What They Don't Teach You (Astarte x MobiusAce)

Beaufort Preparatory.

It was the place to go. Well, at least it was the place for rich parents to send their kids if they wanted them to follow in their successful footsteps. For those whose parents weren't quite as well off financially, a number of full ride and partial scholarships were offered on everything from academics, to sports, to personal interests and hobbies. Affording the prestigious high school a decent variety of students from different walks of life. Still, no matter where they came from, it all seemed to turn out the same. Freshman year, they would come in lost and frightened, often overwhelmed by the school's high standards and bullied by upperclassman. Sophomore year saw them with more comfortable amongst their peers but still struggling with the work. If they hadn't cracked by the time they became Juniors, they were confident and sure of themselves but began to slack off when it came to grades, preferring to explore the different clubs and electives the school had to offer. Senior year, nothing could touch you and you could talk your way into or out of anything you wanted. Name recognition of the high school was enough to secure your place in any of the top colleges so long as you graduated, and whether it be by throwing money towards a problem or threatening to drop out of whatever scholarship brought you there, Beaufort was not about to dismiss a senior for the sake of keeping their funding and nearly perfect graduation rate.

It was a cycle that Allison Maddox knew all to well, for she'd been down the same path. Her parents had sent her to the school as a teen hoping it would curb her rebellious nature. In a way, it had but more by giving her an outlet for it. But that was a different time; it was a life that she had left behind long ago. Seven years later, she had found herself back here with a position on the staff as the newest English teacher. Known for being strict with those in her class, to say she wasn't well liked would have been an understatement. Besides her rigidness, she was known to pile on the workload and expect perfection. They were, after all, a reflection of her skills and prowess.

Still, when it came to dealing with her students, her youth provided her some leeway. Ms. Maddox could be quite charismatic once she had built up a repertoire with someone, usually when dealing with the girls who loved to talk about their problems with her. A curvaceous but toned figure helped the boys from griping too much. She was still a young woman and often chose to dress as such. A glimpse of a black bra underneath a light colored blouse when her blazer was left unbuttoned, or maybe even being able to point out the lace and bows on them when she took it off. The garters that could be seen holding up the sheer nude nylons when she crossed her legs just right. Allison knew how to play her cards and keep them interested all while maintaining a delicate balance between professionalism and a tease.

Two classes and lunch down, two classes to go but still only the beginning of the week. An hour into the third class and she had them reading several chapters from Orwell's 1984 while she did some grading. It was a chance for some peace and quiet.

Beaufort Preparatory.

The bane of Andrew Cain's existence. Perhaps that was a bit harsh, but with the 18-year old's privileged upbringing, it probably was the worst thing in his life. He was captain of the wrestling team, his tall stocky frame the result of years of dedication. He was also dexterous of mind, but that didn't translate nearly as well to his grades. It was a problem of motivation, as he was perfectly capable, but it was difficult to get him to put in his full effort unless he was truly interested. But he managed to skirt by into his senior year, perhaps with some leniency from the school due to his wrestling prowess, and not much really mattered now. The school was not one to let him go this far into the race not to mention his parents were some of the top donors in recent years.

This just obliterated any semblance of motivation he had left; senioritis would be a gentle description of his current state of mind. Classes were mind numbing, evidenced by the sprawl of papers on his desk at home, scattered wide to the edges. He had a paper due later in the week for English and was lazily browsing Facebook instead. Andrew was restless; in the back of his mind, he knew that Ms. Maddox would be all over his ass, a new teacher marking her territory, proving her worth. A part of him didn't mind the attention though, as Ms. Allison Maddox was... something. She handled herself professionally, of course, but she radiated sexiness; she was not ashamed of her busty body one bit. He would catch glimpses of her undergarments from time to time, if she leaned over just right or if she readjusted her posture. One could chalk it up to absentmindedness but Andrew did not regard her as someone who was that air headed. It was usually the highlight of his day if he could sneak a peek, and of many others as well; they would boast how they'd love to get a piece of her but Andrew... Andrew would go to many lengths to have a taste of Ms. Maddox. She was worthy of his attention.

His daydreaming left him quite frustrated as a thick bulge formed along his gym shorts. He was far too distracted now to finish his paper and pulled down his shorts to unveil a heavy erect cock, a thick vein running along the length upto a bulbous head. Gripping it with his left hand, he clicked his favorite porn sharing site in his bookmarks. Momentarily letting go of his thick staff, he typed in 'gangbang' into the search and lazily browsed the pictures as his fist pumped slowly, teasing himself. The explicit photos were just what he wanted to see, dirty sluts taking miles of cock loads upon loads.

