deal."
Michael slid his hand a little higher under her skirt, and she moved on, not letting him feel any more of her. Michael resumed following her
She led him to the bedroom and turned on the light. Her head span a little and she placed her hand on the wall. Taking a deep breath, she moved on and sat on the edge of the bed. "Well?" she said, staring coolly at him. "Are you going to drop them?"
He nodded and began to unfasten his pants, quickly kicking them off and aside.
"Take your top off. I want to see those breasts"
She looked at him and thought about it. She had bared them on a topless beach, and he had seen them on the photo shoot. Taking the waist of the top, she pulled it up and over her head, revealing her breasts in a silver grey bra.
"Come on, and the bra now!" he said, his voice eager and excited.
She reached behind and stopped herself. No, she thought. I don't want this little prick in charge anymore.
"if I take off this bra, what do I get?" she asked, her voice feeling a little stronger.
"I....I don't know." He said, confused by this change in her. "What do you want?"
She thought about it, and then smiled. "Your phone."
Victoria knew how precious it was to him. It was his life, everything was on that phone, and he was never seen without it in class.
"No way. This is expensive."
She purred at him as she spoke now, feeling herself regain some of her strength. The took a finger and slid it gently along the cup of her bra. "Are you saying my tits aren't worth it Michael?"
