Sept 6th early morning.

You watched Lili and Krystal run around finishing getting ready for school. Both were in their green and white cheerleading uniforms for today's home game against the Plant High School Panthers.

Drinking your coffee, you found yourself staring at their bellies, wondering if your boys had found an egg. Even now a fertilized egg could be implanting itself in their uterine walls...

The vision of them both with their bellies swelling as they sixty-nined each other for you left you needing to adjust yourself. Seeing what you were doing, Krystal flashed you a knowing smile before retrieving a banana from the fridge and eating it with **** relish.

When you had awoken, it had occurred to you that you and the girls had been pretty loud at the end. Coming out, you had always expected to find Sunyi waiting to confront you, but she merely asked what you wanted for breakfast. You admittedly still found her hard to read, but you hoped she still had no inkling of what was going on.

Piling in the car, you turn over the engine and pull out. Popping the car into drive, you start the commute when Krystal leans over, saying, "Mnnnnn, last night was soo hot, Uncle Jason."

Lili chimed in, saying, "I had a lot of fun too, Daddy."

You smile at that, then sigh, telling them, "I'm glad you liked it, girls, but it might not be smart to do it again."

They object, but you tell them that you were all lucky that Sunyi didn't catch on last night.

Then Krystal made a remark that sent you veering into the safety lane: "Why don't you just claim her as a slut like Lili? Then it won't be an issue."

You glanced at Lili in the rearview mirror, and her expression wasn't one of disgust or rage, but it was thoughtfulness. "Holy shit," you thought to yourself, "she's actually considering it." The rest of the commute went well, although you found yourself circling back to what Krystal said.

Just make her your slut, and it would be a nonissue. The fact that you didn't find the notion as objectionable showed just how corrupted you were becoming. Pulling into your parking place, the girls hopped out, with Krystal saying, "See you in fourth hour, Uncle."

Heading into the office, you greeted Alice while picking up your mail. You were running early today, so you decided to swing by the library. Next week your class will be getting into the buildup to the Revolution. You needed to check to see what extra materials had been approved, seeing as the politicians were now letting parents dictate what they were taught.

You turned the corner heading to the library's entrance when you saw Bailey exit the restrooms. You couldn't help feeling disappointed seeing her wearing a Powerwolf T-shirt and some faded black jeans. She didn't see you as she entered the library a good 15 seconds ahead of you.

Entering the library, you looked around, not seeing where Bailey went. Heading over to the main desk, Teresa was already at her desk checking in books that had been returned.

The two of you chatted for a few minutes, and she had some suggestions for books that had made it through the state's new parent-centric vetting requirements. Thanking her, you saw that no one had entered, and importantly, Bailey hadn't left. Peering around, you caught a flash of black hair back in the far corner in the fiction section.

You could hear the devil on your shoulder encouraging you to check up on the teen. Tersa got up to take three books into the back, and you found yourself giving in to temptation. Silently you crept back to where you think she was.

Coming to the corner, a quick glance tells you she was mid-aisle, crouched down looking at the books on the bottom shelf. "Perfect," you thought to yourself as you approached the unsuspecting teen.

You crept so close, surprised she didn't see your shadow, before whispering, "Good morning, Bailey."

Startled, her books clattered to the ground as the teen shot to her feet. Before she could spin around, you grab her arms, anchoring her in place.

"I'm disappointed that you're not wearing a skirt today, Bailey." You chided the teen. You felt the shiver work its way through her frame.

Bailey swallowed, whispering, "I'm sorry, Mr. Clarkson, I only have the one outfit; I outgrew my others."

You smiled, whispering into her ear, "We're going to have to do something about that."

Bailey nodded as you now spun her around. The goth teen stared up at you, fear and anticipation warring in her eyes. You saw her tongue slip out as she licked her suddenly dry lips, which made you want to taste them. You look down at the band shirt proclaiming that demons are a girl's best friend.

"Lift your shirt," you order with a hiss.

"Wha, wha, wha, why?" She stammered.

"I told you, no bra, no panties, no protection, little girl," you growl. "I want to see if you can follow orders."

Her hands shook as her fingers found the hem. Drawing the fabric up, her tits came into view. Her pale pink nipples were visibly hard as you took in the unencumbered peaks.

You smiled, telling her, "Good girl."

You let her lower her shirt, hiding her funbags, before ordering, "Today keep your phone on; I don't care where you are. I will send you directions for tomorrow night. When you get them, you have 30 seconds to reply, or I will punish you."

"But what if..." she whimpered. You put your finger across her lips, whispering, "Shhhhhhhh, I don't care."

With that you leave the flustered teen heading to your classroom. With your students taking their tests 1st and 2nd periods, it was mostly you catching up on your lesson planning while sipping coffee. Soon enough your students were filling out of the classroom, heading to third period. Because of the test, you had caught up on everything.

Pulling out your phone, you were checking your private email when an idea came to you. You remember a dream you had of you and Jennifer teaming up on Beth Anne in a seedy motel. An evil smile grows on you as the idea germinates.

Opening up your browser, you look up motels near the port. After a few minutes you find one that looks just about right.

Paris Motel 2.4 stars 55 dollars a night.

Looking at the reviews, the first one caught your eye.

Florida_mann456783: 2/5 room was clean, and the fridge was stocked. The clerk was okay, but there were hookers working the parking lot. Walls were thin, and you could hear everything.

Checking the address, you saw it was 2 blocks from Fallen Angels.

"Hmmmmm," you thought out loud, "maybe I'll be marking some new property after all."

You consider telling Jennifer about Bailey but decide not yet. The sexy little goth was your conquest. Jennifer can have her fun after you properly break her in. Going into your contacts, you find Bailey's number and start writing your text.

JC: tomorrow night Rockberry Park 10pm Be by the picnic tables near the east entrance. You won't be home till after school Monday. No panties, no bra, no protection. Shave your mound if needed. Tight skirt, shirt so tight you're spilling out of it, and 3-inch heels minimum.

You fire off the text and start counting. Twenty-eight seconds later you get a reply.

BH: Yes, Daddy.

Rather than leave your classroom, you sit back in your chair contemplating tomorrow night. Your cock started getting hard as you imagined what Bailey will look like tomorrow night when she starts her life as your personal whore. Licking your lips you imagined the teen on her back, legs spread for you, with cum in me in black lettering standing out on her pale skin. Another vision hit you of Bailey in a miniskirt, her top leaving her midriff and lower back bare. Across her lower back was a stylized tramp stamp entwined within "Daddy's whore." You were tempted to fish out your erection, but sadly, time got away from you.

Beep, beep, beep.

The bell chimed; third period was over.