Orientation

"Ptoo!"

Amy spat out what sperm she hadn't swallowed into the sink.

"God, why does it feel like I just ate calamari?" She noted the unique texture of the jizz along with it's salty taste.

After her performance on the bus, Amy was about ready to crawl under a rock and die. If word got out about what happened, she'd never live it down. Her only hope was the that the only witnesses were known for being dumb and slow. Nobody would believe them. Right?

The sticky residue in her mouth and the mess of semen all over her chest were plenty of proof though. She had scrubbed at her sweater with handfuls of paper towels, but the stain stood out on the dark fibers. She hoped she could play it off. At the very least, if she kept her head down, there was no reason anyone should bring attention to it.

Sweater crusty with cum, Amy left the bathroom and headed for her class. She hurried through the halls, trying to avoid any interaction, until she reached her classroom. On the frosted glass was the name of her new teacher: Randy Larkin.

Amy shrugged. At least a male teacher would be easier to manipulate if she needed it.

Turning the knob she entered the room. Performing a quick scan, she searched for an empty desk. Since the class was fairly small, there were plenty of empty chairs available in the back. Amy hurried towards them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you must be the new girl. Where are you off to?"

As if waiting to ambush her, Mr. Larkin was waiting just inside. He grabbed her shoulder to keep her from scurrying to safety and in his other hand was a nametag sticker.

"I-I was just going to sit..."

"I like your eagerness to learn, but we haven't introduced you to the rest of the class."

Amy felt her face burning red as all eyes were on her and her jizz stained clothes. She raised a hand in a timid wave.

"You must be shy." Randall said. "Here, I'll make it easy for you. My name is Randall Larkin. You may call me Mr. Larkin, or whenever you need help."

He chuckled at his own joke before he continued.

"And you are?"

Feeling like she might faint, Amy bowed her head and muttered her name.

"H-hi. My name is -"

"EASY AMY!" The classroom exploded with laughter as their first attempt at hazing her was a success.

She stared at the tile floor, wishing she would wake from the nightmare.

"Easy Amy?" Mr. Larkin rolled his eyes. "What's that all about?"

The kids erupted into their own stories regarding Amy's bus encounter. The only one who didn't was Jayden. The kid who had gotten to enjoy her mouth sat quietly with his eyes on his desk.

Finally, one of the kids set the record straight.

"We call her Easy Amy, because she is incredibly slutty. She gave Jayden a blowjob on the bus-"

Speedy pantomimed a blowjob and pretended to ****. "McClurg! McClurg!"

", And tried to swallow his load. Judging by the amount of semen on her sweater, this was a failure. Just like her, which is why she's in our class-"

"Okay, okay." Mr. Larkin held up his hands. "I get it. 'Easy Amy' it is." He tore up the name tag he had prepared and pulled a blank one from one of his desk drawers. With a sharpie, he wrote "Easy Amy" and added a small penis just for added effect.

"Ugh! What? That's so messed up." She proclaimed.

Unfortunately, the class had gotten into an uproar again, so her complaints went mostly unheard.

Mr. Larkin peeled the sticker off and applied it directly to Amy's sweater, grabbing a handful of her right breast in the process.

"Jesus, is this whole school full of creeps?" She grumbled.

"There ya go." Mr. Larkin said with a smile as he smoothed the sticker out on her chest with **** dedication.

When he was done, he patted her ass like she was a football player. "Now go find your seat and sit down. I've got a few announcements to make."

Nodding, with tears in her eyes, Amy tried to flee to the back of the room, but was once again stopped by Mr. Larkin.

"Hold up, Amy. We already prepared you a seat." He gestured towards an empty desk chair immediately across from his desk. "April prepared it for you."

Amy's shame grew deeper as she looked at the desk. The desk was not the source of her turmoil, but right beside it was April Graves, who waved her black-painted fingers in greeting.

Amy turned to Mr. Larkin. "Actually, Mr...um...teacher. I don't want to disrupt the class anymore. Maybe I could just take a seat in the back.

He looked back at her with a smile. "You're not arguing with me, are you... Easy Amy?" He asked, emphasizing her title.

She weighed her options, carefully, but it didn't seem like anything would go her way in this class.