Teacher's Pet Ch. 03

I didn't need evidence that something had left Suzie Souther deeply twisted, but I received it nonetheless. "Look at me!" she told Sam intensely after collecting his sperm. "You'll never forget this your whole miserable life. You're going to want this forever, and you'll never get it again, so you'd better look at it and remember it." Suzie already looked like a bukkake queen, but the boys weren't done. Jeff pulled from her rump, ran around to her front side, and buried his filthy tool in Suzie's mouth, gripping her hair and pumping his cock straight into her cummy face. He went off like a siren, screaming and growling, his cum spilling from the side of Suzie's mouth in small white waves, flowing thick and fast down over her chin and onto her enormous knockers.

"Dickheads!!!" John yelled wiping sperm off his chest. He pulled out from under Suzie and stood. "You bastards came all over me. Especially you, you little shit!" he screamed, knocking his brother sideways.

"You'll clean-up" Suzie said lustily. "Quit worrying about it. Look at me! I'm covered in the shit—do you think I'm going to break? Hurry up and finish, asshole."

John flipped Suzie onto her back, pulled her legs up and into a "V" and barreled into her. Sam and Jeff stood by, idly strumming their cocks while they watched John hump the beautiful young student. I knew that since two of the three were done and John was moments away from orgasm that they would be diverted for just a few just seconds more. I clicked the camera off and softly backpedaled out of the boiler room towards the back door angled towards the gymnasium and field complex.

I hoped my boner would die off enough by the time I reached the crowd. The last thing I heard as the door clicked behind me was John and Suzie screaming through another climax. The image of what she must have looked like, her big tits undulating under the influence of his thrusts, her face, chin and perhaps now her stomach and chest covered with sperm, made it hard to concentrate even on walking.

When I arrived at the field I was flushed, sweaty, and bore the look of a man guilty of high crimes and misdemeanors. Fortunately, both teams were a little late in warmups and my late arrival did not receive undue notice. The game, especially my desperate attempt to catch up on the rosters so that I could properly identify and pronounce the names of opposing players provided blissful relief from the growing quandary of what I was going to do next. Fortunately, there was no sign at the game of any of the participants in the little fuckfest I'd seen. I have no idea how I could have reacted to them without giving away my knowledge of what they'd done if I had encountered them.

But as soon as the game ended, the cellphone grew hot in my pocket. Not physically hot, of course, but I knew that what was on it was hot, insanely hot, and it tempted me beyond all measure to see it again. Walking to my car, I did what all people subject to temptation do, I self-justified.

No one got killed. Clearly, she wanted it just as badly as they did. They didn't know I was there. I didn't hurt anyone by watching and I won't hurt anyone if I watch it again.

This was all bullshit, of course. I was legally obligated to report the violation. I sat in the parking lot, and three or four times my finger hovered over the button to call our disciplinary officer so that I could go over to her home immediately, file a report, download the video to either her or to law enforcement, and be done with the mess. And, an equal number of times, it hovered over "play." I started the car and began driving home.

And that is when I received a text message upending all my thinking.

You like our little show? You could arrange for one of your own, you know.

I had no idea how Suzie had gotten my cell number. I'd never given it to her, and I was damn sure that Landrie hadn't. But it didn't matter. She had it, and she'd seen me watching them.

The gravity of what had occurred then settled in on me. Suzie knew that I was watching and fucked three men into submission anyway. She wanted me to see that, all of it. It was a short logical leap to conclude that Suzie didn't call me out for watching because she wanted me to be next. Her text certainly confirmed it. You could arrange for one of your own, you know?

I pulled over into the Dairy Queen, hot, conflicting emotions destroying even simple motor function, making me so dysfunctional that it was unsafe to drive.

Staked upon the crossroads, I tried to make the same decision I had in the boiler room—delay. I needed time to think. I decided not to answer the text.

Don't pretend you're not there. I saw you leave the JV game Suzie texted.

I'm calling right now you need to answer.

The phone rang just a moment later. I didn't know the number and it wasn't in my system, but there was no mystery about who it was.

"So, did you like the show?" Suzie asked without preamble.

