*Author's note: This is a follow up to my story The Deal. I suggest reading that first for context and information about the characters although I hope this story will entertain you as a stand alone work. Thanks for reading.
Amazingly Sarah still had a job after her deal with her senior class went disastrously wrong and she ended up naked and being violated in ways she never imagined.
It had been almost a year since that night which saw her groped, her pussy and ass penetrated by multiple people's fingers and her cum upon by several people both male and female.
Despite possibly hundreds of photographs and videos being taken of her plight, and her being forced to walk home nude and cum drenched, somehow the wider society in the town hadn't apparently seen what had befallen the now third year biology teacher.
What was even more remarkable was the school principal and her colleagues had not seen or heard anything about it or at least if they had they were keeping quiet.
Sarah had waited for days after the humiliation to receive a telephone call from the principal terminating her employment or even worse for the local news to get hold of the story.
But there was nothing. Eventually she stopped living like a recluse and went out to the store still expecting something to happen. Maybe one of the students would be there or someone who'd seen the pictures would confront her? But again nothing.
Over the next few weeks as the summer break rolled on Sarah began to feel increasingly relieved and by the time the new school year began she'd not forgotten her ordeal but had at least become comfortable with the idea that perhaps it wouldn't ruin her career and force her to move to a cave on a mountain somewhere!
The school year began much as it had previously and progressed normally. Sarah even got the pay rise she'd been hoping for thanks to the exam results her class had achieved. A couple of times she thought students were laughing at her knowingly but nothing was said directly to her.
As time went by she had a growing sense of confidence that she'd got away with her huge error in judgement. She'd even come up with a plan that she thought would plausibly get her out of difficulty if the pictures or video did surface. 'I'll say they're deepfakes,' she told herself after watching a news report on the subject.
So as her third year of teaching drew towards a conclusion, and having made no risky deals with any students this time around, Sarah was looking forward to her long summer break.
Then it happened. Her past came back to haunt her and that spectre came in the worst possible form.
Sarah was at home reading a book and snacking on a big bag of potato chips when there was a knock at her front door.
'Who the heck is this at this time of night?' she thought with irritation.
The teacher got up off her couch and headed to the door. She opened it expecting someone to be at the wrong house or perhaps it would be a student playing a childish prank and they'd have knocked and run off.
If only she'd been that lucky. As she swung open the door she was faced with Claire - the girl who'd been the main architect of her degradation last year.
'Hi Miss Bell,' Claire said with her usual smirk, 'have you missed me?'
'What are you doing here Claire?' Sarah asked trying to sound calm and look confident.
'Can't an ex-student visit her favourite teacher?' Claire replied sarcastically.
'It's not really appropriate and...' Sarah was cut off mid-sentence by her former pupil shoving a finger into her face.
'Oh ssssh bitch,' said Claire, 'You're lucky to be still in this town. If I wasn't so nice they'd be pictures of your pussy plastered on every fence and videos doing the rounds on the internet so shut up'.
With that she shoved past Sarah and strode into the house. The shocked teacher followed closing the door behind her.
'What do you want Claire?' she asked impatiently.
'Not exactly the most welcoming host are you miss?' the teenager responded, 'but I guess I can't blame you for being unhappy to see me'.
'So?' said Sarah.
'Ok I'll get to the point although you really do need to work on your hosting skills,' replied Claire slyly, 'I'm back home for the summer and I'm holding a party while my parents are out of town'.
'Well thanks for the invitation but I'll pass,' said Sarah, 'now get out of my house'.
Claire got up from the chair she'd plonked herself lazily in and walked over to her ex-teacher. Standing inches from her face she hissed: 'Oh you're not invited '.
'Then what's the point of you being here?' Sarah said.
'You're not on the guest list,' Claire said with that smirk back on her face, 'but you are coming to the party...as the entertainment '.
Sarah's stomach flipped and she felt immediately like she was going to throw up. 'What?' was all she managed to say.
Claire broke into a full blown laugh. 'Well we had so much fun together last year I figured we could do it again,' she said, 'and I'm sure my friends will enjoy your performance'.
Regaining a modicum of composure Sarah said: 'No way. I'm not coming to any parties and I'm certainly not repeating what you did to me last year'.
Claire held up her phone and waved it in the teacher's face. 'That's a shame. I guess I'll just send these pictures of you to the school. I'm sure Principal Atherton will love them'.
'Go ahead,' said Sarah still trying to act calm, 'I'll say they're deepfakes '.
'You really want to take that risk?' said Claire, 'You really think they'll believe all these pictures and videos are deep fakes? I mean I'm flattered you think my tech skills are so great but really?'
It was true. Now she'd said it out loud Sarah wasn't convinced her excuse would work. One picture maybe but not loads and videos too. The teacher was once again resigned to her fate just as she had been that fateful night last year.
'When is this party?' she asked crestfallen, 'and what exactly are you going to do to me this time?'
'That's the old school spirit,' said Claire clearly relishing lauding it over her former teacher, 'tomorrow at 8. I'll write the address down for you. Oh and as for what'll happen we'll keep that a secret for now. It's more fun that way don't you think?'
'For you maybe,' Sarah responded dejectedly.
'Come on now miss,' Claire said, 'you'll enjoy it. Remember how wet you got last time? I do. My fingers were dripping after being in your pussy'.
Sarah was going to protest that she had not enjoyed it but decided there was no point. 'Just write down the address and leave please', she said.
'Ok', replied Claire. She produced a pen from the bag she was carrying and scribbled her address on the wall. Again Sarah briefly thought about admonishing her but stayed silent.