Schoolday

The next morning was like every other schoolday morning in the Dam so far. Breakfast followed by Sarah and Brooklyn hurrying out in a rush- Sarah for work reasons and Brooklyn... probably just to get away from him, Logan theorized. He was still haunted by the incident where Brooklyn caught him jerking off- and he knew she was too, considering she still very pointedly refused to go anywhere near that bathroom.

But what tormented Logan more was the thought that she just may have heard moan her name as he released. It was a thought that kept him up at night. He wanted to be a good stepfather with all his heart but he just... couldn't. Hell, he was finding it hard to be a good husband.

Sarah still hadn't given the release she'd promised Logan on the day they'd arrived and it was going to be a week soon... and Logan was feeling it. He'd been jacking off with **** daily to take the edge off... but it was different. Usually, especially when they were apart, Logan had no problem visualizing Sarah's achingly beautiful body sensually riding him to completion but now... now things were different. Now, it seemed like Logan was getting off to everyone but Sarah... whether he wanted to or not.

It started with the neighbour, Michelle, who'd been tormenting his dreams ever since that evening when she popped out her tit. Logan and let loose countless times to the sight of his tan cock disappearing in between her bronzed breasts. Then it was Sarah's best friendHarmony, her ruby red lips wrapped around his dick as she stared up at him with those mesmerizing blue eyes. Logan would often catch himself slowly getting hard beneath his desk as he watched Ryleigh bend down to organize the books, her as straining against the her skintight pants. He'd catch himself in the bathroom slipping into fantasies of plunging his dick in and out of Marisol's pussy while Principal Beatrice egged him on from behind, whispering sinful things into his ears.

Just last night he'd erupted to a vision of Josephine and the lunch lady, McKenna running their tongues down his cock before it transitioned to the Assistant Coach, Darcy, bending herself over the bleachers and begging Logan to dick her down.

"Get a grip, Sawyer." Logan grumbled to himself as he pulled the car out of the driveway and hurtled past the endless greenery of the Grounds.

That was the best thing about this place- no matter where you went, every route was the scenic route, covered in sprawling trees and streams. Or maybe the second best thing, Logan reflected as he drove past a bungalow where a woman- clad in nothing but a thin bikini- hosed herself down, sunlight dancing across the water dripping off her curves. He had to fight to keep from de-roading himself at that sight.

-X-

"Logan! A word, please?"

Logan sighed with relief before schooling his features into one of regret as he gently extracted himself from Marisol's vice-like grip on his bicep.

"Sorry, Mari. I've already told you... you really don't want me anywhere near anything science-y!" He soothed before scurrying off to Josephine- the one who'd called him- Marisol's weak protests lost in the thrum of students excitedly making their way through the halls.

"Oh you have no idea how thankful I am for the rescue." He grumbled. Jo smiled, throwing her head back with a laugh.

"No worries. Though I do know a way you can thank me." She murmured, leaning back against the wall, causing her chest to swell in a way that sends sparks racing down Logan's spine.

"O-oh? Do tell."

"I'm normally in charge of detention today but Hank said he had something special planned! Could you-" She began.

"Of course." Logan answered. He didn't have much to do after school anyways. Jo broke out into a beautiful smile.

"Oh, thank you so much!" She exclaimed before rushing into her classroom. Logan smiled to himself, his good deed of the day done. He'd have to take this up with McKenna later.

-X-

The rest of the day went off without a hitch, and Logan very quickly found himself acclimating and recognizing various characters in his classroom he took silent note of.

Of course, there were your run-of-the-mill popular kids, the varsity jocks and the cheerleaders caked in makeups with a seemingly never-ending supply of gum. Fortunately, the popular kids here were less insufferable than those Logan had to deal with back home. They seemed to understand they needed a passing grade to play their sport of choice and at least made some effort.

