Teaching to the Test

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"You look too young to be in the world's oldest profession," said Schuyler Slack.

Haley and her three friends laughed. "We're not after your money, Schuyler," she said. "We just think you're hot."

He knew she was lying, but if they weren't hookers, what were they doing at his table? He and the other men in the neighborhood bar saw them come in together, and all eyes had been on them ever since.

They looked like jailbait, but the bartender served them after checking their IDs, so he figured they must have been older than the fresh-faced giggly teenagers they acted like. Dressed in tight white shorts and low-cut tops that showed plenty of cleavage, all of them were fully packed above and below and seemed anxious for everybody to know it.

Schuyler began leering at them while they gathered around a couple of bar stools. They were on and off the stools, mostly dancing to the livelier songs on the jukebox and jiggling waving their assets nonstop. One of them saw him staring at her, and he was surprised when she locked into his gaze instead of looking away. He saw a trace of a smile come over her face as she looked at him, and then she was on her way to his table.

She didn't even ask if she could sit down. Soon they were in conversation, of a sort. Schuyler was already too far gone to be intelligible, and he mostly spoke of how hot she looked and how much he'd like to see more. Haley told him her name and then deflected most of his crude remarks and laughed a lot. Gradually, her friends drifted over to the table. Most of the conversation was among them, although every once in a while, they included Schuyler. He enjoyed the attention.

Schuyler Slack knew he was nothing special to look at. In his mid-40s, he usually hooked up with sluts who got as drunk as he did, and sometimes he was amazed at what was lying in the bed next to him in the morning. He usually got out of her apartment -- or got her out of his -- as fast as he could.

He didn't care. It was just a way of forgetting his classrooms full of kids who hated him. The only reason he became a high school social studies teacher is because he had spent his college years in a haze of sex, booze and drugs, so he found the easiest courses he could take and ended up barely getting a degree in education. He was surprised that he got a job right away, but that was because there was a shortage of teachers when he graduated, so the district was hiring anyone.

Somehow, he lasted long enough to get tenure, and now the union protected him. Every school he taught at tried to get rid of him as fast as it could. Usually it took a couple of years and a parent who had some influence before he could be shuffled off to another unfortunate principal. He had had many conversations with principals and other school district officials trying to get him to resign. Sometimes parents even offered incentive money.

But he didn't care what they wanted. The money was good, and the longer he stayed, the bigger pension he'd get. His salary paid his bar bills, and since he didn't do more than go through the motions in class, the work wasn't hard. He didn't disguise his contempt for the students, and those who had half a brain and were unfortunate enough to get him, hated him because they were wasting a whole semester in his class.

He liked his current position at Clark High better than most because his apartment was a few blocks from both the school and the neighborhood bar. He could get to the bar early and stagger home alone or with his ugly slut of the night no matter how wasted he was, then rouse himself in time to get to his first class.

Tonight was a Friday night, so he didn't need to worry about leaving the bar until it closed. With the four gorgeous hookers -- or whatever they were -- surrounding him, he probably wouldn't connect with anyone and would go home alone, but he didn't care. He was appreciating their firm, young breasts and imagining himself enjoying them. Even though he never offered to buy them a drink, they stayed at his table.

At closing time, when they said goodbye and left, he could barely pull himself up. Because of the distractions around him, he had drunk even more than usual. He staggered out into the night.

Halfway down the block, he said, "What the--?" He was suddenly being supported. He looked around, and it was the four babes, two on each side. They were not just supporting him, but they were directing him over to the curb, where there was a car with an open back door. They pushed his head down and then shoved him in the door and across the seat. One of them got in after him, and another got in next to him on the other side. Before he could say anything, the car was pulling away from the curb.

He looked to his left and right at the girls, then to the two in the front seat. "What?" was all he could manage. Haley answered him.

"It was too early for the party to end, Schuyler," she said, "so we're going to keep it going."

"Where?" he said.

"We're going over to Miss Stern's," she said. "I think you know her."

