Mr Gardy's appointment, Jason gets proactive.

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 planted her mostly naked arse down on it. "Will you be joining us this time Jason" She asked sarcastically.

"Actually... no" Jason replied. Although this clearly wasn't the answer Stacy was expecting she still didn't seem surprised, much to do with the earring Jason was currently wearing he thought. "I've got business else where but you two keep at it. I'm sure maths is fiiine." Jason leaned down and gave Stacy a farewell kiss on the lips which she passively took without complaint before Jason turned and left, disappearing from his chaperone once again.

"Indu-bubbly" Mr Gardy exclaimed clapping his hands together as he settled in.

Stacy just turned and blinked at the man. "...What..."

Jason pushed through the throng of people, looking for his target. Miss Hudson was here somewhere, the plan in his head was barely together but he knew where to start. He spotted her greeting a new family that looked like they were just sitting down to the table. Of course, for them she seems all smiles, Jason knew for him it would not be that way. He checked his earring and walked up to the table of people to cut into their conversation.

"Excuse me Miss Hudson" He was being polite out of habit and residual fear of the woman. Miss Hudson turned her gaze and rolled her eyes when she saw who it was.

"Jason, I'll speak to you in front of your parents and not before." She sighed pinching the bridge of her nose.

"No, no you won't!" Jason argued. "We are going to speak now!" He slammed his hand down on the table for emphasis. The family looked at each other a little lost but didn't comment.

"I'm in another meeting right now" She said gesturing to the people opposite. "... as you can see. I'll speak to you when it's over."

"Okay." Jason said matter of factly. "Meetings over" he added as he leaned forward and grabbed Miss Hudson by her long curly hair and pulled her to her feet.

"Ahh! Ow!" She complained, not quite ready for the action despite her brain telling her it was normal.

"Cya folks, best get some coffee or something... she aint coming back" Jason waved to the family as he tugged his newly acquired captive to the side.

"Okay! okay!" She shouted making Jason let go. She stopped in her tracks and put her hands on her hips. "What was so important you have to drag, LITERALLY drag me away from other students?"

"Not here..." Jason told her, snatching her hand from her waist and pulling her along behind him. She plodded passively behind him as he lead her through the crowd and out the main doors. They didn't stop as they moved down a small hallway and round a corner. Jason looked up, saw the sign for the ladies toilets and barged in, brining his compliant teacher with him.

"Okay Miss Hudson, you and I have never seen eye to eye but for the last time I'm asking you to not tell my father about me failing English, you have no idea how bad that would make things for me" Jason pleaded.

"No chance." She scoffed. "You think that you whining at me would change anything? It seems English literature inst the only thing you need to learn" She went to push past him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"Okay, I'm done asking. Now I'm telling. No talking." Jason's grip tightened around Hudson's hand so much she winced in slight pain but didn't complain. She just looked up from her hand in discomfort and told him straight.

"You can't tell me what to do Jason. I'm your teacher... now if you would excuse me, it must almost be time to find your parents" She pulled weakly at his arm but otherwise did not move from her spot.

"I can make you though..." Jason informed her leading the woman over to the side of the room where large pipes ran up the wall. He took her hands and hoisted them up over her head. She looked from her own body to his, taking in her manipulations without complain, just mild interest. Jason fished around in his back pocket before pulling out the handcuffs he swiped off the cops earlier. He slipped them behind the pipe and fastened both cuffs to her wrists, keeping them high above her head as the chain got caught on the pipes bracket.

"Fine you can stay like that forever for all I care." Jason told her as he stepped back and took in her **** pose, looking like a princess tied up for a dragon. She didn't struggle, just stood there, looking at Jason with stern eyes, yet to show any real fire or anger despite his manhandling of her. Her breath and pose was making her bosom heave, her suit jacket spilling open, letting her two large tits rise and fall. For his part he wasted no time in stepping up and grabbing hold of them, forcefully squeezing them in his palm.

