Caught in the Act (Rosie/Collector of Rarities)

[Rosie]

Pouring over her research paper, Yumi was truly glad that the day had ended. It was interesting, how high-school seniors could rant about how boring and pointless teaching history was - how did they think she felt?! Half of the students were simply too dense to truly appreciate the study of world civilizations and the impact they'd left behind on the world today. But hopefully....hopefully she wouldn't be here for much longer. Even as a budding college student, she knew that high school was not her expertise. She longed to teach at a private university, or even a prestigeous public one. Places where her knowledge was appreciated and valued. Still, the road to her Master's degree was longer and taxing than she had thought.

Currently at age 26, she could see it within reach. But the classes kept getting more expensive...not to mention the woes of ordinary life. Between rent, a car note, gas money, books...she almost had to drop out of her extra schooling. A second job was hardly an option, due to the time and effort she put into research papers. Debt quickly closed on the fire-haired woman, and two nights before she lost her home, she stumbled to a hesitant solution.

After twenty-six years of breathing, Yumi Asuka was well aware of her natural charms. All it took was a few photos sent in and she had an interview. Interviews led to jobs and bookings. All that were simple things - day long things she could accomplish on weekends, or things she could squeeze into her schedule. She'd started at least three years ago, and she hated herself at first. But the money helped an aspiring student, and eventually, she found that she liked the benefits. Privacy and pleasure and simply feeling sexy. She could have given up this little side job, and now used it as a hobby she induldged in here and there. She had cropped up a good number of films, but no one ever recognized her. There were people all over the world, and she was careful never to give out her name. She would deny any accusations laid against her, that much she had planned long ago.

Brown eyes tinged with red hues glanced up at the door as it opened, only to be drawn back to her paper. "Good evening. What can I assist you with?" She had set an extensive amount of homework, and there were some students that would come to her after school for extra help, but he was not usually one of them. He did well in class, but not exceptional. Most students didn't care very much, but she decided to give him reasonable doubt and regard him with mild interest as he came to stand in front of her desk.

 

[Collector of Rarities]

Jason Hall couldn't believe his luck when he stumbled across the video. He had always fantasized about his history teacher, Yumi, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he'd find her staring in a porno. While Jason did well enough in school, he wasn't an exceptional student and had gotten in his share of trouble; he certainly wasn't a good kid. Whenever his parents were called in to talk about something Jason had done, they either ignored it or insisted that the teachers weren't doing their job well enough. Jason's parents tended to travel a lot for work and often left him home alone in their apartment. With no real discipline in his life, Jason had developed into a delinquent, and a rather sadistic one at that.

When he walked into Yumi's office, Jason had a large grin on his face and a laptop under his arm. Without saying anything, he opened the laptop, pulled up the video, and placed it in front of Yumi. There was no denying it: it was Yumi in the video. He allowed the video to play for a few minutes before he paused it and sat smugly down in the chair opposite Yumi.

"I've gotta admit, Ms. Yumi," he said, reclining in the chair as if he owned the place, "you look pretty damn hot in that video. I've always wondered what you look like under your clothes, but it looks like I don't have to anymore. And let me tell you, you look even sexier naked."

He paused to gauge her reaction before continuing.

"I'm going to cut straight to the chase here," he said, leaning forward. "I'm not a nice person, nor am I a particularly fair one, and I'll tell you up front that I'm going to milk this for all it's worth. So, unless you want this video emailed to the faculty, students and the students' parents, you're going to do what I say. I have the power to ruin your life, Ms. Yumi, and I'll use it if I don't get my way."

 

[Rosie]

It was a force of nature that kept the teacher's face impassive. She fixed her gaze on the half-finished paper in her hands as the echoes of her own moans played in her mind. None of her stories would get out of this situation. The video he showed her was only two years old, but it matched her to the last detail. Even her voice was unmistakable.

Yumi was anything but unintelligent, and she keyed in on the student's intentions immediately. He wasn't one she would have called a model student anyway. Carefully setting down her pen, she folded her arms in front of her and leveled a icy gaze at her student. He was handsome - and he seemed to know it. If she were just another student, she would have punched him for all she was worth and ran. But...the schoolboard...student's parents...with that under her record, she would have trouble finding a job anywhere. Forget a private college...

"Alright Mr. Hall, and what exactly is, 'your way'." She was evidently not in the mood for theatrics. Her light voice bubbled to a grave, disinterested tone.

