Chapter 19
CHAPTER 19
THEO
W hispers have been surging through the teachers about the “glitch” that may have only affected Miss Thomas, well Reyes. My linguistics is a wealth of information.
“Marie,” I groan, looking down at her body. Her wrists are tightly bound behind her back with my belt, her body nude as I fuck her through lunch.
Apparently, exam week is just as stressful for the teachers as it is for us. The senior and advanced languages professor speaks three different languages, and is really fucking sexy. She also enjoys orgasm denial and spanking.
I think I’ll play with her some more, I haven’t decided yet. Trailing my fingers down her back, I spank her ass hard.
“ Mon dieu,” she moans, whimpering as I shove my fingers deep into her pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. You’re such a dirty little slut,” I rasp. “What else are the teachers saying about the glitch? Are they giving the new girl a restoration of her grades?”
I made sure there wasn’t a way to find them, even going so far as to remove evidence of the little mouse’s existence for the last six weeks from each of her teacher’s filing cabinets. Exams, papers, all of it is gone.If it was something that was uploaded, I went so far as to mark it with a much lower grade.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t much point in doing that for Mr. Richardson, since his office is closed up tighter than Ft. Knox. That’s the one thing that pisses me off about this whole thing. He’s marring my perfect execution.
I may have gone overboard, but I never do anything in half measures. Now, I need to know if all of my hard work was for nothing.
“Oh, uh,” Marie moans as her hips move to meet my fingers. “No, she’s failing almost all of her classes. There was a flash drive. It was one of those memory things, and she was able to show her work.”
My cock twitches in frustration, because few people back up their work. Why would the little mouse do that? Fuck.
“How much was she able to recover?” I ask.
I’m angry, because I wiped out her laptop, covered my tracks, but Rachelle is smart. I bet the teachers tried to bend over backward for the newest daughter of Emil Reyes. If there’s no work to show, they wouldn’t give her a single inch.
“Some papers, but that was all,” she promises. “Please, please. I’ve answered your questions. You already know Mr. Richardson is above being messed with.”
I had a free period last class, as did she, so I’ve been edging her for forty-five minutes. I got held up before I was able to get here, so I missed out on some of my time to tease her. Marie also had been attempting to be coy, however, riding her so close to her orgasm for so long has her on the edge.
“You’ve been my good little whore,” I murmur, removing my fingers.
I have a packet of lube and a condom, I may as well use them. I always plan ahead. Tossing them on the desk next to her, I unbutton my pants and pull my dick out. Marie enjoys kinky fucked up sex. I like to call her my pain slut.
Therefore, I’ll use minimal lube while I fuck her ass. I’m nothing if not accommodating. I can play teacher’s pet in some pretty fun ways. Smacking her ass as I call her a cum slave and praise her in equal measures, my French teacher is practically writhing as I open the lube sample with my teeth, pouring some over her asshole.
Tossing the packet in the trash, I line up my cock, thrusting into her tight hole. Her squeal has me rolling my eyes and stuffing her panties into her mouth to muffle her cries.
“Much better,” I grunt as I fuck my way deep into her ass. I’ve been wound really tight, and this is the best way to blow off some steam. “Be a good little whore and take what I have to give you.”
“I knew I’d find you here,” Jared says, closing the door behind him quickly and locking it. I know I locked it.
Fucking Nacio. He taught us all how to pick locks, and now a guy can’t even bust a nut without being interrupted.
“I’m having quiet time,” I mutter, eyes rolling as her ass clenches around me. “Shh, relax, baby. He won’t say a word.”
“Nah, I like watching you fuck her. Make her perky tits bounce. It’s all I can ever look at during class anyway,” he says.
True to his word, he folds himself into a desk to watch. I’m at my best with an audience, so I fuck Miss Marie into the desk, flicking her clit over and over to keep her from coming. The sound of her desk scraping back and forth over the floor fills the room, along with her muffled screams.
I didn’t even pull my pants all the way down, because I want to drain my cock and move on now that I have the information I need. The sound of her tight hole attempting to suck my cock back inside with each thrust and retraction of my hips makes my balls begin to draw up with the need to come.
Now, I’m facing the most important question: will I let the slutty teacher come? If she doesn’t, she’ll be grouchy the rest of the day, and probably fail people just for breathing. It’s an exam day, I guess I shouldn’t be a complete tool.
Beginning to rub her clit with my fingers, I urge her to come before I do. I'm getting close, and class is going to start in twenty minutes. Plenty of time to finish up.
