Thursday the 22nd

Beep beep beep sounded your alarm clock as your alarm grudgingly pulled you from unconsciousness.

Groaning, you roll out of bed, feeling a twinge in your back. Once again, you proclaim to the empty room, which sucks to get old. Taking a shower, you soak in the moist heat, trying not to think of your rapidly complicating life. Not even two weeks into tour career and you've fucked 3 of your students.

While chewing your fruit loops you internally, for the 50th time, debated the wisdom of letting Jennifer Marlow lead you down wherever this path was going. Knowing in all likelihood it would end with you on jail. But could you bare to walk away. That was the elephant in the room.

Closing your eyes you could hear Rebeccas pleas to come in me. Opening them you look down the hallway to your unmade bed you could still hear Jennifers demand that you fucking breed her. Finishing your coffee you admit to yourself once again that you were unable to walk away.

Grabbing your briefcase you start your conmute to school. Talk radio happened to be on and they were talking about the election. Not wanting to get depressed you turn the station and Bon Jovi starts singing about how it's now or never. Bopping along to the song you make your way through traffic arriving at school.

During first period you noted that Beth Anne Riley was absent. That was another can of sorms that could blow on you. As much as you could try to pass the buck and blame Jennifer. No, you fucking her in the backroom of a sleezy strip club was all on you.

Principle Smalley stopped by during second period, and you had a brief conversation in the hallway. It was official you were goinng to be the head cheer coach for the whole year. Because of that she wanted to assign your third period class to another teacher. Signing off on the plan you returned to your lecture on the early colonies.

Fourth period you noted that while Kat, Janna, and Rebecca were present. There was no Jennifer Marlow, interesting. Rebecca was dressed in one of the tamer outfits they purchased but what intrigued you most is she was wearing the black leather choker that Jen picked up.

As class ended you called out,"Miss Thompson a minute please."

Comming up to you she asked,"Yes Mr. C."

The last student left leaving you two alone.

"What's Jennifer up to," you ask the red head.

Putting her hands behind her back and looking at the floor she says,"You see um, it's supposed to be a surprise."

Reaching out you cup her jaw, your thumb brushing her lower lip, nudging her to look at you. Looking down into her green eyes the gold JJ of the choker beckonning. A shiver ran down your spine, Rebecca looked so delightfully submissive.

All of a sudden two warring needs hammered at you. The first was finding out what your head cheerleader, and self appointed harem mistress was up to. The other was laying this teen out on your desk and fucking her raw, risk of being caught be damnned.