 

[Collector of Rarities]

"Let's start with the little stuff," said Jason, his smug grin broadening. "I want to see the answer key to every homework assignment and every test before you assign them. That pretty much goes without saying. That's where the easy stuff ends; I've seen most of your videos, Ms. Yumi, and I must say that you're quite talented. I'm going to put this bluntly: I want you to make your body available to me 24/7. My whims will be the top priority in your life. I don't care if you have to grade papers or your brother's dying of cancer: if I say I wanna fuck you, you're going to say yes. And I'm going to tell you right now, I'm not going to be nice about it; you could easily have to leave class, a meeting or even dinner with your family in order to satisfy me. You got all of that?"

Jason sat back in his chair and waited for Yumi's response. His words weren't empty: he intended to milk his control over his teacher for all it was worth. When he was done with her, her life could easily be even worse than if she had simply let him leak the video.

 

[Rosie]

"I....see." It took several moments before Yumi remembered start breathing again, and she had trouble concealing the panic that crept into her voice. If only she could erase those videos! Permanently! She needed her career. It was all she had worked for the past six years. This was why the predicament even existed...but the schoolboard would not care. She wouldn't be out on her ass so fast...

Thousands of scenarios ran through her mind -ways to escape; and how she would deal with it when she couldn't. The internet was everywhere. "Jason..." She fumbled for a moment, her eyes flickering around the empty room. She desperately wanted to tell him to get out. To leave her to think for a while. Maybe she could leave town? The rumors would surely catch her...but to be...sleeping with a student! What was worse? "Okay. Look...okay..." In this moment, her 'teacher' look dissipated. She felt vulnerable. Strangely out of her territory. She didn't even know what to say to him, as there was no room for any arguements. Nervously chewing her lip, she decided to wait for him to leave the room on his own accord. She had...a paper to write.

 

[Collector of Rarities]

Jason didn't leave. As a matter of fact, he seemed to be waiting for her to say something. When no further words came from her mouth, he stood up and walked around beside her. He spun her chair so that she was facing him and he put a hand on each of the arm rests, trapping her in her seat.

"I'm glad we understand each other," he said. "Now, to prove that you really get what I'm saying, I want you to strip right here, right now. Clear a space on your desk, stand up on it, and give me a nice little show as you take your clothes off. You can throw them over there. You can leave the shoes on, but everything else has to go."

Jason pointed at the seat next to where he had left his backpack. He then stood up and allowed Yumi room to get up out of her chair.

 

[Rosie]

Moving with precise, stiff motions, the woman got up as slowly as possible. Every nerve in her was telling her to run away, and this thought made her eyes glance towards the door. Mercifully, the door was closed and a cheesy advertisement for the school play was covering the very small window. Her classroom had been on the second floor of the high school for years, so the light shinning throughout the room was unmarred by anything but birds that happened to fly by.

Turning her back on him for as long as she could, she moved the papers into the drawer, and shoved all the pens and pencils to the corner. All the was left was her red marker that she used to grade papers and the yet-to-be-graded research papers that were due today. Careful of her heels, she pulled herself on the desk, turning to face him.

Her face was burning red as she swayed her hips to an unknown beat in her mind. The act was like routine, but she couldn't shut down for it. This was so wrong! Her student...was watching her, not five feet away as her nimble fingers slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Her perfectly formed breasts bounced out and forward as she brought her arms over her head to escape the sleeves. Her lacy, see-through pink bra was left alone, though it did nothing to hide even her slighty hard nipples from him. Aware of the effect that her heels gave her legs, she turned away from him, spreading her legs as she unzipped the skirt from the sides. Slowly, she pulled the skirt to her feet, bending at the waist as she did, touching her toes as her bare ass was presented to him. She often didn't like the panty-line she achieved with this skirt, but figured that the students would never get a look up it...no matter how hard they tried. Her heart was beating out of her chest in embarrassment, and her breathing was oddly quick as she honed into his eyes on her. Turning around to face him once again, she let her hands roam and fondle her chest before she unhooked her bra with on hand. Leaning towards him a little, she made sure all of her clothes were in a pile before directing her gaze to his feet. "We're painfully clear..." She informed him to stave off the embarrassment of the situation. She wanted to run home and never come back!

