Whilst the thought of staying late to supervise detention didn't appeal, with a stack of marking to get through. But before I could start on that I had to confront Jake about the note.
"What you wrote in that letter" I began "is no way to talk about women. You need to show more respect if you want to get on in life"
"Aww come on miss. You come in here, dressed like that and try to start preaching feminism and respect."
"And what is wrong with the way I dress?"
"You're the worst sort of cock tease. You like to preach all these things but you come to class, flash your body and hang your tits out knowing fine that the class are too busy drooling over you to think for themselves"
I'm not sure what made more angry - the accusations or the fact he was absolutely correct. "I beg your pardon" was the best I could retort.
"You know, I've always wondered, do you get off on knowing that everyone at school goes home and jerks off over you?"
"Is that what you'd be doing right now if I hadn't made you stay behind... having a good wank thinking about me?"
"Pretty much. Any chance we can hurry this up so I can get to it?"
I studied Jake. At 6ft and built solidly he cut quite an imposing and confident figure. But the best way in my experience to deal with those sort of characters is to play them at their own game and issue a challenge they won't accept.
I leaned back on my desk "Why wait till you go home. Go on, do it right here"
In theory it was a good plan, but there was one flaw - that he'd call my bluff and do as instructed. The words had barely left my mouth and he'd accepted the invitation, pulling down his trousers and tugging his shirt aside to reveal his erect penis.
I wasn't inexperienced with men. I'd had my share of boyfriends over the years, plus possibly a one night stand or two when I was at uni. My sexual partners count was at what I considered to be respectable but not slutty twelve, but none of them had had a dick that could compare to the one that was proudly being displayed to me.
It must have been at least ten inches long - a good two more than I'd had before, but at the same time thick and muscular. The bulbous head stared at me, simultaneously looking menacing but inviting. It could only have been seconds but felt like minutes that I stared open mouthed taking in every detail of its majestic glory, before suddenly the banging of a far away door as the janitor did his end of the day checks shook me from my trance.
"You need to go" I weakly uttered.
Jake pulled up his trousers. "This isn't over" he informed as he marched out of the classroom, a smug grin plastered across his face.
I tell you what teacher training doesn't prepare you for situations like that, so I had to find my own remedy.
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