Cerise had gotten the text halfway through her last class, and it had made her blood run cold. How did anyone get that photo! It was grainy, but it was definitely her, splayed out over Professor Kazz's desk, her uniform still on but he was definitely having sex with her. No no no! She was silent for the rest of class as she put the phone away, not wanting to risk it being confiscated and everyone seeing the photo. The bell rang and offered her a chance to wait for everyone to clear out before she rushed with her bag slung over her shoulder, into the nearest girls bathroom and locking herself in the stall. Her hands were shaking as she pulled out the phone again and looked at the photo...it had been two years ago, she was failing Kazz's literature course and she couldn't risk losing her scholarship to the school so, a compromise had been made and a blow job and thorough fuck later had guaranteed her an 'A'.
She scrolled down the photo and saw there was a message under it, 'Meet in D-102 after class, or the photo will be sent to everyones phones.' it said, with no sender listed. She had no choice...she couldn't let it get out. She took a minute to wipe her eyes with the toilet paper next to her before straightening up, leaving the stall and fixing her make up to appear as calm and normal as possible, before heading for the D- Wing to meet with whoever sent the text. It wasn't a teacher, they would have called her to the office and expelled her immediately, so it was a student, likely to black mail her. Probably that bitch Susanne, she lived to get dirt on others and would demand money. Money that wasn't available.
D-Wing was blissfully empty at the end of the day and so was room 102. She shakily pushed the door open and then closed, the classroom was empty but whoever it was would show up soon and make demands probably.
Cerise sat down on the teachers desk, setting her bag on the floor and holding her head in her hands. She was built well for a sixteen year old, having matured early and only growing taller and into her figure. The white button up was pinned in the back to show off her slim waist, though she wasn't very busty, she was still well formed. Her plaid skirt fell to mid thigh over black stocking legs and she had black mary janes on her feet. Her chestnut colored hair fell down her back, smooth and shiny and well cared for. Cerise's blue eyes stared at the floor as she tried to keep herself from crying, needing to seem calm for the exchange, whatever it would be for.
She scrolled down the photo and saw there was a message under it, 'Meet in D-102 after class, or the photo will be sent to everyones phones.' it said, with no sender listed. She had no choice...she couldn't let it get out. She took a minute to wipe her eyes with the toilet paper next to her before straightening up, leaving the stall and fixing her make up to appear as calm and normal as possible, before heading for the D- Wing to meet with whoever sent the text. It wasn't a teacher, they would have called her to the office and expelled her immediately, so it was a student, likely to black mail her. Probably that bitch Susanne, she lived to get dirt on others and would demand money. Money that wasn't available.
D-Wing was blissfully empty at the end of the day and so was room 102. She shakily pushed the door open and then closed, the classroom was empty but whoever it was would show up soon and make demands probably.
Cerise sat down on the teachers desk, setting her bag on the floor and holding her head in her hands. She was built well for a sixteen year old, having matured early and only growing taller and into her figure. The white button up was pinned in the back to show off her slim waist, though she wasn't very busty, she was still well formed. Her plaid skirt fell to mid thigh over black stocking legs and she had black mary janes on her feet. Her chestnut colored hair fell down her back, smooth and shiny and well cared for. Cerise's blue eyes stared at the floor as she tried to keep herself from crying, needing to seem calm for the exchange, whatever it would be for.