Marie’s legs are shaking as she meets my thrusts by lifting her hips so I’ll hit the deep places inside of her that she likes. This isn’t our first time. I’ve been fucking her since freshman year. Her body begins to stiffen as an orgasm rolls over her, and then she’s squirting all over my fingers as she finds her release.
Continuing to rub her sensitive nub, I wrap my hand in her long blonde hair that’s so different from the little mouse to fuck her viciously. Jared smirks as he watches her tits bounce as if it’s his own private show, rubbing his cock through his pants.
Gritting my teeth together to keep my noises from escaping, I come hard into the condom, breathing fast. My heart thunders in my chest as I grab the bottom of it to ensure I don’t lose it and pull out. It’s a simple enough affair to tie off the end as I pull my pants up.
“I’ll take that,” Jared says, standing. We make it a point not to leave behind any evidence or our cum.
Even though I came in her ass, it’s not beyond the norm to expect someone to pretend I got them pregnant. While it hasn’t happened yet, we’re still careful. Jared collects the open packet of lube as well from the trash, leaving the room to dispose of them both.
There shouldn’t be anyone in the hallways right now, anyway. Otherwise, he’d have stashed it in his pocket. This isn’t our first foray into afternoon fucks at school.
Fixing my pants after I put my cock away, I release Marie from the confines of my belt, smirking as she spits out her panties, barely able to remain standing.
“It’s been a pleasure as always, Miss Marie,” I murmur. “Be sure to lock the door after me.”
She can’t say anything as I walk out, but I hear her lock the door behind me just the same. Chuckling under my breath, I walk to my locker to grab my backpack for the next class. It’s so nice to be untouchable.
Get fucked, Little Mouse. You lost this one.
* * *
JARED
Rachelle doesn’t meet anyone’s gaze as she walks into statistics. As far as I know from Theo after I met him at his locker after his fuck fest, this is the only class her grades weren’t fucked over. It still means that she won’t be seeing any kind of decent ranking among the sophomore students.
Mr. Richardson makes the testing process quick and relatively painless, though looking over the exam, I know I’m going to need to focus on this one. Formulas come relatively easily for me, but I don’t want to fuck this up.
The class period is spent in silence until we all turn in our exam. After today, students will only come to school if they have a project to turn in or a later exam. I have a chemistry exam tomorrow that’s labs based, so I’ll be coming to school for that, but I’m basically done after.
Grades and rankings will be emailed to both parents and students next Monday. I know I’ll have a top ranking in the bag. The headmaster said that the top six ranked students will be able to meet with the company of their choice. This means, regardless of what my parents want, I can still speak to anyone I want.
I love math and science. I want to learn more about the laboratory field, particularly in infectious diseases. I want to know how they come into being, how they multiply and spread. If my parents find out about where I decided to go, they’ll at least accept that this is adjacent to the pharmaceutical industry.
I think one of the reasons I have so many issues with what my parents do is because of how much it costs people. They have the cures to so many different types of diseases, with no intention to make it cost effective. Only insurance companies or the very wealthy can afford it.
That’s what ultimately pisses me off about their industry. If I could, I’d live in the lab and create medications and cures simply for the joy of knowing it was being administered to more people. I know that’s not how the world works, but maybe I can open some kind of charity that can help more people receive their life saving medications.
I may be a dick, but I’m not completely heartless. I’m competitive, ruthless even. Rachelle doesn’t deserve my respect as an interloper in my world. I’m willing to help others as long as they stay in their lane. Maybe that’s fucked up. That's all I know, though.
Dropping the exam at the teacher’s desk, I walk out of the classroom, knowing I did the best I could on it. It also makes me happy to know that no matter how hard Rachelle studied, it’s impossible for her to rise from the bottom.
She’s the shit that sticks to someone’s shoe, that’s all.
I’m practically on cloud nine as I walk out of school by the end of the day, surrounded by my friends who are also done. No more clubs, sports, or responsibilities.
Fuck, it feels good.
“How are we all feeling?” I ask with a grin.
“Fucking fantastic,” Nacio confirms with a nod. I haven’t seen very much of him outside of school since his father is riding his ass.
I have a feeling it’s because we’re fucking with his father’s precious new adoptive daughter. I was pissed off on Nacio’s behalf over the wedding, I’m even more annoyed about the adoption.
Who the fuck adopts a girl they barely know?
“I feel really good about it,” Elijah says, stretching his neck out from the stress of leaning over a desk all day.
“Same,” Theo grunts. “Lunch was spent in the best way. I’m willing to say it was the highlight of the day.”