"No!" he yelled, and his face got dark. As drunk as he was, the name of Minerva Stern was enough to put him in a foul mood. She was a union steward at Clark High, and all she did was give him grief. She could get just as crude and nasty as he did when they had their frequent run-ins, so he tried to stay out of her way.

"Oh, don't be a party pooper, Schuyler!" said Haley. "Miss Stern is a lot of fun once she's out of the classroom. She really lets her hair down. And she's pretty hot for being nearly 40. Just think of it. You and she and we are all going to have fun together tonight. It should be great!"

He continued saying "no" in a slurred voice and swayed back and forth as the speeding car turned corners. In about five minutes, it stopped on a quiet street in a middle class neighborhood. As he was saying "no" for the umpteenth time, he felt a wad of material pushed into his mouth and heard Haley say, "It's just my panties, Schuyler. We don't want you to wake up the neighbors." He was pulled out of the car, and then directed to the front door, which was open. He didn't see Minerva until he was already through the door, but when he did, he tried to struggle as best he could, which wasn't much. He was like soft putty.

Nothing was said as the girls carried him to a large bathroom and lay him down on the tile. Then their hands were all over him, and even though he tried to push them away and roll across the floor, he felt all his clothes coming off quickly, and soon he felt the cold tile on his naked skin.

Then he really got upset, because he felt something at his anus. It was a finger, and it was pushing something soft into him. It was some kind of grease, and that was followed by some kind of tube.

"What?" he said, barely intelligible.

"It's only an enema," said Haley. "Enjoy it, Schuyler. We're going to give you two nice warm ones to clean you out. You won't have to go to the bathroom the rest of the night."

When his second treatment was over, he was exhausted and had slumped to the floor. The four girls pulled him up and washed him off in the shower, then dragged him naked to the kitchen, where they sat him down and forced him to drink three cups of strong black coffee. "We don't mind if you're drunk," said Haley, "but we want you to be wide awake, too, so you can enjoy our fun. Miss Stern is going to tell you about the game."

He tried to protest, but he still couldn't put more than a couple of words together.

"Hi, Schuyler," said Minerva. "What do you think of our seniors? I chose them carefully. They were all lucky enough to not have any classes with you. They are good students, and some of the best athletes at school. And they are all over 18, overdeveloped, oversexed and curious, just like I was when I was their age. It's our secret school pep team.

"The reason I started the team was because Clark was getting the short end of the stick from the politicians and the district. They passed these laws that schools and teachers were going to be evaluated by annual tests. I've been trying to tell you about it, but you wouldn't listen.

"All the schools get the same test, and if the students do well, the school is rewarded. But if the test scores are low, all sorts of bad stuff happens. Despite our great union, even teacher salaries and retirement are being threatened.

"Because we aren't in a wealthy part of town, we don't have much power at the school board, and we've been getting reject teachers from other schools. Whoever the wealthy parents didn't like ended up at Clark.

"Some of them were actually terrific, and they only thing they did wrong was they wouldn't give in to the rich kids' parents, but some of them should never have been allowed in a classroom. As union steward, I had to support them all, no matter what I thought of them. We couldn't let the bad ones get fired, because if we let the administration do that, then they might go after good teachers whom they just didn't like.

"But with the new laws, we all have to teach to the test, and one or two rotten apples can spoil it for every teacher in the school. There are some teachers, like you, who don't give a damn about anyone else but themselves, and they know that our contract is so strong, they can't be fired. So they don't teach to the test, and the students score low, and it puts the whole staff in jeopardy.

"I've tried to talk to you about this, Schuyler. You're the worst teacher I've ever met. You don't teach to the test, and in fact, you don't teach at all. You just pretend enough to get by. I've asked you politely to get with the program, but you ignored me.

"I checked your records, and if you quit, you can start collecting your pension right away. It's 80 per cent of what you're getting, so you'll have plenty of money to keep you in booze as long as your liver holds out. I explained this patiently to you a couple of times, and from your response, you know exactly what you're entitled to, but you choose to be selfish and not resign.

