Mess up with her Head

Unlike most others of her classmates, she wasn’t known for having a high opinion of the teacher that had appeared in front of them; while it was true that he spend a long time watching his female students, every other girl she had talked with always told her the same thing, that while he looked, he never did anything untoward to any of them.

She knew it was something that she was known for being a worrywart, and even more than that, she was always worrying about others, so seeing him here, someone that shouldn’t have been anywhere close, well, it just soured her mood.

Looking behind she saw Wes was also surprised at the teacher that had appeared basically out of nowhere.

“Hello Cynthia, Wes, hope I'm not interrupting anything,” She didn’t know what he wanted, but she couldn’t just allow him to sour the mood her and her boys had developed in this small LAN party.

“Can we talk in the hallway Mr. Dinger?” It was better if she interrupted him and made him talk away from the others; she may not have any evidence of him being a real creep, but she was not going to stop trusting her guts when it came to this teacher. His eyes widened slightly at being interrupted, but instead of showing any discomfort he simply moved away from the door while she turned one last time to Wes; she was slightly disheartened at seeing her friend lose the courage he had gathered.

It had been obvious that Wes had a huge crush on her from looking at his behaviour lately, and she had been sure he would have popped the question sooner or later, in fact, she had been waiting for the moment the two would be alone. She wasn’t quite sure how she'll act if he asked her out, so maybe the sudden interruption was not so bad, not that she would be thankful for this man’s actions.

Looking at the empty hallway, Cynthia crossed her arms underneath her chest, trying to make it look as if she didn’t care one iota about her teacher; sure, she will try to remain civil, but nothing said she had to be friendly with such a creep.

“I suppose this is as good a place to talk as any other, so what are you and your friends doing at this hour in the lab Ms. Cynthia?” Weird, usually the older man would have tried to look at her chest with such a move, guess the old leech still had some decency… or was able to mask it better these days.

“The equipment on the lab is much better than the ones in our houses, so Mr. Dunsworth gave us permission to use it if we clean up after using it,” Dinger nodded as if finally understanding what was going on.

“Well, Mr. Dunsworth never mentioned your arrangement… although considering his own tastes, it is no wonder he was a little distracted himself,” at those words Mr. Dinger made a weird face, as if it was half amused and worried about the not so secret actions of the Vice-Principal. Basically everyone in the school knew what that man liked to do and Cynthia didn’t have an idea of why he still had a job at the school “but, while it wasn’t known to me, I’m still glad you and your friends find time to spend together, what with your classmates being busy with Ms. Perez and the rest of my colleagues.”

He didn’t have to remind her, these days it seemed Steven and the others spend more time either lying down on Ms. Perez's desk as this one suffocated them with her pussy or bent over her desk as they were railed by several of the teachers in the SEECA. She didn’t want to, but she remembered the first time she saw someone receiving an extra credit lesson, and how Steve didn’t seem in pain, even with how hard he was getting pegged by Ms. Perez.

Cynthia had to fight back a shiver and shake her head to get rid of those images as they assaulted her mind; it was bad enough that the female teachers were more than willing to use the SEECA for their dirty deeds, but she was sure that if Mr. Dinger had access to a program like that, her and other female students would have been taken advantage of.

“Yes, so if you excuse me, I will go back to what I was doing, good night Mr. Dinger,” she tried to keep her temper under control, she would not give the man any satisfaction, but she wasn’t able to turn around and leave him behind, because he immediately interrupted her.

“I see that I am not someone you held in high regard Ms. Cynthia,” he almost sounded sincere in his bewilderment, as if it wasn’t clear why he was such a creep.'' Please, will you honest with me and tell me your reasons to treat me this way?” Oh, he wanted her to be honest? Fine, he asked for it.

“Because you are a creep that never wastes a moment looking at your student’s chests at every opportunity, so how can I have any kind of respect for a man with such little disregard to morals and decency?” If she thought she was going to get some satisfaction at seeing him cowed by her temper, sadly Cynthia found herself dumbstruck by how at ease the man was, usually someone would have been surprised at her outburst, or at least a little bit worried considering she was a student and could place a report concerning his actions.

“Ms. Cynthia, I thought we had already talked about this, but isn't it very well know that your classmates are not only aware of me looking at them, but that they are the ones that started the whole affair? I can still remember them talking about making it a contest of who can catch my eyes the most in classroom, don't you remember that?” just the mere reminder of that happening made Cynthia grit her teeth in rage at the sheer audacity of her classmates.

She remembered how Mandy, a girl that was known for having a very shy disposition when it came to her rather abundant chest area, was more than willing to leave several buttons off in her shirt when it was time for Mr. Dinger’s class, and even other more daring girls attend class without even a bra. Sure, the girls were doing it to get his attention in some kind of twisted competition, but it did not change the fact he was a perv.

“That could be the case, but it still doesn’t change the fact that you are a creep, a pervert and I do not trust you, goodbye Mr. Dinger,” she was ready to leave him behind and go back to what they were doing, meaning, having fun with her friends, when his next words just rooted her to the floor completely.

“I would be very careful who you call a creep and a pervert Ms. Cynthia, after all, let’s not forget, wasn't I found you at the beginning of the school year masturbating on top of my desk?” At those words, the teenage girl stopped walking completely, not only because her teacher had grabbed her by the arm, but also because of dread at the memory.

She didn’t remember why she had been feeling so horny that day, but what she remember was that there was no way she could wait until home; her need was so big that she had to take care of herself, so it was of course just her luck that the one teacher she couldn’t stand was the one that found her. If a teacher on the SEECA would have been the one to find her, yes, it would have been embarrassing, but Ms. Perez and her colleagues would understand, heck, she would have been able to make it look as if she was looking for some extra credits herself, but no, she just had to be found by Mr. Dinger.

“It… it was once, and you cannot exactly be trying to **** me, it is your words against mine and everybody knows what kind of man you are,” was this man insane? Did he have no fear or was he enjoying making her angry? Didn’t he realize that his job was hanging by a thread if she decided to go with this to the Principal? Sure, she may get in trouble for what she did, but it would be worthy just to take this man down.

“Don't be so sure of yourself Ms. Cynthia, you may call me a pervert, but let us not forget what you have been doing this whole year,” for some reason, him saying something like that just made her feel dread.