WIO/Vixxen/s/Go to class
From Create Your Own Story
You go to second period math, and then third, and then athletics in fourth period. You take part in a light workout with weights, and you get a good run in during the short time you have.
After athletics you go back to Mr. Jamison's room, and you knock on his locked door, and you are let in a minute later.
The skinny little teacher lectures you about wasted potential and personal responsibility for a few minutes, and you think you might just fall asleep. Your teacher can tell and loses his patience.
"Miss Layne I have tried to reach you, detention hasn't worked, counseling hasn't worked, we are nearing the end of my part of this young lady." The little old man continues to lecture you, "I will have to call your dad in to talk about this, maybe he can reach you Vixxen."
"He isn't my dad Mr. Jamison, he is my step dad." You counter, "But I mean no disrespect sir, he need not be involved. He took my car, I missed the bus, that is the truth sir, I swear."
"What about this manner of dress young lady?" As he says this the little teacher leers at your body, barely confined by your tight and revealing clothing. "This isn't up to dress code, and I am guessing your dad did not approve of this outfit, did he?"
"Step dad, and no he didn't, he was gone before I got up. He took my car remember?" You respond, sarcasm rising in your voice.
Mr. Jamison is at his wits end, he seems very angry at the moment, and says, "Just get the hell out of here Vixxen, were done. You can report to detention after school, and I will go ahead and call your dad about this."
"Damnit sir I am sorry, I don't know why I do that, I have cheer leading practice after school," You plead with your little teacher, "I have to be there sir. Let me do some extra credit, let me work this out."
Your teacher turns and walks around his desk, sitting down and facing away from you. Posturing likely, maybe round three of the lecture? "Please Mr. Jamison, I am very sorry, I mean it." You plead with him, it seems to fall on deaf ears.
You walk around to try one more time, and he turns in his chair to face you, and you see his dick in his hands. Maybe six inches, thin, fitting to the man. "Sir?" You ask him.
"Here is your chance, you stuck up teasing bitch." Your teacher tells you, "This is how you make it right, this is how I teach you respect."
He is slowly jacking off, looking you square in the eyes. You can do what he wants, and get on with life, or walk out and incur detention, miss cheer leading practice, and also anger your step dad.
| Status | ||
| Day | 1 | Inventory:
Phone, wallet. |
| Time | 7:15 | |
| Money | $00 | |
