Jason stays and gets ready for his next

Jason shuffled Stacy forward, advancing on Mr. Gardy's table.

"Ah hello there," Mr. Gardy Started. "You must be Mrs. Ander-

"NO!" Stacy cut in with irritation before checking herself and breaking out a wonderful fake smile. "It's just Stacy for now thank you." She added hanging her bag up on the back of her chair before she gingerly swung her legs under the table and pulled her skirt hem down slightly. "Will you be joining us this time Jason" She asked sarcastically.

The idea of just fucking off again did cross Jason's mind. Like with Woodshop, Jason had no worries with math, in fact Mr. Gardy's weirdness would probably put Stacy off and she would want to forget about this meeting. But he didn't have any better ideas at the moment.

"Might as well" Jason sat down at the table as Mr. Gardy cleared his throat and began his preamble.

"Jason here is a reasonably decent individual fellow, and all that... whatnot!" Mr. Gardy wasn't known at the school for being strict or kind or soft. He was just weird. Stacy was already contemplating how to get sense out of this man, if any at all. She already wished it was over.

"I see... ummm. His work... how is that going along?" she asked tentatively.

Jason stopped paying any attention at this point, his mind focusing on his plans for the next meeting, Miss Hudson. After what had just transpired with his ex, Jason was confident that his plan would work. He would not only be able to avoid his bad grade in her class but also let out all his pent up frustration on her. Not just for today but the rest of the school year.

None of this would have even been possible had he never gotten these earrings. Jason was never even one to wear earrings, but these definitely make an exception. This caused Jason to start reminiscing about everything that's happened in these past few hours since putting on the earrings. Like how the schools principal is going to be masturbating in front of everyone each time she gives a speech. How watching her turned him on so much he made it so Stacy will give him a hand-job on command. He was so excited that these powers were real he tried to tell Leah about it. Thinking back on that now, it was a stupid idea, why did he even think that was going to work. Although, it had the added benefit that she'll be coming to school in her birthday suit regularly. Oh yeah, he even started touching up that mother and kissing her with no repercussions. From there it took him to the most recent of events. He'd literally made Charity, his ex-girlfriend, a toilet. Jason chuckled slightly to himself at the absurdity. She practically doesn't even exist anymore. At least no more then any other toilet he suspects. And a part of him did feel a little bad but he was sure she'd be fine. He felt like he was still missing something, when the answer appeared right in his face. Stacy's hand with coffee cup in tow. Jason took a sip and returned the cup to her.

Speaking of Stacy, all this reminiscing was making Jason get hard in his pants. Reaching a hand over he grabbed Stacy's and rested it on his bulge.

"Excuse me Mr. Gardy..." Jason interrupted the bumbling man.

"Oh yes sport! Got some contributions?" He asked.

"Umm no. I just need to ask Stacy something. Could you jack me off, Stacy, I'm getting pretty hard here."

"Yeah. Are you gonna?" She was tapping his cock through his pants, clearly wanting him to take it out for her, but Jason didn't let up.

"Augh, fine." She started undoing his pants before turning to Gardy. "If you would PLEASE hurry and finish... I mean continue." Stacy was clearly becoming uncomfortable from Mr. Gardy's bubbly attitude, wanting this meeting to be over.

"Well yes yes, please don't rush me, where was I..." Gardy flustered.

"Actually." Jason interrupted once again. "Just one more thing Stacy, think you could edge me? I don't want to blow my load yet. Just get me nice and ready for our next meeting."

"If that's how you want it." She says having finally fished Jason's fuck stick out from his pants.

"Is that everything Jason, may I continue?" Gardy asked, not irritated in the slightest by Jason's normal interruptions.

Jason didn't answer, he just leaned back in his chair letting Stacy do her handy work. Mr. Gardy took that as a yes.

"Well as I was saying..." Mr. Gardy continue, as he rustled through his paper work.

Even though Stacy was wanking off Jason she still had a serious expression painted across her face, trying to take in what the man was talking about, but between his weirdness and her mind preoccupied on edging Jason, she was struggling.

As for Jason, it felt great, though Mr. Gardy occasionally looking up at the two then down to where Stacy's hand was before delving back into his papers was a bit deterring. Jason just leaned back and closed his eyes, keeping his focus on Stacy's soft slender hand. Her skill at hand jobs was amazing. Not that Jason had anything to really compare it to but he was pretty sure she must be up there. Hopefully, that's not all she is good at. He was already looking forward to fucking her before they head back home.

Before he knew it the meeting with Mr. Gardy was over with. Surprisingly, Stacy stuffed Jason's dick back into his pants for him before she stood up. Jason for his part slowly rose to his feet, Stacy having brought him to full mast. He did his best to readjust Stacy's placement of it under his belt.

"Dare I ask what's next? Are all your teachers like that I could barely understand what that man was saying?"

Jason didn't need to check what was next. It was Hudson. He'd been in a panic about it up until now. With these earrings and everything they have done for him so far, Jason had no fears of Hudson anymore. He saw her in the crowd, she was hard to miss in her librarian-Esk attire and long curly hair, currently smiling to the family getting up to leave from her table. A smile which vanished instantly as soon as the people turned their back. Hudson checked her watch briefly before standing up from her seat and started looking out across the hall, as if searching for something. Her eyes scanned the room in a slow circle, slowly, methodically. Finally her gaze passed over Jason and stopped, she locked on to him with steely resolve as her features somehow darkened more. She pointed at him with a grim expression and turned her hand over, her red painted nail curled round repeatedly, beckoning him over.

Jason grabbed Stacy's waist pulling her into him as they both approached his next meeting.