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Making the Grade (curtainwith & wingshadow)

Julius0803

Julius0803

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It was a warm, almost hot day in early June at Madison High School. Given that it was the last week of school, the students there were already tuned out enough, and the arrival of summer weather only served to decrease their focus on school even further. Mr. Duncan, one of three of the school's guidance counselors, had the not so fortunate task of dealing with his delegated group of students to meet with regarding their selected coures for the upcoming year.

Mr. Duncan was 38, and though he kept his job at Madison, his employment there was not really a necessity. He had done quite well for himself trading stocks and bonds, getting in on certain companies at the right time and dropping other assets at the right time as well. On this particular Wednesday afternoon, as the day wore on to a close and the sun beat through the blinds of his office window, he wondered why he even still bothered doing what he did. As he looked at his list of student appointments for the day, he was not only relieved to be at the last name, but somewhat excited. The name was one which he recognized...which he had heard in the halls, heard from teachers and associated with a cute young lady he had his eye on for some time.

As Mr. Duncan got up from his desk and opened his office door, his suspicions were confirmed and the girl he associated with the name on his list was indeed outside his office. He took a breath, knowing full well where he intended to take this appointment but trying to remain as serious and professional as possible. As he set eyes upon the young girl in one of the chairs outside his office, he purposely acted dumbfounded, showing little enthusiasm...

"Umm you must be..."

He stepped slightly to the side, inviting the young lady into his office, mustering up his confidence and his courage to go through with what he had in mind. At 38 years old, he was no slouch...he stood and 6ft, about 210lbs, short light brown and slightly wavy hair, pale blue eyes...in good shape for his age but not overly muscular...moreso lean with a runner's body...he was dressed somewhat casually today in khaki pants, brown Skecher shoes and a black polo with Madison High logo on it, and though he felt confident, this was also not an arrangement he had ever attempted to enter into before.
 
"S-susan Wright," the 15-year-old girl gave him a polite yet brief nod as she entered the office, taking a few moments to glance about the room before taking her seat. The cute, athletic student was quite popular at the school, well-liked by both teachers as well as her classmates. She pulled her dark brown hair into two pigtails on either side of her head, her hair kept somewhat short lest it obscure her face. Her sparkling, hazel eyes shone brightly, drawing most of the attention away from her petite yet developing body. She looked deceptively light, although she did not have a complex about her weight. Her blue and green school uniform did a relatively good job at concealing her feminine curves. Although she was popular as an athlete, she did not have a boyfriend which was most likely due to her somewhat tomboyish behavior and lack of good grades. Boys like smart girls after all.

She had never really met Mr. Duncan on a personal level, his serious, professional tone belied a hint of apathy which gave Susan a reason to believe that he didn't even want to be there. Granted, she felt nervous and a bit apprehensive about discussing her future as well, but was slightly offended that he didn't show even the slightest bit of enthusiasm. Nevertheless, she decided that it would be best for both of them to simply get this ordeal over with... Completely unaware of his true intentions.

"So, um, what do we need to talk about, exactly?" Susan asked, trying to send a spark to their conversation, "Just set up meeting times and such?"
 
"Right. Susan"

Mr. Duncan acted somewhat surprised, though he'd had his eye on this girl for some time. He pretended to look over her transcript, though in actuality he was subtly stealing glances at her lithe, young figure.

"Well Ms. Wright..it seems your grades in math here at Madison are a concern."

This was BS, of course. Susan got Bs and Cs, which weren't ideal, but certainly wouldn't overshadow how much she excelled at everything else. But, Mr. Duncan knew she didn't know this.
 
"M-math, right..." Susan sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly as he spoke the words she very much dreaded to hear. It was no great surprise to her that her math scores were not up to par, as it was by far her weakest subject. Although she was certainly not unintelligent, she lacked the aptitude to quickly pick up that particular topic as well as the drive to study hard to earn high grades. She had hoped it would be enough, but upon seeing his reaction to her grades she began to worry.

"Do I need to take summer courses or something?" she inquired, not too keen on the idea but willing to put in the effort in order to placate her parents who would likely be irate upon hearing the news.
 
Mr. Duncan paused, offering a look of faux pondering, and pretending to look at her paperwork some more, before respoinding.

"Well Susan...let me ask...do you have a summer job yet?"

He posed this question as if it was some spontaneous idea, though the entire thing was quite contrived.

"Because...I could use someone around the house this summer...and if you did the job well...well, I could pretty much guarantee A's in all your classes next year, and some spending money on top of that."
 
"No, I don't have a job," Susan replied, turning her head to the side slightly with wonder. Did he think she had a family business or something? She didn't know anyone her age who worked, let alone had a summer job to her knowledge. It seemed like a strange question to ask, but she answered it all the same.