It was also the group Brooklyn appeared to have ingratiated herself into. While Logan didn't have Brooklyn in any of his classes, he saw her hanging out with a few he recognized from his classes at lunch. The 'Queen Bee' was very quickly established as Hailey Hess. She was a minor celebrity due to her comparatively large social media following and was what Ryleigh referred to as the 'school diva.'

Hailey's friend group appeared to be made up of five girls, including Brooklyn and herself, but Logan only taught one other- Maya Woodleigh, Hailey's best friend since primary school and a girl with a similarly large social media following.

The problem was they were just as unsettling as the popular girls back when Logan was a kid. Very few Hollywood portrayals got this idea of a 'it girl' right. It wasn't someone who cemented her status just because she was outrageously pretty but rather a girl who'd carefully curated her character to be somehow 'perfect', the envy of the school. People should feel honored that they were being spoken to. They weren’t the vapid queen bees of his own high school... just curated perfection. Polished smiles, carefully managed drama, and the kind of sweetness that always felt like a setup.

And Logan had to admit, sometimes the faux sweetness got to him, leaving him squirming. Hailey and Maya displayed a strange interest in him specifically, frequenting his desk to ask about his life, and Sarah and more. Logan was careful not to reveal too much, aware Brooklyn was their friend and they must know he was her stepfather.

"Matter of fact, why are they so interested in me?" Logan wondered aloud, once the last class had cleared for the day. Hailey and Maya had spent the majority of the lesson trying to dig out details of his and Sarah's wedding as opposed to doing their pop quiz.

"Hm?" Ryleigh asked, chewing on her pen as she marked her way down a test.

"Hailey and Maya. They keep asking me questions... like they actually want to get to know me?" Logan wondered. Ryleigh chuckled.

"They're trying to suck up to you, to get better grades. Lord knows they need it- Maya just got a thirty-eight percent on this." She laughed. Logan frowned.

"But why... me? I've spoken to Jo about them too but she says they really couldn't give less of a shit in her classes." Logan probed.

"Because they know it doesn't work on Mrs. McGeady. She's a woman of strong moral grounding." Ryleigh answered, picking up another unmarked test from the pile.

"And I'm not?"

"I'm sure you are, Mr. Sawyer." Ryleigh chuckled. "Or maybe you're not. Maybe you will be swayed by Hailey's sugary words and Maya big tits. But that's the point- they don't know you... they're trying to gauge you. It's worked on Mr. McGeady."

Logan frowned. "As in Jo's husband- Hank?"

Ryleigh looked up, peering at him over her horn-rimmed reading glasses.

"You didn't know? It's a pretty well known fact that if you're hot enough you can increase your grade by at least two points if you blow him."

Logan's eyebrows shot up. Is this what McKenna meant?

"Surely its a rumor!" He exclaimed. Ryleigh let out an explosive sigh,

"That's what everyone thought too. It was Maya, actually, who first started doing that. But then word got around faster and mystically girls would have their grades severely inflated over state-mandated test averages in Brad's class after coming to school wearing increasingly shorter and tighter clothing."

Logan stared at her, openmouthed. He pictured Jo’s easy smile from that morning- the way it had reached her eyes for half a second before fading. Now, the thought of Brad’s smug face made his stomach twist.

"But then... why doesn't anyone do something? Report it to Principal Fowler?" Logan asked. Ryleigh sighed again, and Logan began to feel like a toddler, stuck in a world he had no idea about.

"We've had three such scandals in as many years, Logan. Dawson Dam High is on the verge of oblivion. One more... well, everyone loses their jobs. Even if it's the objectively right to do... Principal Fowler knows this, as does everyone else. Nothing will happen."

Logan felt anger burn behind his eyes at the blatant injustice.

"Does... does Jo know?" He asked.

"I'd be surprised if she didn't." Ryleigh murmured, a final nail in the coffin. Logan squirmed uncomfortably as the two lapsed into silence, lost in their own thoughts while marking papers until Ryleigh finished her stack and silently left.