 

[Collector of Rarities]

As Yumi got up on the desk, Jason sat down in her chair and leaned back to watch her. He let out a whistle when he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties. He let out soft cat-calls as she danced: not quite loud enough to travel past her closed door, but certainly loud enough to echo about the room, making them sound louder than they actually were.

"Damn," he remarked, "I knew you worked in porn, but I never thought you'd carry that over into school!"

When she finally stood naked on the desk in front of him, Jason looked over Yumi's body with unconcealed glee.

"You're even hotter in person than you are in the videos," he said. "Do they even put makeup on you? Anyway, I figure that you're on some sort of birth control since you do porn, but I'm not going to risk it right now. You should pick up some pills once we're done here, if you aren't on them already. For now, though, I want you to give me a show. Start off with a sexy dance, then finger yourself until you cum. Make it a good show, too: if anyone walks in here, it should look like you're doing your damnedest to seduce me. Oh! And one last thing: from now on, you gotta ask permission to cum, and you know I want to hear you begging."

 

[Rosie]

It went without saying that she was definitely too uncomfortable with this situation to feel any sort of pleasure. Her nipples were hard with the cold air conditioner, but she glanced towards the door once or twice - scared. She'd been on the pill for as long as she can remember. A habit, even when she went long periods of time without having sex. Even towering over him completely bare, she stared at him increduously. "Jason...please..."

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, her mind searched frantically for anything that might appeal to him. Again, she felt not as a superior teacher...almost as though she was inferior to him. The feeling was unpleasant. "I can pass you with flying colors, I can write your essays, anything." She paused, staring at him. "But this is my job. My life. I can't just throw it away. And I certainly am in no mood to be playing any games right now....it's a shock." Carefully and cautiously, she moved herself into a sitting position on her desk, squeezing her thighs together tightly. It was late in the day, and she was praying that no one else was around to walk in. Most of the staff left quickly. It was early in the year, no one was concerned with testing yet.

 

[Collector of Rarities]

"And you were doing so well, too," said Jason in a patronizing tone. "Let me put this in simple terms: I have the power to ruin your life and I'll use it if you aren't careful. If you're worried about the principal, don't be: I've got dirt on him too. Otherwise, it's up to you if you keep your job. I you can come up with good excuses to sneak away when I call you, no one will ever know. If you can't, well, it's your own fault for not thinking on your feet. Now, are you going to do what I told you or am I going to have to leak that video?"

Jason's face and tone were both serious and dangerous: he could and would ruin Yumi if provoked. Everything about the situation was bad, but he could easily make it much worse.

 

[Rosie]

She winced mentally, clicking her tongue in disdain. It had been worth a try. Without another word to him, she lept from the desk, picking a slow and circular motion as her hands roamed her body. This was routine, in a way. Keeping eye contact, she was able to let herself glaze over, keeping her back carefully arched for the process. She never actually touched him, turning fluidly as she spread her legs out. Carefully running small fingers up the expanse of her long leg, she returned eye contact as she slapped her ass, hard. The echo in the room woke her up a little, and placed her hands on either side of the chair, arching so as she swayed her body from side to side with her hips, her nipple barely grazed the edge of his nose. Finally, she slide her body between his thighs, gently grazing his crotch with her knees she she slid to the floor. Unable to calm her breathing, she gazed up at him from her knees before raising her body - butt first and flicked her hair in his face when she raised her torso.

Returning to the desk, her mind was alerted only to him. After that dance, her body almost seemed primed for what she had to do next. On her desk, she spread her legs easily, giving him a full view of her. A hand went up to twist her nipples while the other wandered lower to play with her clit. It was easier when she closed her eyes, letting the familiar pleasure take over as she moaned out, her pussy soaking quickly in excitement. She hadn't had a good fuck in ages...all the studying had her schedule locked down tight. Sliding two fingers into her wet heat, she mewled in satisfaction, laying her back fully against the desk as she pounded her fingers into her self. Her hips were forward with the thrusts, and the wonderful noise of her fingers into the wet seemed to echo back at her. She could no longer think of the indecency of it all. "Jason..." HIs name barely came to mind, but she keyed in on him quickly and repeated name like a mantra in time with her thrusts. "Please...let me fuck my hole until I cum." Even out of breath and dazed, her voice was heavenly, though she cried out once more and forced herself to go in slower, practiced motions. Her body begged for release, and she so desperately wanted to give it.

