A Phone Call is Received

As lunch break ends, you head back to the school grounds. The cheerleaders usually need to spend a little longer to get washed up, so their tardiness is allowed, but spectators get no such privileges, so you make sure you arrive in physics class early to avoid a detention. It was easier said than done, since you feel like you've been nursing a headache all morning. But this was no usual migraine, it was something deeper than that. Rather than a sharp pain, it was more like constant sense of vertigo, where everything around just felt a little off.

Stumbling into class early, you rest your head in your hands, trying to figure out what was causing it. Was it that Crab-17 thing you saw on the news? Or something worse? Before you train of thought can finish, you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. Strange, usually no one calls you during school hours. Checking the call display, you see that it's Katie.

"What's up, something happen?" You ask, curious.

"Uh...Sorta," was the reply from Katie. "Extracurricular training, if you can call it that. Tell Mr. Smith I won't make it to class. He'll understand if you explain that it's a new rule."

"Another one of those eh? Yeah, I'll tell-" Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by a male voice on the other end of the line. "C'mon, put some muscles into it!"

"Hey, don't get my phone wet," you can hear Katie grumble to whoever was there with her, before she says to you: "practice got extended, we're learning proper hygiene."

On the other end of the phone, Katie and the other cheerleader girls were scrubbing down a very naked and very smug Myers. Or in his words: A practical application of your learning. No doubt a phrase stolen from another teacher, seeing as his brain could barely process words with more than three syllables. With one hand holding her phone, and other hand dutifully rubbing his layers of fat with soap, Katie was doing her best to multitask, but the conversation was once again interrupted by Myers, who grabbed who free hand and placed it onto his erect cock. Perhaps God's singular gift to him, Myers was blessed with a cock to rival Rasputin, and now paired with the wristwatch, probably a better method of hypnosis too.

"Gotta make sure you clean everywhere," he says as he runs Katie's hand up and down his shaft. "You can never be too careful with these things. Do it like I taught you."

"Yes, yes, whatever you say," Katie mutters quietly, before turning back to phone: "so anyways, I gotta go. Tell Mr. Smith I won't make it to class, and I'll see you in a bit."

As she hangs up, she turns around just in time to catch a face full of cum as Myers ejaculates, some of it even flying into her mouth. As she coughs and tries to spit it out, Myers finishes fingering the final girl in the squad to an orgasm. Satisfied with how his afternoon went, he gets up, and announces an end to this practice session. Of course, this would only be the first of many.

*

You hang up, and sigh to yourself. Physics was dull enough, and if Katie's not going to be here, then you might as well try to sleep off your headache. It's not like the old man Smith is going to notice or care. Unfortunately, physics was the only class the two of you shared on Monday, so you won't be seeing her until tomorrow. After school, Katie is busy with charity work and your mom wants you at home ASAP to help with chores, so there's hardly an opportunity to talk.

As you lay your head down to sleep, you think about all that's transpired today. There were a lot of new policies on the first day of new semester, more so than usual. Was that always how it was? You could've sworn things used to be less...well...erotic around school. And yet, even though you feel that way, you have no such memories of a time. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you shamelessly fall asleep in class.