Bitch with a Capital B

"…Yes. Yes, I am arguing." She stated. "I expected better from a teacher, but perhaps the school board knows something I don't. Maybe I should let them know…"

The girl had suffered too much too soon and was ready to make a scene. She was one of the most popular girls in school and everyone in the class was well aware of that fact. She didn't have to put up with this **** anymore.

"Booo!"

"Shut up, sluuut!"

Her classmates openly heckled her and pelted her with balls of notebook paper. She simply turned up her nose, crossing her arms under her tits (the way that made her feel so empowered) and waited for Mr. Larkin to apologize.

He raised his hands to silence them yet again.

"Okay, okay. Enough!" He grabbed Amy by her arm. "Miss Haynes, let's step outside for a minute."

She refused to budge.

"No! I'm not moving!" She peeled the nametag from her breast and stomped it into the floor. "I didn't come here to be…to be insulted!"

"Then what did she come here for?"

"Probably to suck dick."

Mr. Larkin had to wait for them to stop laughing before he spoke again.

Still holding Amy's arm, he said. "Alright, Class. Clearly we've upset Miss Haynes. Let me have a chat with her so we can make sure things don't get any worse for her..."

He squeezed her arm hard enough to hurt and yanked her out of the classroom, before she could protest any more.

"Ow! You're hurting me!" She cried.

He pulled her to a row of lockers.

"Listen to me, Amy. There's a few things you need to understand if you plan on graduating."

"No, you need to understand-"

Bam!

He shoved her against the locker.

"Shut. Up." He said.

The slam hadn't actually hurt her, but she was startled now. She'd never been treated this way by a teacher before. Most of them were happy to kiss her ass or let her behavior slide if she teased them enough.

"You're going to go back into that classroom and you're going to do what I say. Because I will fail you otherwise. You think it's bad now? Just wait until you can't get a diploma and you end up having to work at CostMart for the rest of your life. Is that what you want?" He threatened.

She shook her head, feeling like a child.

"You can't…you can't treat me this way. I'll tell the school-"

"You," He poked a finger into her soft breast. "aren't going to tell anyone about any of this. Know why?"

She shook her head again.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and shoved the screen towards her so she could see the images displayed.

Her eyes went wide. These were screenshots from her conversations with Greg!

There were so many, each one documenting her history of manipulating him for test answers and better grades. This was damning evidence that would ruin not just her chances of graduating, but any chance of a professional career as well. And from there it'd be a slippery slope into CostMart hell. Or worse.

"Greg never told you about his older step-brother, did he?" Mr. Larkin sneered.

Amy's confidence crumbled yet again. She had no room to bargain.

A few minutes later, Amy and Mr. Larkin returned to the classroom. The students were conversing, but immediately fell silent.

"Class, Easy Amy has something to say to you." The teacher prompted.

Holding back tears, Amy addressed the class with her eyes forward.

"I'm sorry…"

"Sorry for what."

"I'm sorry for…being a bitch…" She swallowed hard, hating how dry all that semen had made her mouth. "A Bitch with a capital B…That's me."

She stared at the floor while everyone giggled.

Mr. Larkin gave her a nudge forward. "And what else?"

She cringed at his touch, but after their conversation, the two had reached an "understanding".

Amy dropped to her knees in front of the whole classroom. She put her hands on the ground and lifted her ass higher than her torso. She was pretending to be a dog.

"Tell them what happens when you act like a bitch." Mr. Larkin ordered.

He gave her a little kick with his shoe, prompting her to crawl up the first aisle of desks.

"When I act like a bitch -ow!" Amy whined as her knees knocked on the floor. "I get treated like a bitch. Arf. Arf."

She continued, wiggling her butt and halfheartedly barking as she went through. Most of the students just laughed at her, tossing more wads of paper or trash at her. Some of them kicked her or spat on her.

"Stupid dog!"

"Dumb bitch!"

She crawled up one aisle and was coming back to the front of class. The last desk she passed belonged to Jayden McClurg. Amy gasped, afraid she'd be **** reenact their blowjob scene on the bus. The dumb oaf, didn't have any insults, but his hand was once again, in his pants. Mr. Larkin caught this.

"Go on. Give the bitch a pat on the head." The teacher said.

Looking possibly more embarrassed than Amy, he slowly pulled his hand from his pants. Amy could see a huge wad of semen in his hand. Apparently a blowjob wasn't enough for Jayden, he needed to jack off in class too.

"D-do I have to?" He asked, nervously.

Amy prayed the answer would be "No".

"Yes, Jayden. Yes, you do. Consider it a social exercise to build your confidence." Mr. Larkin said.

The boy obeyed, smearing his handful of jizz in Amy's hair.

She felt him timidly pat the back of her head and shut her eyes tight. She could feel her blonde strands clumping together under his palm. It was almost impossible not to scream as he applied his cum to her scalp like it was conditioner. Amy was going to take the deepest and hottest shower she could when she got home.

"Goood job." Mr. Larkin chuckled. "Now, go have a seat." He told Amy.

She did as told, finishing her crawl at her seat, before climbing into her seat.

With a sigh she kept to herself and tried to escape into her mind while Mr. Larkin began his lesson. April Graves leaned over to hand her a crumpled piece of paper.

"Hey," She whispered. "It's not all bad."

Amy took it, surprised by how nice April was being. She unfolded the paper to see tt was her nametag.

"Easy Amy" was still legible despite the damage done to it. The penis Mr. Larkin had drawn on it was smudged now, but in red sharpie someone had drawn hearts coming out of the dick.

April smiled. "We're gonna be best friends now…"