 

[Collector of Rarities]

Jason watched, spellbound as Yumi danced for him. He had snuck into strip clubs before with a fake ID, but this was something entirely different: he couldn't touch the dancers in the strip clubs, but he could touch Yumi all he wanted. When her nipple came close to his face, he tilted his head up and reached out with his tongue, flicking it across the hardened nub. Likewise, when she slid up on him, he reached out and gave her pussy a light spank as she slid to the ground.

Jason grinned like a kid on Christmas when Yumi hopped up onto the desk and began masturbating in front of him. As much as he wanted to leap up and fuck her brains out, he knew that it would be a bad idea since he didn't know if it was safe to do so. He wasn't worried about diseases, pron actors were thoroughly tested before they were allowed to act in their films, but he wanted to make sure that Yumi was on birth control. As much as he wanted to torment her, he knew that a pregnancy would make life very hard for the both of them. So Jason sat back and stroked himself gently through his pocket as he watched his teacher drive herself to the edge of orgasm. He was silent for a while when she started begging, not because he was stunned, but because he wanted to hear just how far she was willing to go in order to be allowed to cum. Once he couldn't wait any longer, he nodded.

"You can cum," he said, "but you better cum loud."

 

[Rosie]

Thankfully Yumi figured she wouldn't need to do this for long. It wasn't a movie, and he wasn't necessarily a professional. He wouldn't hold her forever. She didn't waste his demand for very long. His voice cut into her mind as she plunged and twisted her fingers into her pussy, giving her nipple one last twist before letting her other hand play with her clit. Her instincts told her not to call out his name, for the sake of whoever was around. Instead, with a final arch off of the desk, she came with a wordless cry that she was sure anyone in the hall would hear.

Laying still, her body went momentarily limp and she turned to gaze at him with half lidded eyes, panting lightly. She was thoroughly glad he didn't decide to fuck her. She'd been on birth control for years (the pills were in her purse), but she still couldn't feel safe about fucking a student. He could be diseased! Catching her breath, she got off the desk cautiously, her black heels clicking on the floor. "Is that all for today, then?" She was not being bossy, simply to the point. Her face was still impossibly red, and her pussy hummed slightly in her pleasure, but she gazed at him with little emotion. Things like this did not tire her. Years in the porn industry well...she could go for hours without getting tired.

 

[Collector of Rarities]

"Not quite," said Jason. He stood up and tossed Yumi her clothes and watched her get dressed. "You see, there are going to be a few changes in your life now. First off, I want you to give me your personal cellphone number; you will leave your phone on at all times and set a special ring tone for me so that you'll always know when I call or text you. Next, I want you to tell me where you live and I want you to give me a copy of your key. I'll be making surprise visits and I don't want to have to wait for you to open the door. Also, as you know, tomorrow's Saturday, so I know we'll both be free. I want you to be up at noon: I'm going to be making some adjustments to your wardrobe. Also, I want you to be a good host and have lunch ready for me when I arrive. I don't really care what you make so long as it tastes good."

With that, Jason stood up and walked out of the office, taking his laptop and backpack with him.

 

[Rosie]

The ride home was a short, quiet trip. Yumi had carefully wrote out her number and address onto a post-it note before Jason left. The key she gave him was from her own key ring and she had to use the spare under the doormat to let herself in. She leaned against the door frame heavily for a few minutes, just breathing. Glancing at her phone, she tossed it hard enough to land on the bed in the other room. Her small, two bedroom house was simple. Her furniture was all very nice (gifts from her parents), and there were a few black and purple accessorites that made the room look clean and orderly. She was...a simple student - or had been anyway. Running her fingers through now messy red hair, she paced nervously. Recounting every video she ever volunteered to participate in, she let out a clipped cry of rage. This was not worth it! Now she was practically indebted to her student...and she was sure she'd much rather have lost her house. Throwing her bag to the side, she completely ignored the paper she was supposed to be finishing. She decided to call her friend, but hung up as soon as she answered and proceeded to ignore calls back. Inwardly, Yumi felt like a trapped animal. There was no way she could tell anyone about what Jason was doing...no one else knew about her porn record. They wouldn't understand...

Sleeping fitfully, Yumi got up and showered well before noon. Dressed in casual jeans and a black tank top, she prepared a simple batch of chicken curry wraps and fresh salad materials. Noon was fast approaching, and her heart was vibrating in her chest as she waited for her bell to ring.