Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
"Now, since that's out of the way, I expect to see your assignment on my desk no later than nine. Thank you for your time, Miss Nichols. You're dismissed." He returns to his seat as if the last few minutes never happened.
"I'll tell the principal about your behavior," I warn him.
"Good, you should tell Principal Paulson about your refusal to do any work all semester for Miss Adelaide. Your grades speak for themselves, Miss Nichols. Additionally, the replacement teacher, the only one available with the experience and know-how to take over the class without setting the students back, uh, how would you classify this exchange between us?"
"You seduced me. You're much older and said I needed to kiss you to pass."
He nods. "It sounds good, but it's not believable. What's more believable is you came in here to intimidate me, and when I didn't buckle, you made up this story about me seducing you in order to get me removed. Remember how I asked if people just do what you ask?"
My eyes can barely stomach looking at him. He got a kiss out of me, to touch me, to feel me, and I still have work to do. That doesn't seem fair.
"Yeah."
"Aww, don't be sad, Miss Nichols. Your habits of being the best and bending the rules can change at any moment, remember? When it comes to dealing with me, you're trying to be the best, but I'm better. I'm not one of those people who will jump to help you skate by. Now, you have an assignment to do and bending over to show me that beautiful pink pussy of yours isn't going to give you any more time to finish it."
"Fine." I hiss and push away from him. Mr. Montoya's delight irritates me as I leave his office. My plans for the day are ruined. Going home to finish an assignment that should have been done weeks ago has my ego in the toilet. But I'm determined to have it on his desk by tomorrow morning.
Sleep finds me around one in the morning after finishing a project that amounts to outright obstinance in choosing my life path after graduating high school. With a copy of my report printed out the next morning, I choose my best 'fuck me' outfit that's allowed on school grounds and make my way to school.
The bell's already ringing to tell me I'm late, but I want to see the look on his face while reading my report. I also want everyone else in that stupid class to roll their eyes in defeat after they realize I completed the assignment. However, when I roll into class, the room is empty except for Mr. Montoya.
"Where is everyone?" I ask him.
He doesn't bother looking up from the book he's reading as he answers me, "Auditorium. Something about an emergency assembly regarding ethics and code of conduct between students and faculty. Leave your assignment and head down, Miss Nichols. Thank you."
The sound of my report slamming onto the desk echoes around the empty room. He doesn't even glance in my direction. I want him to look at me, stare at me, kiss me again.
"Give me a passing grade on that. I slaved over it all night long."
His eyes shift to the papers I slapped onto the desk. After flipping the cover page over, he reads the page and shakes his head.
"I'll see you after school, Miss Nichols. This is unacceptable, and we need to discuss your future. You need to join your classmates in the auditorium. I expect you in my office no later than five."
"Fine." I put on a show that I'm annoyed by this inconvenience, but it's what I want. I want to be alone in his office because maybe then we can truly finish what we started.
3
MASON
I'm running late after negotiating extra credit assignments for a bunch of students who thought they could sleep through the rest of their semester in my English class. There are projects and papers to grade, and I'll have about an hour before Madison gets to my office. I hope she's wearing another mini-dress.
When I open the door to my office, a surprise greets me as Madison is already there, sitting in my chair.
"You're early, Miss Nichols."
She shrugs. "Well, I know how worried guys get when a girl's late."
"Cute."
"There's nothing cute about me, Mr. Montoya, or can I call you Mason?" she asks, running her finger across a page on my desk. It's clear that she's reading a memo left for me from the principal's office.
"Seeing as I spent the night dreaming about your pussy bent over that desk, I think Mason's fine between us, but call me Mr. Montoya in class."
"Bend and not break. I like that."
I grin because she has no idea how much I want to break that pussy. Demolish, damage her to the point where I'm all she can think about because she's forced me to think of nothing else besides our kiss. The softness of her clit between my fingers. My cock is getting hard all over again.