"A Teacher Made Me"

You breathed in. Of course, you were more then prepared for Jake's suspicion. It was one of the eight likely outcomes that you'd planned out ahead of time. So naturally, you'd already had a lie prepared in advance. One that ran the risk of ruining your reputation, of course. But, frankly, that was one of the most appealing parts about the entire idea!

"If you truly must know..." you straightened out your hair, despite the fact that there wasn't a hair out of place. "I will tell you. But, like this meeting it must remain an absolute secret. If word started to travel about this, it would do unacceptable damage to my reputation."

"Right. You know that I'm known for keeping my mouth shut." Jake lied.

"Well, there was a situation where one of the teachers was grading me in ways that I felt were unfair." Your voice remained as steady and firm as normal. "I went to have a dialogue with him about how I might improve it. The subsequent conversation went in a direction that was, unexpected..."

Your tan cheeks blushed slightly and you glanced away. Even as a lie, it was embarrassing to vocalize. Something unlike the old you entirely.

"We agree that my grade could be raised if I would do him certain...sexual favors." Your breathing grew sharper. "And throughout the year I continued to follow through my end of the arrangement."

"Hold up, which teacher was this? I gotta know." Jake chuckled. "Was it Mr. Willson."

"I don't believe that information is pertinent. It's sufficient that you know it happened." You give Jake a tut tut, discouraging the topic.

"Right, continue."

"Well, the **** in question became a component of a few of the sessions. He seemed to believe it would help me relax when doing my duties." You said. "But, since the end of my arrangement with the teacher in question, I've had cravings for more of it."

"Really?" Jake scratched his head. "Well this mystery teacher must have been pretty fucked to put you on something like Gud Gurl on you. Look, I'm standing to make money here. But, you might want to consider getting clean instead. I know a straight A bitch has a bright future ahead and all. Would be a shame to ruin that, I guess. Since you worked so hard on it and all."

"I don't desire your sympathy, Jake." You sniff coldly. "Nor do I desire to be clean. I want my fix."

Jake goes silent, staring at you. Truth be told, you hadn't meant to come across as quite so harsh, but it was just second nature to you by now. Still, for a moment, you were worried that your demeanor might have even angered him enough to walk out on the deal. In the back of your head, you pondered some of the secondary sources that you'd noted as possibilities.

"Fine." Jake said. You exhaled. "I still ain't convinced that you ain't a narc or something. But fuck it, I'll sell it to you."

"Excellent" You clasped your hands together in front of you eagerly. It was really going to happen! You were really going to get to be a **** whore! "I just have one stipulation though."

"Stipulation?"

"A term of the arrangement." You push your clashes back up your face. "There was a way that I would receive the substance in the past. If possible I'd like to replicate that..."

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