"Alright, I don't see why not," Susan shrugged, although the offer sounded much too simple and good to be true... There had to be a catch, so she decided to ask the one obvious question, "What sort of job will I be doing, exactly? Will I be working as your maid or housekeeper?"

To be sure, she had no idea what he was actually intending for her to perform for him. She had never even considered the possibility that her teacher was essentially using her insecurities concerning her grades to further his own purposes.
 
"Yeah, housekeeping...something like that..." He replied, writing down his address on a piece of paper, then sliding it across the desk to her. He didn't want to tell her too much so soon, as he knew once he had her in his home she'd be far more likely to do as he asked.

"We're pretty busy the rest of the week here with final exams and all, so how about Monday? 10 AM? I live pretty close so you can walk or ride your bike"

Though technically he posed the day and time as a question, it was anything but. As he spoke, he stood up and opened the door, inviting her to be on her way.
 
"Ok, I think I can make that time," Susan nodded and made her way toward the door, unwilling to tempt fate and insist on a time that would suit her better. She wasn't exactly a morning person, but she could made due. Taking the note with his address on it before leaving, she turned toward the hall and briefly entertained the thought that this might be the break she was hoping to receive... Although there was still something a bit odd about the entire situation.

The intervening days passed without incident, her parents rather enthusiastically agreeing to let her spend quality study time with her teacher especially since it would help her grades. Of course, she didn't tell them that it was actually a job and that her grades were severely lacking, but it wouldn't matter either way since she was fully intending on following through with the employment offer.

She arrived at his front door at five minutes till ten in the morning on Monday, deciding to arrive a bit early so as not to offend him with her typical tardiness. She yawned and knocked on his door, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands as she waited for him to let her inside and explain to her exactly what he expected her to perform... Housekeeping was a pretty vague for a list of duties.
 
As Susan left his office, Mr. Duncan kept his meeting with her on Monday in the back of his mind, though it was still a ways away and he did his best to focus on any remaining work at hand during the last week of the school year. As the week came to a close, he even went in on the weekend to pack some things up, just to make the time go by faster. Over the weekend he also did his due diligence with his finances, making sure an ample amount of cash had been transferred to his regular account and would be readily available. He knew that at her age, the girl would be easily wowed with a relatively small amount of money, but he really wanted to lure her in early.

When Monday rolled around, Mr. Duncan felt some of the same nerves come back that he initially felt in his office. He had to remind himself that he had all the resources at his disposal and it was he who had the upper hand here. Plus, the worst that could happen was the girl just left, but he felt far more comfortable pushing the envelope in his own surroundings, versus his office.

After a shower and light breakfast, he dressed casually in khaki cargo shorts, green pocket t-shirt and flip flops and saw the clock nearing 10AM. It was a little early, but hell, 'it's summer vacation now,' he thought, and opened a beer, awaiting Susan's arrival. For all he knew, she may have had a change of heart, but again, that left him no worse off.
 
Susan stood at his front doorstep wearing casual clothes: a black pair of jeans, a sky blue T-shirt, and athletic shoes. She rapped her knuckles on the door with a bit more urgency, as she had not heard any amount of commotion inside the house in response to her knocking. Was he still asleep? Given that he had set the time for their meeting, she found that highly unlikely... Perhaps he was still getting his house ready... But wasn't that her job? She let out a somewhat frustrated sigh as she continued to wait, once again her thoughts falling on what her duties would actually entail. She had not thought about it much over the last week, but she was no closer than before to discovering the truth of the matter... Although she would in very little time at all.
 
"Susan! Hi...come on in...go ahead and make yourself at home. I'll be just one second..."

Mr. Duncan stepped aside in the foyer as he motioned for her to step inside and head towards the living room, which was spacious with a high ceiling, an in addition to the large black sofa included a leather lounge chair and a glass coffee table in the middle, along with a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall.

"Would you like anything to drink?" He yelled as he continued on into the kitchen. While he had something for her in the kitchen, his intent was largely to take a few moments and give her ample time to examine the rather posh surroundings, and perhaps let her juvenile mind wander and imagine the possibilities.
 
Susan looked about the room, her eyes scanning the rather lavish furnishings as she began to wonder just how stacked this man was. She eased herself into the sofa and gazed up at the high ceiling, taking a few moments to let it all sink in. He expected her to maintain this place? She felt like she should be paying rent from just stepping inside, let alone get paid for working here.

"Um, I'm fine, thanks," she finally responded to his question, "I had something to drink before I came over."

Her feet nervously pattered against the floor as she waited for him to return to the living room, her hands folded together in her lap while she leaned back against the soft cushions. If she had a percent of his total worth, she could only dream of what she could buy for herself...
 
Mark returned with an envelope, with Susan's name written on it and containing $500 in cash. He casually tossed it onto the coffee table for her to take.