A spur of the moment thought, he added 'allison' to the search. Up popped many porn stars named Allison being gangbanged in all sorts positions. He scrolled through the blondes, brunettes and redheads until an amateur gallery caught his eye. There was a young sultry buxom brunette in her early twenties being spit roasted between two other boys. The next photo showed her with her ass filled with a thick cock, her fingers blurred, abusing a swollen pink pussy. Her eyes were rolled back with her mouth wide open, a seemingly upward curve at the edge of her lips; she was no doubt enjoying that attention. Andrew was getting close to cumming as his fist pumped his swollen rod. Damn, these pictures were getting him so worked up. But why? The next photo showed a smiling cum glazed face, dripping down onto her pert breasts. She looked so familiar...

His brown eyes locked onto a freckle on her collarbone and it suddenly clicked. Allison. Maddox. It sent him over the edge, thick ropes of cum splashing over his desk. He was making a mess and didn't give a rats ass. The girl who was loving these cocks was his English teacher! Or at least looked like her. Andrew had stared at Ms. Maddox's chest enough in class, enough to recognize that freckle. His mind was blown as he slumped in his chair while a naughty thought was brewing in his mind.

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Andrew sat in English class, mulling his brazen plan as he toyed with his phone. He downloaded the lewd images and video he uncovered to his computer and phone, debating how he would leverage this over her. He could make anonymous threats, but that would be too brutish. It also wouldn't get him his ultimate prize. Her. He wanted Allison Maddox; every bit of her.

Andrew was clad in a grey blazer over a white button up with grey slacks; the school's uniform. The outfit was fitting snugly against his muscular form. Around his neck was a solid red tie which contrasted against his dark mop, cropped sort to sides, his hair styled on top. He was attractive to many, but not super popular. Andrew kept a relatively low profile aside from any victories from wrestling meets, not really standing out here or there. Well aside from any teachers like Ms. Maddox who could notice his falling grades.

They were supposed to be reading 1984, but he was instead conspicuously playing a game on his phone as he sat in the back of the class, the intention to get his phone confiscated. Even if it wasn't her, the school wouldn't do anything to a prized student with only porn on his phone. Well, not a student with prized parents. She would have something to lose and Andrew banked on her being prudent enough to strike a deal.

"Oh fuck," Andrew muttered audibly as the game over screen popped up on his phone, dropping his phone onto his metal desk with a loud clang.

It was irritating; the room was a blanket of thick silence save for a few break through moments. The occasional tapping of a pen, a blood curdling screech of a chair scratching the floor as one of the students repositioned themselves, or someone clearing their throat. Each noise caused her to look up from the pile of papers on her desk, giving the offender a stern stare with bright hazel eyes. They'd offer a sheepish smile in apology and quickly go back to work. All except for one that was.

She had gotten the privilege of having one Andrew Cain in her class a couple of times throughout his four year sentence. Each year she had been a teacher here, they shuffled around her levels so she was teaching all grades and three different classes. It kept her busy and was bringing in money, so she couldn't complain but it was kids like him who got under her skin the most. The thing was, Allison knew that he was very capable. His dedication to the wrestling team was proof of that. He kept his body in good shape while some other guys his age just sat on a couch and played video games all day and scarfed down junk food. Couple that with a dynamic personality and she was certain he'd go on to reach great heights... if he actually applied himself where it counted.

The game had been muted, so it was only a distraction for him. The barely audible clicking sound the keys made as he tapped them was easily ignored. Ms. Maddox had gotten used to it, so long as he actually did the work and passed the class, she was uneasily content to let him do what he wanted. She was pretty much told that she had to be by the administration. To put her job on the line for one punk kid would have been a dumb over on her part. He'd learn his lessons once he got out into the real world like she had to do. What seemed like fun or a good idea at the time could easily backfire. It was a lesson that she was about to learn all over again.

"Mr.Cain, you know the rules. Bring it up."

She held out her hand, curling her fingers a few times as she motioned for him to come to her desk while the other opened a drawer. Andrew might have been a physically impressive specimen. Girls seemed to fawn over him left and right, but she had seen enough of guys like him and got to have them too. Her stare was equally impressive, normally capable of great feats of intimidation resulting in absolute compliance.

"Thanks to your mouth, you'll have to get it back at the end of the day rather than the end of class. And while you're here, maybe we can talk about how you've slipped below the B average you're supposed to be keeping in here."

Andrew looked up from the flashing screen that settled on his desk and was met by a piercing stare; Ms. Maddox had a glint of something fierce flash in her hazel eyes. It was a gaze that unsettled most, including himself, and usually able to get her way with very little words. Though things were different today for Andrew, though it still sent a slight chill up his spine. He didn't know exactly why he seemed to grab her attention; he surely wasn't the only slacker here. Her attention was a double edged sword to Andrew, getting under his skin with her terse self even more so when he found himself following her demands. But she did indeed motivate him and the way she handled herself was oh so alluring.