"Remember the last time we spoke? I told you that if you didn't come to my office to sign the resignation forms within a week, I would be forced to take some drastic measures. You ignored me again, and that's why you're partying with our secret pep club tonight. In case you're wondering, the bartender is an alumnus who helps us, and no, none of the girls had any alcohol. Aren't they good actors?

"We've had to do this a couple of times before, once with a woman teacher and once with a man, so we have some experience. I'm pretty certain you'll sign the forms tonight before the girls take you home. And after you do, you'll have a chance to see the videos of your predecessors.

"Yes, Schuyler, tonight we're making a video. You probably didn't notice when you came in, but my living room is covered with a plastic drop cloth. Underneath is some thick rubber padding to prevent injury.

"All around it are big lights on stands that we're going to turn on for the filming. And there are also video cameras on tripods to capture what goes on from lots of angles. A couple of the girls and I also have cameras, and we're going to be shooting close-ups of the action.

"I thought of something for you, but Haley insisted that we change certain things. She's on the school's championship lacrosse team and also one of the cheerleaders, and she's very competitive and very stubborn, so she got her way even though I warned her she might regret it.

"Now we're all going into the living room, and she'll explain what will happen. In fact, she wants to talk during the entire video shoot. Her goal is to be an actress. It will be a pain in the neck to edit her voice out of the video, but she convinced us she could make this more fun for everyone that way."

The teacher and the four girls maneuvered him to the living room floor, sat him down on the plastic sheet and held onto him so he wouldn't fall over. He muttered angrily but unintelligibly during the process. Then Haley stood in front of him and began talking.

"Hi, Schuyler," she said. "I'm really excited about this for lots of reasons. Even though I don't have you for a class, some of my friends do, so they'll really be happy once you're gone.

"I've been in lots of competitions, but never anything like this. I'm so excited about going up against you. And last of all, even though I'm a virgin, I'm incredibly horny, and I've done lots of stuff with my boyfriends, except for the big thing. So I'm excited about having some wild sex with you tonight.

"Miss Stern told me you might try to hurt me, so I'll have to be careful. One thing you won't be allowed to do is take my virginity. Well, at least not my vagina. Miss Stern and the girls have the right to do anything to you to prevent that because I want to save it for someone special.

"But you are allowed to take my anal virginity. I've never had a penis there either. I've practiced a little for tonight by sticking some things inside there, but it was uncomfortable, so I didn't do much. If I win, it means you won't get in there anyway, and if I lose -- well, I'll just have to deal with it if that happens.

"So I also had two enemas a little while ago to make it fair. Now I'm taking off my clothes to be as naked as you are. I see you like what you see. Let me turn around and spread my legs and bend over. That's what you're going for. You're going to try to get your big, long old thing in there and pound me until I'm screaming. Your thing is small and shriveled right now, but we'll soon fix that.

"Now that we're both naked, the girls are giving us each another enema, but this one is just lube. To make our contest as safe as possible, they are going to fill us with the slimy stuff until our bellies stick out.

"When we're done with that, the contest will begin. You will try to stick your thing in my ass, and I will try to stick my things in yours. No, I don't have any dildos. I'm just going to use my hands.

"I figure that even though you've got long arms and big hands and you're double my weight and more than a foot taller, the contest should be fair, because you're sloppy drunk and I'm fast and agile. Time is on your side, because as you begin to sober up, you'll get more of an advantage, so I've got to work fast.

"The rules are that I'm not allowed to kick you at all or gouge you or hurt your package in any way. But I am allowed to slap and spank you. Also, I'm working against the clock. I only have 45 minutes to do what I can do.

"You've been staring at me all the time I've been talking, but now you have to say something. I know it's hard for you in your present state, but all you have to say is 'I understand,' and then we can begin. Do you understand what I just told you?"

Schuyler's face twisted in anger, but he didn't respond.

"It looks like you do understand," said Haley after a minute, "but you have to say it. I'm waiting."