"Here ya go...consider that an advance for your first week of pay."
 
"A-alright..." Susan blinked, then reached for the envelope and timidly opened it to see how much it actually contained. She gasped upon seeing the vast amount of money, which was far more than she had ever seen in one place before. She carefully slid it into her pocket, her mind still not quite fully grasping the situation.

"This... Can't be right," she laughed, "There must have been at least three hundred dollars in there... What sort of work do you expect me to do, or are you really as rich as I think you are?"

At this point, she figured he had simply lost touch with the value of money or had given her the wrong amount as an ill-conceived joke of some sort.
 
Mr. Duncan took a breath, and a hearty gulp of his beer. He could beat around the bush all day with Susan, but why waste time? Better to just be blunt about the situation, for better or worse.

"No, it's right, and it's $500...but this job, well...this is about sex, Susan. You're going to get naked, and have sex with me this summer, on top of a lot of other fun things."
 
"Sex?!" Susan jumped up, her face turning a deep shade of red from the mere mention of the act, "W-wait a minute, I thought this was school related, not some sort of... Prostitution."

She had no idea what he could possibly mean by other fun things but given that he explicitly told her that he expected her to have sex with him (most likely multiple times over the course of the summer as well) she concluded that it would be similarly unspeakable acts. Yet... the temptation of the money as well as the promise for her grades to improve as a result was weighing down heavily on her.

"Fine..." she finally sighed and sat back down on the couch, "But if word gets out about this, my reputation will be ruined..."
 
"Don't worry Suze...no one has to worry about this but you and me...just think, you won't have to worry about your grades at all next year, and you can buy whatever you want..."

Mr. Duncan knew that if he kept appealing to her immature interests, she'd be all the more inclined to do as he said.

"Just stand up front of me hon...let me take a good look at ya"
 
"Yeah, that will be a relief..." Susan stood up and walked a bit closer, her hands to her sides as she presented herself to him, "Did you want me to strip for you?"

Her still-developing breasts still pressed out noticeably, although many of her distinctly feminine curves were obscured by her clothing. She reached up and pulled the ties out of her hair, letting it fall freely down to her shoulders. She held her legs close together, her body slightly swaying side to side in a nervous manner. She was obviously harbored some apprehensiveness about this, but did her best to calm herself. After all, she had never had an actual boyfriend, let alone a serious relationship... Having sex was way off her radar, so to speak, but here she was practically unconditionally accepting his terms for a rather large sum of money and a promise as recompense.
 
"Well, perhaps...we have all summer though...no need to hurry all this"

In truth, Mr. Duncan had to think about how to proceed with young Susan. Most of his efforts had been spent getting to this point, and now the world was his oyster, so to speak. She had agreed, and this tempted him to just take her and have his way with her, but watching her display herself brought an entirely different pleasure.

"For starters, just take those jeans off for me hon."
 
Susan nodded in compliance and reached toward her waist, unfastening the button before pulling down her jeans to reveal her long, smooth athletic legs. Her t-shirt mostly concealed her white panties from view as she stepped out of her jeans and placed them beside the couch. She turned toward Mr. Duncan and looked up at him, seeing if he would be satisfied with just this much for now. She crossed her arms in front of her modest chest, her hands gripping the soft skin of her upper arm as she tried to keep herself calm.
 
"Mmm...very good Susan...very good."

Mr. Duncan rubbed his cock over his shorts now, almost in disbelief over the situation he was in.

"Just toss those aside," He said, motioning to the leather recliner in the corner. "And lose the panties too while you're at it."
 
Susan hesitantly reached for her jeans, bending over and unintentionally giving him a nice look at her panty-clad bottom before reaching toward her hips once again and pushing them down. Her smooth, hairless crotch was exposed to his full view. She shaved herself because of her athletic meets, but Mr. Duncan most likely wouldn't care about her reasons. She obediently tossed her clothes into the leather recliner and turned back toward him, her expression still showing her discomfort and embarrassment.
 
"My goodness...very nice Susan...turn around and show me that tight little ass"

Mr. Duncan unzipped his shorts, pulling his cock out through his boxers and stroked it, ever so casually. In a semi hard state, he was about 6 inches with considerable girth. Though he was more or less average in size, to the young girl he probably seemed huge.

"Are you ready to have sex Susan?" He asked, though he knew the answer was obviously no. Still, he enjoyed exposing her and putting her naivety on display.
 
Her eyes grew slightly wider as he pulled out his manhood, having not only never seen one in-person before, but his size was huge compared to what she was expecting. She began to doubt he could even fit himself into her, let alone have sex.

"Of course not..." Susan whined as she bent down and presented her rear to Mr. Duncan, her heart rate soaring from the mere thought of him ravaging her young, inexperienced body with that massive tool, "Could you possibly expect someone my age to be?"
 
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