"Woah" Is all Jason could say. "I didn't even plan on doing that, it just happened" he told her not letting go of her bust. "I got to watch myself, this behaviour is becoming second nature... If I do something like this without the earring, you would flip your shit"

"I doubt that Jason" Hudson corrected him. "Yes it feels very strange when you grab me like that, I really don't like it, but it always does so why would I get mad at that?"

Jason looked her in the eye as he moved his face inches from hers.

"You really are a stuck up, fucking bitch from fucking hell, you bitchy fucking cunt!" His pent up tirade causing spittle to spray her calm face as she just lean back and took his verbal **** without batting an eyelid.

"Vocabulary..." She stated plainly. "Your use of the same words repeatedly is part of what I want to mention, thank you for reminding me." A touch of smugness ending her sentence. Jason got mad, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out Tods knife, flicking the blade out. He pressed the metal to her throat, his eyes boring straight into hers.

"I. Could. Kill. You." He hissed. "Right now, slice you ear to ear and no one would care. You wouldn't care. You would just bleed out on the floor, looking at your own blood and life poor out of you as you drift off, accepting that its your time to die and do so without complaint..."

"That was better at least" She said blasé. "Maybe all we had to do to get some prose out of you was have you threaten people" her eyebrows raised as she pursed her lips at him.

Jason raised his finger to her which she looked at with a little confusion. He slowly brought it round to his ear, the one which currently housed his great artefact. He clamped it between his finger and thumb, his eyes flicking down to make sure his knife with still pressed to her throat. With a simple movement he popped it off his lobe.

Miss Hudson's eyes suddenly went wide and her mouth parted, a tiny breath wheezing out, her whole head started to shake. Jason quickly put the earring back on and lowered his knife, the entire sequence taking less than five seconds as he never moved the earring more than a centimetre away from its home.

"Oh..." Miss Hudson exclaimed.

"What?" Jason asked interested to read her mind right now.

"That was strange I ... Oh no!" She cut her self short as she threw her legs together. Jason looked down, half enjoying looking at her pins in their smooth pantyhose and also getting a good view of the line of piss making its way down her right leg. "Oh god!" She added. "Why am I... this doesn't make any sense?! It was just a knife, get a grip woman!" She complained through gritted teeth as she tried to stop herself from pissing. Jason laughed as his nemesis defiled herself in from of him, letting the tension leave his body, his stunt having the precise effect he wanted it to, he preceded to taunt her.

"Looks like you pissed yourself there Miss Hudson" He pointed while lifting up her skirt leaving nothing to the imagination. "Why would you do that?"

"I... I don't know." She complained. "Gah... my heart is racing for some reason... ah now I'm crying as well? What is wrong with me?" Tears started to roll down Miss Hudson's face, tears which would not be out of place on a hysterical woman's face threatened with ****, but as it was, Miss Hudson just rolled her head to the side to try and wipe the tears off on her raised blouse sleeve, smudging her mascara. "Oh great, now my glasses are fogging up" She complained to herself.

"Let me help you with that" Jason said in a fake gesture of sympathy, removing them and throwing them over his shoulder to collide with the other wall and smash.

"Ah, that's better, thank you Jason" She thanked him despite his destruction of her property which made him laugh. Much to the surprise of both of them, Miss Hudson laughed as well, giddy on unwanted mystery adrenaline as she sniffed though her now runny nose.

"Well don't let me stop there. Here, let me help you out of those wet things" He said as he grabbed her skirt and bend down, yanking it to the floor as he went before reaching up and slipping down both her pantyhose and panties. Jason loved her new look as he stepped back to appreciate it. Naked from the waist down, totally exposed with her hands held aloft offering no chance of covering any part of her body.

"These are pretty sopping wet, you must of really needed a piss to suddenly go like that huh Hudson?" Jason told her as he held up her soiled underwear.