I saw no reason to play games. I'd done nothing wrong. "I didn't ask to be put in the middle of your orgy," I countered. "I was just taking a shortcut to the JV game and you four decided to have sex in the middle of a public building."

"Technically, it wasn't an orgy" she said sarcastically. "An orgy is when more than three of four people of both sexes have sex together. This would be more of a gang bang, wouldn't it?" she quipped. "You know, that's where several men sexually dominate a woman. The two are different."

"I don't care what you call it. I did not ask to be in the middle of whatever it. Are you really surprised that someone stumbled into what you were doing? It was 6:30, the school is still active at 6:30, you should have known that" I barked.

"So, you are giving me lessons on how to avoid detection when I bang three teachers at the same time? Hmm, how kind!! I didn't know that was part of the history curriculum," Suzie chortled.

"I saw your cellphone. Couldn't stand to let the moment pass, could you? Had to have little memento, maybe you'll take it home, pull it out and jack off later? Is that what you did with Landrie, take some dirty pictures of her, maybe you filmed her crotch while she was doing the splits then you went and boned off to it?" she spewed.

Suzie had made a critical mistake with that last sentence, betraying her complete ignorance of my relationship with Landrie.

"No. What I'm going to do is take it all to the disciplinary officer and let her figure it out. She can have the video, or the police can have it, I don't care. I thought you were done screwing your way into recognition and acceptance. I thought you'd learned something from the work we'd done. You were the one who wrote about derivative power, weren't you?"

"You're a stupid, arrogant man!" Suzie screamed into the phone. "What law says a woman can't be strong and dedicated when she wants and to fuck like a mink when she wants that? Huh? Where is that written in the annals of history Mr. Historian?"

"If you're Katherine the Great and start with power you can. But when your start is as a normal person in a judgmental society you make life hard on yourself. That's because history is shaped by more than one person Suzie. What you do never occurs in a vacuum. Other people react to it. When they characterize you as an aimless slut just looking to get laid, which, by the way is nearly the exact description one of your former teachers used for you, most people write you off, and that makes it harder for you to accomplish what you want.

Let's take tonight for example Suzie. You've spent a lifetime thinking only of yourself, never anyone else, so let's try a little experiment and think about someone else for a change. Just for fun, okay? You know what's going to happen to Jeff and John? To Steve? They're all going to be fired, probably within days. The profession they've spent their life pursuing will be gone forever, as well as their means for making a decent living. No self-respecting school district will give them a job, if they could keep their teacher's licenses, which, they probably won't. Jeff and John have families, wives and five kids who are dependent on their father to make a living. Sam is engaged. Did you ever think about that when you waggled your ass for them, batted your eyes?"

"Don't..." Suzie stammered. "You don't have to turn anyone in. It was completely voluntary. No one needs to get fired for it, no one. Please, please don't. I know you don't owe me anything. I know that I can be a shit sometimes, but I don't want to hurt these guys, their...wives."

"You've taken all the choice out of the equation, Suzie," I replied, "by screwing in the middle of a public high school."

"It was voluntary!" she urged desperately. "I wanted it just as much as they did. I'm 18, I know how to make decisions for myself."

"Don't be so naïve Suzie, you're smarter than that. Whether you agreed to it or not has nothing to do with what's in the disciplinary code for teachers."

"I...you and I...we could...I would...you know..." Suzie began haltingly.

"Oh, now that's truly the first stupid thing you've ever said to me!" I replied. "Suzie, for God's sake, you can't fuck your way out of this," I said insistently. "You're going to get hammered for it and I can't help that. I can hide this I can't sweep it under a rug or hope it goes away. I just can't do that."

"I'll tell them about you and Landrie!" she threatened.

"Fire away! You don't have a clue about my relationship to your sister" I responded angrily. "And do you know why? Because I know Landrie doesn't trust you enough to share anything of significance with you. What does that say about you, Suzie? That your own sister can't trust you? You go ahead and lie your ass off about me and your sister, it won't change what I have to do," I said, hanging up.

Part Four

Is that a Light at the End of the Tunnel, or a Train?