Schuyler didn't say anything. After another minute, Haley said, "I'm sorry, but I need to hear you say it." She went over to where Schuyler was seated naked on the floor. He was rocking slightly and still had an angry expression. Her arm went back and she delivered a loud slap to his left cheek.

"Ow!" he yelled and fell over on his side. He slid away from her and didn't sit up again.

"That's not good enough, Schuyler," she said. "In a few seconds, I'm going to come over there and give you another hard slap. And then I'm going to spank you hard and keep slapping and spanking until you respond. What was that?"

"Understand, fuck you," he said.

She smiled. "Thanks, Schuyler," she said. "Let's see if you can make your words come true before I can fuck you.

"We're ready now. I see some of the lube came out of you when you scooted away. The plastic sheet is already slippery.

"We could start standing up if you want, but unless you get up right now, we'll just start down here on the mat. The girls and Miss Stern are going to yell out 'Go' and start timing our 45 minutes any second now, and there they go.

"OK, you're choosing to sit there all pulled together with your arms out to push me away, so here I come. How did you like that slap? You really yelled that time. Miss Stern said this room is sound proofed. Here comes another one.

"Oh, you finally moved away that time, but you've got to be careful, because if you don't watch how you move, I might get one of my fingers into that small hole in your butt, like I just did. Boy, did you move fast when I did that. Even though you're wasted, you can still react quickly when you want to, can't you?

"You've slid away, so I'm getting up and following you. Oh, you're standing up, too. I'll let you steady yourself. There you are. You're much bigger than me, Schuyler, and you're coming at me. Come on then. You're grabbing for one of my breasts. I think you like them, don't you, or do you want to hurt them?

"See how I spun away from your hands and squatted down. Oops, some lube just came out of me. Do you feel me grabbing your ankles and pulling them hard? Wow! That was a heavy fall, and you made a big splash into all that lube on the plastic. But I see you weren't hurt.

"You're trying to get up again, but let's see if I can push hard on your chest to make you slip down on the grease. I did it. Now before you can get up, I'm going to sit on your stomach like this. How does that look? My breasts are right in front of your face. Would you like to try for them again? Here come your big hands, grasping for them. Now you have them and are beginning to squeeze. Let's see how long you can hold on when I do this.

"You didn't expect that, did you, Schuyler? I'm not that heavy, but when I stand up with my feet on either side of you and jump in the air so my full weight falls on your stomach, you can feel it, right? Do you want to grab my breasts again and see if you can hold on better this time? Oh, I must have knocked the wind out of you, and you lost some of your energy. Let's do it again.

"That was even better. I heard a lot of lube squirt out of you as I landed. You're really quiet now, but I see you're wide awake and looking at me. OK, let's see how you react when I do this.

"Boy, as exhausted as you are from me bouncing on your stomach, you still moved a lot when that finger went in. But now you can't get away from me so easily, can you? My finger is following you wherever you slide and squirm. Look at you move. It's going to look great on the video.

"Get ready for finger number two. Yes, move faster, but there it goes, right in. You really felt that didn't you. I hear you, but I can't make out your words, Schuyler. You really need to enunciate better. Here goes number three.

"That was quite a squeeze getting it in, but we did it. And you're getting louder, too. Oh, I see you've got a new strategy, just lie there limp and hope for the best. But it's much more fun when you're moving. I can't do much when I'm sitting on you and reaching back into your asshole like this, so I'm going to move back and get off you. There, now I'm between your legs.

"Oh, you're rolling over. But I'm rotating my arm to go with you, and now I'm in a better position, so I can move three fingers in and out of you like this. Now you're moving again, and I'm moving right with you. Let me see if I can speed up the fingers.

"Ooh. That got a reaction. Now, you're getting on your knees. That should open you for finger number four -- oops, you got up fast before I could get it in. I'm standing up with you. It's great because I'm so much shorter than you and my arm is right at the height of your ass.

"You're putting your arms behind you to pull my arm away, but I'm lowering it so it's going straight up into you from below. You can't reach it that way, can you? But I can still keep my fingers going in and out. Let's go faster again.