Picking up the plastic device from his desk, his thumbs danced along the screen bringing up the gallery and swiping to a lustful cum glazed smiling face before quickly pressing the power button to the phone. This was it; there was no turning back now. The scraping of metal against concrete echoed through the class as Andrew stood up from his desk and took the long walk to the front of the class room, his heartbeat pounding despite his composed facade, mentally checking off everything in his plan.

A simple password, 1234. Check. A backup phone. Check. A valid excuse. Check. Ms. Allison Maddox.

She filled his view with each step, his lust filled confidence building as he approached. Once Andrew reached the front, he was the first to break their connection as he placed the phone on her desk instead of in the drawer. His six foot frame loomed over the seated brunette as he looked her over, getting a prime view of her parted blouse. She was even more seductive with age, still fit but a bit pillowier in all the right places compared to the girl he saw in those pictures and videos. His dark orbs returned their attention to her green brown eyes, putting up a slightly meek display for the teacher despite the growing bulge in his jeans.

"Ah, I didn't know it was that bad, Ms. Maddox," he said in a quiet voice, his right hand ruffling through his jet black hair as his left was stuffed in his pocket. "I know I've been slacking and all. You know how senioritis is, it's hard to find motivation." He shifted his weight, keeping up the act. "Is there anything I can do? Maybe you can tutor me after school?"

It was hard for her not to contort her face up at the unpleasant screech that seemed to linger in her ears, but she was still able to see there was something else behind Andrew's movements. He was no stranger to trouble, especially in her class as she was one of the few who actually called him out on it. Normally, he'd just do as she said and dismiss her with a couple of grunts or apathetic grumbles. Today though, his steps were deliberate, confident. Just enough to arouse her suspicions.

"I personally don't mind since I've said much worse but you know the rules, no cursing."

She looked down at the phone on her desk, curiosity getting the better of her. Allison was trying to be sly as she picked up the phone to move it to the drawer, her delicate fingers brushing over the screen to bring it back to life. Of course, their was a lock screen. Her lips pursed slightly; it was probably for the best. Even though teachers were allowed to temporarily confiscate devices, going through them would break all sorts of rules regarding students' right to privacy.

For some reason, he hadn't just gone back to his desk like she had been expecting him to do. She turned her weight, causing the chair to swivel in his direction as she looked up at him. It was the movements of his hands, specifically the one into his pocket, that momentarily focused her attention to a smoothing crease in his trousers. Her eyes lingered a little longer than they should have as she found herself wondering again just what it was that had been the source of his distraction and outburst. Finding herself uncomfortable under his gaze, it also caused her to pull her jacket around herself. While she might have succeeded in blocking his view of her cleavage, the outline of her breasts were only accentuated.

"Maybe if you paid as much attention to your books as much as that game," Her tone quieted to where what was said next could only be heard by the two of them, "or whatever it was that you were looking at on your phone."

Ms. Maddox cleared her throat as she reached out for a bottle of water, bringing it to her full lips for a couple of sips before continuing at a normal volume.

"Then you wouldn't need any additional help. My own plate is quite full at the moment, but if you're interested in a tutor... we can discuss it further when you come back at the end of the day. But for now," She pointed him back to his seat. "I'd say the work assigned for today would be a good start."

Andrew was fixated on Ms Maddox, noticing her deft subtle movement out the corner of his eye as his phone lit up to show a lock screen. His gaze was less than subtle as he towered over her and she reacted in kind pulling her jacket tightly around herself, his disappointment barely lasting as her buxom frame was even more accentuated. There was nothing that he hadn't already seen, but it was evident he desired her current form, his loins stiffening uncontrollably.

She berated him of course, but seemed to be quite curious about his phone before continuing with her spiel. She was a smart one, that couldn't be denied; it was one of the traits that made her so alluring. Andrew would have to be careful not to underestimate her. But Andrew did notice something that hope to his plan. The girl in the photos was such a stark contrast to the current Allison who was so tightly wound. No, he was going to find her and see Allison bloom again.

"I know there are plenty of things I can learn from you," Andrew said coyly to his teacher. "You're one of the few that's managed to motivate me this far." He paused, contemplating his options for a second as he gazed upon the beauty before placing a firm hand on her stocking covered knee with his left hand and confidently leaned in to whisper in her ear with a deep rumble, "1234, Ms. Maddox. 1234."

As quickly as he leaned in, he stood back up and gave her a quick smile. "I'll see you after school," he said before turning around quickly and heading back to his desk, a smug satisfaction roiling in his chest. Andrew kept to himself for the last 10 minutes of the class, reading 1984 diligently until the bell rang. Next was chemistry Chemistry is left and wrestling practice to end the day; he was about to work up quite the appetite for Ms. Maddox.

