"Um ... what?" I ask lamely. The class stares at me in disbelief, a few kids chuckle. The teacher looks unimpressed.
Suddenly the bell rings, dismissing the class. I get up and swing my bag over my shoulder. As I'm walking past the front of the room, Mr Mathews stops me.
"Can I talk to you a moment Stephanie?" He says gruffly.
"Um sure" I respond, knowing he wants to talk to me about why I have been so distracted.
We wait for the rest of the class to leave and he closes the door so we wont be overheard.
"I'm sorry sir..." I begin.
"Stephanie," he says sternly, cutting me off. "You need to focus in my class. I know you are an A+ student but that doesn't mean you can slack off."
"I .. I know sir," I stammer. "There's just a lot been going on back at home sir... I'm having a hard time."
"I don't care if you are having a hard time. Don't slack off in my class," he says harshly. I wince.
"Yes sir," I say. "It won't happen again sir." I begin to walk off again when he grabs my arm, stopping me. I turn around shocked.
"I have not dismissed you yet Miss Williams," he growls.
"Sir?" I ask confused. "Is there something else?"
He's still holding my arm and steps closer to me. I look up at him confused.
"Yes," he says. "You have to make up for slacking off in my class."
"Are you giving me detention sir?" I ask, shocked. "I've never been given detention, please don't sir. I don't want this on my record. Only the highest grade students are let into Yale. If I have a black spot I won't get in for sure!"
Mr Mathews grins coldly down at me.
"Is that so?" he asks. I nod my head frantically. "Well," he says, still holding my arm, "Maybe I can just not record it. As long as you behave."
"Of course sir!" I say relieved, "I'll just sit at my desk and do my homework quietly till you say I can go home."
A cruel smile twists my teachers features.
"Oh you won't need to do that the whole time. I have something much better in mind."
"Sir?" I ask a bit confused.
"You turned 18 recently didn't you Stephanie?" He asks. Finally letting go of my arm.
"Um yes sir, about a month ago Sir. Why do you ask?"
"Oh no reason..." He chuckles. "Take a seat please. And you better let your parents know you will be home late." I nod and do as I'm told, pulling out my phone as I sit down again.
After a quick text to my mum saying I'd decided to study in the library for my upcoming History test (I definitely didn't want her finding out I had detention!) I put my phone back in my bag and look at Mr Mathews. He's standing at the door to the room, it's closed. He flicks the lock. I feel a shot of panic course through me. Why is he locking the door? Teachers never lock the doors here, unless it's their staff room. The doors are always supposed to stay open.
"Sir? Why did you lock the door?" I ask as normally as possible. He turns and grins at me.
"The other teachers will be leaving soon," he says as he walks back to his desk and sits down, staring at me. I notice he hadn't answered my question. Panic rose inside me.
"Sir..." I try again. "The door isn't supposed to be locked." I can hear the panic in my voice.
"I'm the teacher," he says. "I can do what I want."
"I..." I start to say.
"Quiet," he snaps, "Or I will have to record this detention."
I close my mouth fearfully. Not wanting to ruin my chances.
I wait to see what would happen. After nothing does for a while I start to relax. Maybe he was just joking about the 'something else' part. About 30 minutes pass. I don't say anything for fear of him recording my time here. Eventually he stands.
"That should be enough time," he says. I stand too, feeling a flood of relief, thinking he's letting me go home. Detentions did only last about half an hour.
"Oh no, not for you miss," he says snidely. "You can sit down again. You'll be here for a while longer."
I open my mouth to protest, but he stops me.
"Remember the quiet rule Miss Williams. One peep and this goes down on the record." I close my mouth again, the panic rising once more within me.
I watch as my teacher rifles through a drawer in his desk and pulls out a bunch of papers. He walks over to my desk and puts them in front of me. I glance down and see they are test papers. One is marked with and A+, the other with an F. I look up at him confused. He points to the names. I read them. They both read Stephanie Williams.
I look back up at him, now very confused. I had never gotten an F in my life.
"These are the test results for the test in a months time. If you behave correctly this afternoon I will submit this one." He point's at the paper marked with an A+. "If you refuse to do as I ask I will submit this one... and you can say goodbye to Yale." I looked up at him realising what was happening. He was blackmailing me. But for what reason.
"Yes, that's right Miss Williams. Now are you going to do as I say? Oh, and you may talk now." He grabs a chair and pulls it up on the other side of my desk. He sits in it facing me.
"Why are you doing this?" I ask. The panic still firmly in place. He grins at me.
"Because I want something from you," he says looking at me.
"W.. What?" I ask. I watch him as his eyes drop down to my breasts. A smile creeps across his face once more as he licks his lips. My breath hitches. 'Surely not... no, he couldn't want that.' I think. My heart begins to beat faster as I wait for a response.
"You," he says. "I want you."
My heart stops for a second. His eyes haven't moved from my breasts. I feel my breathing get quicker knowing my earlier thoughts were true. I start to shake my head eyes wide. 'No I don't want this,' I think. 'He's my teacher, it's wrong!' I stare at him unable to speak for a while.
"No... Sir, please no... That's wrong. I can't... You're my teacher."
He drags his gaze up to my face again but I feel his hand come down on my left knee. I flinch.
"No one has to know." He says. "Surely you wouldn't tell if I had this ready to be submitted." He taps the failed test in front of me.
"You can't..." I say, my panic rising ever higher. "I'll go to the principal," I threaten.
He laughs.
"Oh and do you really think Mrs Whethers would trust you over me? I'm a respectable teacher here. You, you're just a student. No ones going to believe you."
I know he's right. And I shut up. He grins back in triumph.
"It's up to you Stephanie. Is getting into Yale that important to you?"
I gulp, feeling trapped. If I leave he will put an F on my record. Talking my way out of a detention might be possible but not an F on an exam.
"Fine," my voice comes out strangled. "I'll do what you want." Mr Mathews grins at me menacingly.
"Excellent. I knew you were a smart girl. Remember, if you try to tell anyone about this, they wont believe you."
I nod.
"And if you do try, I will know, and I will submit the F. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I say Miserably.
"Yes what?" He says his hand slapping my knee. I jump.
"Yes Sir," I mutter. He smiles.
"My advice is... Try to enjoy this." He smirks at me.
"Yes sir," I say again, thinking I would hate every second of what was about to occur.
"Take your top off," he says. I do as I am told and start to undo my buttons. I pull it off and drop it to the floor feeling vulnerable in my lacy white bra. I see his eyes roam my breasts again and shiver. He nods his head in content. "The bra too please," he says.
I can feel his hand starting to move on my leg, rubbing up and down my thigh. I flinch as his hand ventures up my leg almost to my skirt. I reach behind me and undo my bra, also removing that and dropping it on top of my shirt.
My boobs bounce free, a nice C cup size. Mr Mathews looks on seeming impressed. His tongue darts across his lips again. He reaches the hand that is not rubbing my thigh out towards my boobs. I look away, not being able to watch. I feel his hand close around my right boob. He fondles it, and I try not to pull away, knowing if I did he might take it as resistance and send me home promising that F.
His hand continues to fondle my boob as the other one travels further up my leg and under my skirt.