I dialed Ellen Tompkins, our Vice-Principal and chief disciplinary officer. Ellen was our rock of Gibraltar. Just 40, she had the wisdom of someone far older. Cool, calm, and unwilling to put up with an ounce of bullshit, but with a kindness and empathy one would not expect from one in her position, she was not only revered by the staff and teachers of Perry High, but even the students whom she disciplined. She answered immediately.

"Hey Ellen, this is Tyler. I'm sorry to call so late at night, but we've got a major problem involving a student and I don't think it can wait until morning. Can I come over now?"

"Sure" Ellen replied, "you want to give me the Cliff-Notes version so I can be thinking it over while you're in transit?"

"A student having sex with teachers, on campus," I replied.

"Oh my!" Ellen replied. "Did you say teachers, as in more than one?"

"Yes" I replied.

"How many?" Ellen asked.

"Three" I responded.

"Oh Jesus! Go ahead and give me the names, and I'll start thinking about it, but frankly, there isn't much question about what must be done. No, wait. Let me give you the name of the student, I bet I can guess. Suzie Souther?"

"Bingo," I responded.

"Lord. Why couldn't she have dipped a bit deeper into Landrie's gene pool?"

"I've been working with her Ellen. She's brilliant, maybe smarter than Landrie, though you'd never know it from her grades. I'm convinced that something's happened to her along the way. Something twisted her, not that it matters here, but she's not a write-off."

"Maybe not, but that doesn't much matter right now, does it?" Ellen asked.

"No, I guess not" I replied sadly.

"Is it going to be your word against theirs?" Ellen inquired.

"No. I have part of it on video" I replied.

"Oh, good and bad. I'm going to have to hit the books to see what to do with that. Come on over."

We visited for the better part of an hour. Ellen refused to watch the video, relying on my account that the encounter was both voluntary, and complete. Ellen accessed Suzie's records and determined that she was nearly nineteen, so statutory rape wasn't an issue.

"Here's what I'm doing" Ellen concluded. "Tonight, I'm calling Principal Hammond. I'm sure she'll be notifying the superintendent as well. No reason for me to be the only one to lose a night of sleep. Anyway, that's my chain of command. Jeff, John and Steve are going to be suspended immediately, by tomorrow morning. That will be communicated by the Super. Their union reps may have something to say about that, it's all over but the shouting for them."

"Keep the video for now. We don't know if a crime has been committed yet, so it needs to be preserved. We'll advise the local and state police, that's what we're required to do."

"You get some sleep. You'll need it. You're going to be interviewed by everyone and their dog over the next few days. Is there anything else you need to tell me about this?" Ellen said obliquely.

"You mean like have I been banging Suzie too?" I asked.

"The thought had crossed my mind, Tyler. You're only human and she's...well, she's young, and smart, and beautiful and...she's the way she is," Ellen replied.

"No. Suzie has run the temptation game with me just like she has every other male of the species in Perry High, but I haven't done anything with her that I feel the least bit vulnerable about. Well..."

"Go on," Ellen said.

"Suzie has intentionally tried to egg me on, until I made it clear that I wasn't a customer. She gave her pencil a blowjob one day and gave me a beaver shot about a month ago" I disclosed.

"And why didn't I have a discipline report, at least on the second, which is a clear dress code violation?"

"I handled it myself. I waited until she was babbling and moved her to a chair where no one, including me, could see her even if she tried to do it again."

"Okay. Not optimal, but survivable and explainable. God knows we've seen enough of Suzie on dress code."

My blood pressure had been rising throughout Ellen's description of the events to come, recalling Suzie's threat to expose my relationship with Landrie.

"There is one other thing you should know, though" I began.

Ellen's head dropped "Why does every disaster I encounter begin with the words 'well, there is this one other little thing?'"

Landrie Souther and I began a consensual relationship after her graduation last summer, and it continues. Nothing occurred beforehand, but we grew remarkably close, and it exploded afterwards. I'm in love with her. She tells me the same and I believe she's being honest in that. I didn't feel that she should bind herself to me when she was away at college, so I left her free to date, and so on...so, we're in a fuzzy spot right now."