"Jason... That's not the kind of- hmm.. kind.. of thing I want to hear from my students" Miss Hudson's speech cut of momentarily as Jason **** the garment over her head muffling her speech and stalling her flow. She didn't seem to mind her head was now also covered in piss.

"You do have a nice cute bush..." Jason said to her enveloped head, changing the subject as he ran his fingers thought her short nether curls "Is that something else you don't want to hear?"

"I suppose so..." She agreed.

"Hmm what about the sound of a blouse RRRiping open" Jason grunted as he yanked her top open pinging buttons across the restroom. Hudson stayed silent this time, tapping her foot waiting for him to get to his point.

"Whaat about..." Jason slowed his speech to emphasize his actions. "the sound of a bra being cut open." He flourished his blade, slipping it under the center point of her bra and tried to saw through it.

"Damn" he grunted. "What's this thing made of? Armour?"

"It's got wires there, for support... " She was ever the educator.

"Oh right... thanks" He said as he changed his approach and cut her straps one by one, put the knife away then flipped down her large cups. "Damn, that's why you needed support!" He leant down and motor boated her D cups. She just sighed through her piss strained clothes and looked out across the room, peering thought the haze her panyhose gave her.

"Are you done? I'm sure I've missed one meeting by now, we still might be able to fit yours in if we leave now..." She asked impatiently

"No!" Jason shouted from between jiggling boobs. "You're staying here for tonight. How do you like the sound of a flushing toilet" Jason rolled his face forward into her flesh for a second before looking back up to finish his sentence. "... if that toilet was flushing the keys to those handcuffs."

"That would be less than ideal" She admitted. "I would have to-- ow!" She paused briefly as Jason bit down on one of her nipples before she continued. "I would have to get the Janitor out here to cut through them. He must be able to do that, right?" She asked, unsure of her plan.

"He's gone home" Jason reminded her through bared teeth without looking.

"Well, there is always my sister, she works on the police ****, she's bound to have a key to these or something" She wondered out loud. Jason sprang up from his titty pillows in surprise.

"Wow! No shit! That explains... that was your sister! huh... small world" Jason said half to himself.

"Oh? You've meet?" She inquired, interested in Jason for the first time in a while.

"Yeah tonight in fact. She can't come and get you... I fucked with her pretty hard. Your family got pretty fucked up tonight huh... does that make you mad?"

"Not really" She chimed.

"Of course not" he corrected her.

"Yeah" She agreed.

"Well it been real nice playing with these things, I'll have to make a habit of it in our English lessons to come, I've got to go get on with the night. Stacy isn't going to fuck herself. You stay here my big titted pain in the ass. Looks like you're going to miss the rest of the night I'm afraid. Hope you didn't have many meetings left"

"I do" She said plainly.

"You did" he corrected once again. "Oh well maybe next year..." Jason gave her large fun-bags one last giant slap before he turned on his heel and went to leave, throwing the keys to her cuffs in the trash. He rubbed his hands together, like he learned with the cops all he has to do is make it impossible for people to chase him and they should just give up. Walking down the hallway to re-enter the main hall he put a spring in his step. He felt like he might have done it and fixed his problem, maybe for the rest of the night him and Stacy can have some fun. He spotted Stacy leaving Mr Gardy's table with some speed, looking at Jason with a mixture of confusion and disgust.

"What an odd man.." Stacy told Jason as she met him in the middle of the hall. Jason just slipped his hand around her waist and walked her in the direction of an empty table.

"English is next, Miss Hudson. Like all my subjects, I'm great at English so lets get to it!" Jason's fake enthusiasm went completely over Stacy's head as he plonked himself down and gestured for Stacy to sit at the empty table. She slid down onto the seat next to him with growing confusion.

"This is Miss Hudson's table right? Where is she?" Stacy asked perplexed.

"I don't know." Jason lied as he slipped his hand over Stacy's thigh. "How strange..."