He nearly chickens out. Nearly.

John spent all morning screwing up his courage. He paid special attention to his junk in the shower, making sure things were as clean as possible, and carefully picked out his nicest boxers to allow for the most convenient access if this thing actually works. Yesterday's blowjob already felt like a dream, but the Fuck Pass was still lying there on his bedside table and, when he picked it up to slip it into his pocket, it gave him that same wave of sudden arousal. Tucking his erection up under his waistband, John grabbed the rest of his stuff and hurried off to school.

For the first time ever, John was early to homeroom that day. Mrs. Hazlem wasn't there yet, so he took his usual seat and enjoyed the token bullshit chatter of the other students. They had no idea what a show they were in for today. Granted, he didn't quite know how that show would go yet, either. Mrs. Hazlem was generally kind and supportive, so she might take the initiative if John froze up, but he knew the only way he'd manage to try the Pass was if he assumed it was going to work, so he took this time to consider what, exactly, he wanted to do to her.

The language on the Pass was clear; only John himself and the teacher could be involved. That ruled out any sort of audience participation, but there shouldn't be anything wrong with having an audience. It also clearly said he could "use, ****, and fuck the shit out of" her, which suggested some pretty rough treatment was on the table. He remembered the way he'd taken over and done his best to gag Ms. Varn with his cock; she actually seemed to enjoy it! Of course, that could just be what Ms. Varn was into...

The door opened, tearing John from his ruminations as the Homeroom Honey herself came in and slung her bag over her desk chair. She was adorable in her poodle skirt and turtle neck sweater, and when she sat down and crossed her legs she flashed just enough leg to **** John to his feet. He marched to the front of the room and slapped his Fuck Pass down on her desk.

Mrs. Hazlem read it carefully, then looked up at John and cocked an eyebrow.

"Really, John?"

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The Fuck Pass is bullshit. That blowjob must really have been a dream, or else Ms. Varn is in on it with Mr. Bark. Is it some kind of sick **** on the school district, trying to manufacture a sex scandal? Whatever it is, I'm dead. I'm fucking dead. Fuuuuuckkk...

"Can it at least wait until after I take attendance?"

Mrs. Hazlem sighed slightly, but her eyes were understanding. She wasn't mad, just annoyed to have her routine interrupted. Her bright red lips were even tucked into her cheek in her trademark "I really want to help you" way. This thing was legit!

"We can do it now, if you insist, but I am technically supposed to take roll first-thing. Let me take care of that real quick, and you'll have me for the rest of the period. Okay?"