At school

Regina pulled up to the front of the school and put the car in park.

“Alright, delinquents. Out.”

Lily grabbed her bag and opened the passenger door. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Jack said, climbing out of the back.

Regina gave them both a look that started to sharpen for half a second, then she suddenly burst out laughing again, one hand coming up to cover her mouth as her chest bounced under the hoodie.

“God, sorry,” she said between laughs. “I have no idea what’s wrong with me this morning. Go on, get to class.”

Jack smirked and shut the door. He watched her pull away, still chuckling to herself, before turning toward the building with Lily.

The two of them walked in relative silence for a few seconds. The front hallway was already filling up with the usual morning noise lockers slamming, people talking too loud, the smell of floor cleaner and cheap body spray.

Lily glanced at him. “Aunt Regina was being weird.”

“She’s always weird.”

“Weirder than usual.”

Jack just shrugged and kept walking. He could still taste the milk on his tongue. The high from using his power on her hadn’t faded at all. If anything, it had gotten stronger. He had made his own aunt laugh on command while he came on her tits. The fact that she would now do it every single time she got suspicious made the whole thing even better.

They split up near the main intersection of hallways. Lily headed left toward her first class. Jack went right.

He was halfway to his locker when he spotted her.

Ms. Harlow, the English teacher. Early thirties, blonde hair usually in a loose ponytail, the kind of figure that made half the guys in class pay more attention than they should. Today she was wearing a soft sweater that clung to her chest and a pencil skirt that stopped just above the knee. She was standing by the water fountain talking to another teacher, smiling at something.

Jack slowed down.

He had been thinking about her since the first week of school. Now he didn’t have to just think.

He waited until the other teacher walked away, then moved in.

“Ms. Harlow.”

She turned, still smiling. “Morning, Jack. Ready for the quiz today?”

“Yeah.” He kept his voice casual. “Hey, can you come with me for a second? I need to show you something real quick.”

She raised an eyebrow, but the command underneath did its work.

“Sure.”

Jack led her down a side hallway that cut toward the older part of the building, where the classrooms were still dark and the lockers were half-empty this early. He found an unlocked storage closet near the end, opened it, and gestured her inside.

The second the door shut behind them, he spoke again.

“Lock the door.”

Ms. Harlow locked it.

Jack leaned against a shelf and looked her over, already grinning.

“Okay. First, do a little spin for me.”

She turned in a slow circle.

“Now hop on one foot.”

She started hopping on one foot, still looking completely normal about it.

Jack laughed under his breath. “Cluck like a chicken while you do it.”

Ms. Harlow immediately started making quiet clucking noises as she hopped. The sight of his put-together English teacher in a pencil skirt hopping around a storage closet clucking was almost enough to make him lose it right there.

“Alright, stop. Stand normal.”

She stopped.

“Take your sweater off.”

Ms. Harlow pulled the sweater up over her head and dropped it on a nearby shelf. Underneath she was wearing a simple light-blue bra that pushed her tits up into a soft, full shape. Jack stared for a second, then kept going.

“Bra too.”

She reached back, unhooked it, and let it fall. Her breasts settled naturally, pink nipples already tight in the cooler air of the closet. Jack stepped in close and cupped them both, thumbs brushing over the nipples while she stood there calmly.

“These are really nice,” he said. “Squeeze them for me. Like you’re showing them off.”

Ms. Harlow cupped her own tits and squeezed, lifting them slightly. Jack watched for a while, then reached down and adjusted himself through his jeans.

“Skirt up. Panties down around your ankles.”

She hiked the pencil skirt up around her waist and pushed her panties down until they sat around her ankles. Jack walked a slow circle around her, looking at everything.

“Bend over and grab your ankles.”

Ms. Harlow folded forward and wrapped her hands around her ankles, ass up, pussy on full display. Jack gave one cheek a light slap just to watch it move, then another.

“Stay like that and tell me you’re a dumb slut.”

“I’m a dumb slut,” she said, voice completely even.

Jack snorted. He was fully hard now. He shoved his pants down, stroked himself a few times while staring at her, then stepped in and rubbed the head of his cock along her pussy without pushing in.

“You want it?”

“Yes.”

“Say please. Beg for it.”

“Please. I want it. Please fuck me.”

He finally pushed into her and started thrusting, hands on her hips, watching her stay bent over and obedient. He didn’t last long, the combination of the power, the ridiculous commands, and the fact that this was his actual teacher was too much. He came inside her with a low groan, holding her hips tight until he finished.

For a few seconds he just stayed there, breathing hard.

Then he pulled out and fixed his clothes.

“Stand up. Get dressed. Forget everything that just happened in here. Go back to whatever you were doing like nothing unusual occurred. If anyone asks where you were, you were in the bathroom.”

Ms. Harlow calmly put her bra and sweater back on, fixed her skirt and panties, and stepped out of the closet like she had only stepped in to grab something. Jack waited a few seconds, then followed her out into the hallway.

She was already walking back toward the main corridor, expression completely normal.

Jack leaned against the lockers for a moment, still buzzing, and let out a quiet laugh.

School had just gotten a lot more interesting.