"Doesn't matter" Ellen said. "Assuming your video has on it what you say it has on it, this is a black and white—or maybe living color--violation. Makes no difference what your thoughts are about it, and the only testimony you'd have to give of substance was that you were there, pointed the camera, and took those images, then immediately contacted me. So long as what you said is true about not doing anything with Suzie, what your deal is with Landrie after graduation doesn't matter. When they throw the graduation cap, I'm done with them."

"Okay" I murmured quietly.

"And by the way, if you ask me, you couldn't have made a better choice than Landrie" Ellen went on, "but don't tell anyone I said so."

She gave me a hug and a pat on the back, and I turned to leave.

"One more thing" Ellen said as I stepped onto her porch, "no more conversations with Suzie or any of the other participants about this from here on out. You're an adverse witness. They're going to pressure you to lie or dump the video. Obviously, you can't, or you'll get canned right along with them."

"I understand" I replied.

That night I called Landrie again. She was out and I left a message. "Hey, something's come up involving Suzie. It's important that we talk, tonight if possible."

She called around 1:30 our time.

"What now?" she said without precursor.

"I caught Suzie screwing three teachers in the boiler room." I said without preamble. "I was taking a short cut through there to get to the football field. I had to call the JV game. I videoed them so it wouldn't be a 'he said she said' deal. I just told Ellen Tompkins about it and the shit will start hitting he fan by tomorrow morning."

"Serves her right" Landrie said hotly, "why does this involve me?"

"Two things. First, I didn't want you to learn from someone else that I was the one who turned in your sister. And...she has threatened to expose our relationship" I continued.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

"Well?" I asked into the quiet.

"Did you tell Ms. Tompkins anything?" Landrie asked.

"I told her the truth. That you and I had a consensual relationship that began after your graduation, that I love you and that the feeling is mutual, but that we were not placing restrictions on one another."

"Shit. Shit! Shit! Shit!" Landrie muttered into the phone.

"I hate her! I abso-fucking-lutely hate her! She is a whiny, self-entitled unprincipled little bitch. She pollutes everything around her."

I saw no reason to interrupt Landrie's rant because, thank God, it was not directed at me.

"So, you may get a call in a few days or a week, either from Ellen, or someone else associated with the school, or even from law enforcement. I just didn't want it to take you by surprise."

"So, what do you plan on telling them?" Landrie asked.

"The same thing I told Ellen--the truth, but with absolutely no details. I plan on telling them that we began a consensual relationship after graduation, but that nothing else is any of their damned business. What we have is ours. It is special, and I'm not letting anyone get into the middle of it" I concluded.

"That sounds like a plan" Landrie sighed, "If they call, I'll do the same. "Do you have any sense of what Suzie knows?"

"That's the lone bright spot in all this. Suzie must have seen me out of the corner of her eye when she was screwing Jeff, John and Steve, because she texted and called me right after the JV game. She was all over the map, but during the diatribe she accused me of surreptitiously filming your crotch while you were cheerleading and then wanking off to it" I replied.

"So, she doesn't know anything!" Landrie said, relieved.

"Exactly, she doesn't know anything other than I was in one of your dreams."

"Okay. Okay then. That's good. That makes me feel a world better. I just don't trust her Tyler. I'll...wait until I hear something" she concluded.

"Wait, what did you tell Suzie about us when she said that?" Landrie asked.

"I told her that she was clueless, and that if she were any kind of a sister to you that you might have shared with her, but that you didn't trust her."

"Dead right!" Landrie responded.

"I can't tell you how much better this conversation makes me feel" I said. "It's the first time after the whole thing happened that I feel any kind of peace at all. You may not want to hear it right now, but I love you. Seeing Suzie do what she does just makes me appreciate you more."

There was an interminable pause on the other end of the line. "I...I need some distance from all of this for a little while" Landrie said. My heart reeled from the blow.

"This is so profoundly unsettling to me" Landrie continued. "I left home with a clean record, completely clean. I don't think you've done anything wrong, Tyler, either with me or with Suzie. In fact, I think you did the right thing. But I feel like I need to break free from home, get separation, complete separation from everything associated with home before this mess overtakes me and pulls me back. Can you understand that?"