Ignacio smirks, knowing that means it was spent fucking someone.
“Who did you spend it with?” he asks as we stop by his car.
“Miss Marie,” Theo says. “A little anal does a growing boy good. Also, the little mouse’s grades are thoroughly fucked. There’s no way she’s coming back from it.”
“Yeah, I heard all about it,” Nacio says with a wince. “Dad’s been giving me some pretty nasty jobs in the meantime.”
“Fuck. Because we’re fucking with Rachelle?” Elijah asks.
He didn’t find out till after the fact either, but he said he didn’t mind. As long as the building blocks to her demise were being built, it was fine.
“Pretty much,” Nacio replies. “Those guys who attacked her on campus property have been dealt with. They won’t be coming back.”
“Was it rival shit?” I ask, curious.
“Yeah,” he says, a shadow rolling over his face as he nods. There’s something more to his answer, but if it has to do with his father’s business, I’ll leave it be.
I don’t want anything to do with it.
“My parents are coming home for a few days,” Elijah sighs. “I just know I’m going to get the riot act about something or other.”
“You’ve done nothing wrong,” I grumble. “Your grades are really good, rugby is over.”
“You know that doesn’t mean shit to them,” he says. “I’ll probably be off the grid for a few days. I’m done with my exams, so school is over for me.”
“Good luck,” Theo says, grimacing.
Of all of us, Elijah’s parents are the worst. That’s saying something when Nacio’s father regularly kills people for a living. The four of us say goodbye and drive home.
I’m flying high on both my achievements, and the knowledge that the little mouse is pushed thoroughly into the muck. Sometimes, I don’t even have to get dirty in order to get what I want.
* * *
Elijah
I hate coming home. It’s not as bad when my parents are traveling, but they’re going to be home for God only knows how long. Mom said their contracts were signed, business was completed, and that they were coming home from Europe.
I wish they would stay out there.
Parking my car in the garage, I see that all of the vehicles are here. This includes the driver’s car, which means he already picked them up from the airport and then fucked off. Closing the garage door, I let myself into the house, taking a deep breath.
I can handle whatever they have to say. Every cutting remark. I’ll survive it.
“Hello?” I call out, knowing my parents always complain that I’m too damn quiet.
It’s part of why I do it, skulking in the dark is typically safer.
“In the kitchen,” my mom calls out as I walk through the house to her. My backpack is still in the car, my keys in my pocket.
Even as I’m getting closer to my parents, I’m still planning my exit. How fucked is that?
“Welcome home,” I murmur, seeing them sitting at the large island, eating off a fancy cheese plate as they hang out. They’re the perfect couple.
Ruthless, willing to push back when they’re not getting their way, and respectful enough of the other not to get their panties in a twist if it doesn’t go their way. I don't know how they manage it, but I’ve never seen them yell at each other.
“Thank you,” Dad says. “Done with exams?”
He knows my schedule, which means it’s small talk. We both hate this part of seeing each other.
“Yes, it all went well,” I reassure them as I remain standing.
“Perfect,” Mom says with a sweet smile.
They’re being really weird…
“Why is that perfect?” I ask her, confused.
“You’re able to take a little trip with us to see what you’ll be taking over once you graduate at Carlysle Prep. Of course, you’ll attend college for appearances, but I think you’ve been living in oblivion for long enough,” she says.
“In oblivion of the shipping container business?” I ask.
Large hands grasp my upper arms, keeping me immobile as Mom smiles grimly, pulling out a needle from her purse. Why the fuck is she just keeping something like that there?!
Jesus Christ, God in heaven. I don’t think I’m going to get out of whatever is happening here.
“In the people business, silly,” Mom says as I begin to struggle against the mammoth goon behind me.
“You know I enjoy fucking people of a certain age,” Dad says. “Your grandfather and I built this business so others could also enjoy the same pleasure. We procure the best inventory, and then ship it all over the world.”
“It’s why we’ve been gone so long. There was a really big auction we were providing people to,” Mom says with a ‘what can you do’ shrug.
“You’re selling people,” I whisper as Mom gets closer. “How could you do that?”
“Easily,” she says, stabbing me in the neck with the needle. “It’s just business, darling. Those girls have no family, no prospects. They’ll cater to the fucked up needs of the men who will buy them in Dubai until one of them kills them. It’s a much better and more profitable death.”
“They suck cock so well too,” Dad murmurs, watching as my eyes start to droop. “Don’t fight the sedative. It’s the best way to travel, son.”
Who the fuck are these people?
That’s the last thought I have before my body sags and darkness floods my vision.