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Not The Teacher's Pet
Chapter 01
I can't believe he failed me. Mr. James my history teacher failed me. Does he not know who I am? He does not seem to grasp the influence I have.
Who am I you ask? I am Sharon Olson, I am a senior and the captain of the cheerleading squad. I was homecoming queen, and I will no doubt be the Prom Queen when the time comes.
I am the most popular girl in school. Some say I have the perfect body, I am 5'3", just over 100 pounds. I have long reddish brown hair add green eyes. True my boobs are kind of small, just 32B but my cute butt and sexy legs more than makes up for it.
My Dad is the CEO of a major bank who contributes large amounts of money to the school. Money for education, money for sports, even money for the music program. My Mom does not have a job but she does a lot of volunteer work for the school.
I know I should have studied harder, but with cheerleading, seeing my college age boyfriend on the weekends and my other classes I did not have the time.
Maybe if I just talk to Mr. James he will understand.
It was at lunch time Friday when I went to talk to him about my grade. We had a big game that night so I was wearing my red and gray cheerleading uniform. I knew I was sexy as hell and that could only help.
Mr. James came around and sat on the front of his desk as I took a seat in the front row. When I sat down I let my skirt slide up my leg showing a lot of creamy thigh. Mr. James did not even blink.
As he started telling me he could not help me and I was stuck with the grade I got, I tried leaning forward, letting him get a glimpse down my top.
Just my luck to get stuck with a teacher with ethics. He tells me there is nothing he can do for me and I started to plead with him.
I did not want to do it but if I had to I would suck Mr. James cock. He is not that bad looking actually. At 5' 9" tall He is a little too husky for my taste but not fat, a bit balding but his brown hair matches his eyes.
When I made it obviously what I was offering he turned me down flat and told me it was time for me to leave. As he got up he knocked some papers off his desk. I was about to leave when he bent down to pick them up.
His shirt rode up and I was not sure what I seen at first. So I took a closer look and was surprised to see the lacy waistband of a pair of light blue nylon panties and what looked like a white garter belt. Mr. James was wearing women's underwear.
I left the classroom. I had to think how I could use this to my advantage. An idea was forming but it was still fuzzy. Later in Geometry class it dawned on me what I had to do. I had to get proof that he was wearing panties. But How?
After class I tracked down two guys I knew, Tony and Spike. They were the scum of the high school but I knew they would do anything for a buck.
Spike and Tony were huge and not to bright, they were already 18 and It was a wonder they were still in school. I explained what I wanted and then offered them $100 apiece to help me. They were laughing so hard by the time I was through that I think Spike had tears in his eyes.
They agreed to meet me after the last class and watch for Mr. James to leave. We would follow and I would get all the proof I needed.
I was not sure what Mr. James was doing in there but the school was empty when he left his classroom. I expected to follow him out to the car and confront him there but when he went into the men's room I saw an opportunity I could not pass up.
I told the guys what I wanted and I let them go in before me. I heard the sounds of a scuffle then Tony said I could come in.
I looked up and down the halls, no one in sight, so I slipped into the men's bathroom where I found Tony and Spike holding Mr. James in place and Tony had his meaty hand clamped over Mr. James mouth.
He looked scared as I approached them. I explained to Mr. James that no one gives me a failing grade, and certainly no one refuses my advances, though if I was right I could understand why he said no.
He looked confused as I got real close to him. He could feel my warm breath on his face as I reached down to unbutton his pants. Mr. James panicked and tried to pull away as I unzipped him and let his pants fall to his ankles. I was right He had on blue panties, framed by a white garter belt holding up white stockings. I made him step out of his pants.
I heard Tony say, "Damn Mr. James is a fag."
I took my camera phone and started taking pictures. I made sure to get full body shots that shoed Mr. James face and the lingerie. I worked around to take some of his butt in panties.
I swear I think he was crying. I told Tony to remove his hand, when he did I reached out and slapped the teacher hard across the face.
"You should have worked with me teach, I even offered my hot mouth for a better grade and you said no, you will live to regret that."
Spike spoke up, "Not only is he a fag, he is just plain stupid."
That made me laugh. I reached down to squeeze Mr James balls, "Before I am done you will be kissing my ass and doing anything I tell you to do."
Tony smiled, "we can make him do that right now if you want."
Tony then punched Mr. James in the stomach forcing him to his knees. While he kneeled there trying to catch his breath, Tony bent Mr. James arm behind his back. I handed Spike the camera phone and told him to get some good pictures.
As Tony held him in place I turned my back to him and flipped up my short skirt. Pushing my ass back into his face I felt his lips on my ass.
I was afraid someone would come alone and catch us so I decided to wrap this up.
I made Tony force Mr. James to lay on his back on the floor. Standing over him I told Mr. James that if he did not want his life and teaching career ruined that he would be giving me an A. He did not answer me so I put my foot on his crotch.
My tennis shoed foot started pressing down on his cock and balls. He was moaning in pain as I asked him what grade I was going to get.
"You...You get an A...please stop."
I smiled and pressed down harder. I decided to end his suffering and removed my foot from his crotch. I reached down and picked up Mr. James pants, finding his billfold, I removed $180 dollars. I told Mr. James that he still owed the guys $20 but I was sure he could pay them next week.
He was still laying on the floor of the men's room moaning when we left.
To Be Continued.....