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Andrew walked up to Ms. Maddox's classroom, gym bag in hand just getting out of wrestling practice. It had been one of his best, seemingly high on testosterone as he easily bested each of his practice partners. Sweat beaded on his forehead and the smell of male musk was clearly evident on his muscular body. He was wearing a grey tank top, places damp with sweat that clung to his frame and grey and red gym shorts that were loose around his legs. His erection was clearly evident as the loose fabric could not resist against it.

The school was dead quiet and empty in this section of the school. Really the only people left were teachers and people finishing up after school sports by the gym on the other side. He steeled himself, far too late now to turn back, and knocked three times quickly before turning the door handle and entering Allison Maddox's class.

Her uneasiness had grown; a sense of foreboding and his strong hand on her knee had kept her from moving but those lucid eyes of hers spoke volumes as she glared up at him. His conduct had quickly crossed over the line and she was sure that Andrew was acutely aware of that fact. But there was more to this than what was on the surface. By giving her his code, he was letting her know that there was something on there for her so see. Allison swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat. The corners of her lips tugging downward as he flashed the smile. The look of satisfaction he had worn the rest of the period was a stark contrast to her own stern expression. She wouldn't play into his hand anymore than she already had.

At least, that was her original intention.

About an hour into her third class, Ms. Maddox pardoned herself to the office under the guise of making copies of a study guide for an upcoming test. The teacher's conference room would be empty. Most of the staff took care of their major projects at either the beginning or the end of the day. Only a handful would come in at the beginning of a class, realizing that they had forgotten something. After pouring herself a cup of coffee, she sat down at one the tables before bringing out Andrew's phone.

"1234."

She said the numbers aloud as her thumb lightly tapped the screen. She checked to make sure the volume was down just in case. Idly, she glanced over the selection of games since it was one of those that had caused it to get take away. A quick scan of his text messages showed that he hadn't been talking to anyone during class. Most were boring things that any teen discussed. Plans for the weekend, complaining about homework and tests, talking about this girl and that. Nothing all that shocking. Just what was he hiding? Why did he bother giving her the password if there was nothing here to be found. There was one last thing to check, the media files. And that was when she saw herself, or at least the stupid idiot she used to be.

It was like watching a train wreck. Horrified by the atrocity but unable to pull your eyes away. There were a few stills. The very first one was the clearest. A picture of her, forehead dampened with sweat. Her chocolate colored tresses sticking to her damp body. Cum spilling from the corner of her mouth and down her cleavage, looking straight into the camera with lusty eyes while her fingers were buried between her legs. Another of her eating out the girl who was best friend at the time while riding the male beneath her. The flesh of her large breasts spilling out between his fingers as he gripped them. Video files over ten minutes long but with her in the preview image. She hadn't even remembered when this happened, much less any of her 'sessions' containing a camera.

She had been fresh out of Beaufort. Her parents were so happy that she had chosen a private university in New York to continue her education. Little did they know that she picked the place because it was consistently ranked in the top ten party schools. Allison would come up with excuses for money, blowing it on drugs and alcohol. Her nights, weekends, and holidays were spent out clubbing and picking up guys, using them wantonly before discarding them for the next. She was like a hungry wolf finally released from her cage. She wanted to experience everything she could in the shortest amount of time possible. But her slipping grades and behavior had gotten her essentially expelled. It was only thanks to some favors called in and money being thrown at the problem, did she manage to keep it off her record, opting instead to a transfer to another college closer to home to finish out he degree. Once there and now under a closer watch, she buckled down and straightened up. That was a turning point for the young woman but it seemed that nothing stayed buried forever.

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Finally the end of the day came and she heard the knocking at the door.

"Close the door behind you and take a seat. I don't plan on this taking too long."

She tried to keep her voice steady, to act like nothing was wrong. She hadn't done anything to his phone, all of the images were left in tact. After all, until he gave her more ammunition, she couldn't even be sure that he had recognized her. It may all have just been a string of coincidences and deleting anything would be admitting guilt one way or another. Either to the content itself or having broken Beaufort's rules about student privacy. If he was aware that it was her in the pictures, he had likely planned for any contingency where she would delete them.

"I know a phone is technically your lifeline, but I've discussed it with the principal and your coach. They agree that it is best for it not to be returned immediately. Depending on how our meeting today goes, your parents may or may not be called into a conference. Possibly getting pulled from the wrestling team, or at least sitting out the next few matches. But I thought I'd speak with you first to gauge just how serious you are about bringing your grades up on your own before any consequences were made concrete."

It was a bluff, but maybe it would work.