An Email From Mr. Baker

As the week continued Leah received an email from Mr. Baker. It was very brief.

"Can you come by my room after work for a few minutes?"

Leah's heart stopped. Was this about...what she had done to him? She dreaded that he might think that she was romantically attracted to him. Maybe he needed to confess about how he felt bad for cheating on his wife? Leah didn't know what to expect.

Leah gathered her purse as the students poured out of the classroom when the dismissal bell rang after the final period of the day. She already had locked her classroom door and then headed off down the hallway toward Mr. Baker's room. A strange sense of dread beginning to cast a shadow over her mood.

Mr. Baker's door was closed and locked. Leah felt a brief moment of hope that maybe he had left. But she knew she should knock. She rapped her knuckles on the door and was tempted to bolt away so she could at least "claim" she had tried. Before she could muster the courage to walk away the door swung open and Mr. Baker's middle aged form peered down the hallway both ways and ushered her inside his classroom as if he was meeting a fellow thief in the night. He closed the door behind her and ensured it was locked.

"Come on in Leah." he said, his tone...off somehow.

"I uh I got your email. You wanted to see me for a few minutes? I really do need to try and beat the traffic home." Leah said awkwardly. Mr. Baker's classroom was the strange mix of computer lab in one area and stage area for filming in the other part. It was the largest non-gym or library room on campus.

"Hmmmm Yes...I just wanted to talk to you about something." He said his face turning a strange color between excitement and fear. Leah stood there her eyes saying "go on."

"I want to talk to you about what happened during Top Turkey Week." he said a bit sheepishly.

Oh of course. Fuck. Leah moaned inside.

"Look that was...just...ummm..." Leah fumbled her words.

"It really all came out of nowhere Leah. I didn't think we had any kind of connection like that." he said crossing his arms.

"Look Mr. Baker its not like that I just--I really needed to be on the announcements." Leah tried to set a determined face. "I'm really sorry I know you are married I shouldn't have."

"Well what you did was certainly something my wife hasn't done in a LONG time." he said a tinge of anger in his voice, anger directed at a significant other far away.

"Right...well we can just pretend it never happened okay?" Leah asked, holding her breath.

"Oh I can't forget it Leah." he said, his body's tension loosening somewhat as he recalled Leah on her knees.

"It would be best if we never talked about it again." Leah reiterated.

"I would really like you to do it again." he said flatly. Leah's eyes went wide and her mouth went agape.

"Mr. Baker I'm not doing that I am sorry. It was a mistake." Leah shook her head after she came back to her senses.

"What if I said 'pretty please?'" his face turning strangely playful.

"Uh--not even if you say 'pretty please.'" she said thinking What the heck is his problem?

"What if I said 'I have you sucking my cock on video?'" his tone tightened like his eyes on her.

"Excuse me? You what!?" Leah froze horribly. She felt a cold sensation come over her and it wasn't from the industrial AC units working to cool the room.

"You heard me." he said smugly now "You were too busy getting on your knees to notice that I was testing the film equipment in the studio. The--RECORDING equipment."

Leah's face gave him a sideways glance as if she didn't trust his story.

"Don't believe me?" he said fishing in his pants pocket for his phone. "Fine. Just look here." he manipulated his phone and held it toward her. Leah looked in stunned horror.

She instinctively reached for the phone. He pulled it away before she could grab it.

"Now, now." he said holding the phone close "Don't think this is only on my phone. I have it a few places. So don't worry its not going anywhere."

"Why are you doing this!?" Leah said her voice verging on defeat.

"Why did you suck my cock like a complete slut?" he shrugged and then continued "Look Leah--if I wanted to I could tell--I could show--your fiancé this. Or even Mr. Howard--he might fire you. Of course I'd edit my face out of it and it would be fine for me....but for you...not so much."

"What do you want to delete the video?" Leah asked resigned.

"Delete the video?" He laughed "Oh no I am not deleting anything. I quite like enjoying them at my house too much."

"You are disgusting." Leah said spitefully.

"I'm not the one sucking dick in the high school Career Technical class."

"Why are you showing me this?" Leah demanded, her voice growing now with some hostility.

"I told you." he said looking her up and down "I want you to suck my dick again."

"And if I do it again you won't show this to anyone?" Leah asked her voice regaining some composure.

"So long as you please me--I won't." He said his tone turning into a strangely calming voice.

"And if I refuse?" Leah asked.

"Let's just say you might live to regret it. A quick text message to your future hubby or post on some internet sight might occur." he said his eyes looking through her soul.

"I....I..." Leah paused and took in a deep breath.

"So are you going to get on your knees again like you did before or not?" he said with a snap.