About the same

After exiting your classroom, you turned left and walked into the main hallway. Glancing around, you saw two students, male and female, by an open locker. Judging their body language, you guessed they were boyfriend and girlfriend enjoying some time together during lunch.

You passed the library and were just passing the restroom for your wing when Principal Smalley came walking out of the girls' restroom.

"Ahhh, Mr. Clarkson, a moment, please." She called out upon spying on you.

Coming to a stop, you look over at Barbara, a smile coming to your lips. "And what can I do for you, principal?"

Coming up to you, she quietly asked. "How's your day going?"

You shrug and sigh, saying. "It is what it is. Having my lesson constantly being disrupted is bad enough, but last period two students didn't show, and one did five minutes before the bell, reeking of cigarettes."

You could see the sympathy in her eyes, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. Reaching out, she put her hand on your arm, telling you. "I'm really sorry about this. You know that, right?"

She looks relieved at your silent nod. You knew she wasn't any happier about this. She smiled, saying, "I'm glad; if you have any more issues today, send them to me, and I'll deal with them."

"Oh, I will," you promise.

You and Barabara then go your separate ways. She goes to her office, and you go to the teachers' lounge.

Opening the door, you walk inside and see a dozen colleagues inside. Fortunately Reese was nowhere to be seen, but one of his buddies, Ted Lasko, was. Opening the fridge, you open it up and grab your lunch. Then, as per habit, you stop at the vending machine and buy a coke.

Eating your lunch, you ignore the Laskos smirk and snickers. You really needed evidence on Reese and not evidence that could send questions your way. The man wasn't married; it makes sense that any evidence of his shenanigans would be in his home. In the back of your mind was a desire to do SOMETHING, but until Jennifer got his address, all you could do was stew.

A tiny smile spreads across your lips. But after she does a little breaking and entering. You stop eating and remember back to when you and Curtis had broken into the old Holdman place on a dare. You were 13 at the time. Of course it turned out the house wasn't full of bodies.

Your ruminations are interrupted when someone runs into you from behind. "What the..." you yelp, then you see Ted Lasko out of the corner of your eye as he leaves the lounge.

You look at your fellow teachers, who as a group just turn back to their meals. Grabbing your coke, you finish it and crush the can. "How many," you think to yourself. "How many others has he gotten to?"

Finishing the lunch Sunyi had made you. You toss the refuse and leave the lounge resigned to the cluster fuck 5th and 6th periods were going to be.

Walking back to your classroom, the hallways were a lot more crowded, as students were now finishing lunch and going to their lockers. For 4th period, you were losing 10 students. Feeling the urge, you stop by the bathroom to pee. Unzipping your fly, you were doing your business when, from a closed stall, you heard.

Shhkkkkk, shkkkkkkk,

You sigh and call out. "That better not be a lighter, I'm hearing."

You hear someone jerk and cough and Thwak as they accidentally hit the stall wall. "It's not a lighter," exclaims the person in the stall.

You shake once, then hit the water on the urinal. "Really, it's not a lighter..."

"No sir, it's not," exclaims the unseen person.

You zip up your pants and head over to the sink. You put some soap on your hands as you turn on the water. Taking your time, say, "What's going to happen is I'm going to leave and stand by the door. If you're not 30 seconds behind me, then we're going to the dean."

You hear a groan followed by a sullen. "What the fuck, mannnnnn?"

Turning off the sink, you snag a paper towel and dry your hands. Balling it up, you toss it in the garbage and call out. "Your 30 seconds starts now."

Walking out into the hallway, you hear a sullen "FINE!"

30 seconds later a young man wearing a letterman's jacket... for football comes out of the bathroom.

You lazily watch him storm down the hallway before heading to your classroom. Arriving at your classroom, there were a dozen students already waiting for you. Two of the young ladies you didn't recognize.

"Transferring in?" You asked while unlocking the door. They both nodded and preceded you inside after you opened the door.

Sitting down, you put your phone into its drawer and quickly signed out 3 of the 10 students you were losing. Wishing them well, you took the paper from the first girl and read the name.

"Eowyn Murphy..." you look up at her and guess. "Lord of the Rings fan."

You could see she's been asked this question thousands of times. "My parents," she replied with a sigh.

You glance at her figure. Eowyn was a lovely girl with dishwater blond hair and hazel eyes.

"Take a seat," you tell her, and she sits down up front.

The next girl steps up and hands you her paperwork. Where Eowyn was lovely, this teen was well lush. Looking at the paperwork, you see her name was Gabrielle Vazques.

While you were signing her in, several other students entered the classroom, including Dallas. Upon seeing her, she gasped, saying. "Gabby?"

Gabrielle turned around and self-consciously replied. "Hey Dallas."

Dallas had told you about her group of friends who had been pimped out by Andy Reese last year. Dallas and Gabby were the only two that hadn't dropped out.

You nod and smile, saying, "Welcome to my class, Gabrielle. Take a seat."

She shouldered her bag and turned around. As she did, you looked at Dallas and silently worded. "Is she?"

Dallas glanced away and gave you a tiny nod.

Sitting back in your chair, you could only wonder. "What are the odds..." you think to yourself.

By the time the bell rang to start 5th period, all 10 students who had been transferred out were on their way. Of the 10 you were receiving, five more showed up right after Gabrielle.

Neither of the girls caught your eye; Karen Tyler was, well, fat. The other girl was a cute, light-skinned Black girl; she was 17, and well, that was one of the few lines you refused to cross.

The three boys you quickly signed in then it was time for the role. After role call, you launched into your lesson. Sure enough, your final three students rolled in over a 10-minute time span, interrupting your teaching.

After signing them in, you actually made it through the rest of class without screaming.

Ding, Ding, Ding

Rang the bell, ending 5th period, and your students started getting up. As they all started filing out, Clara, one of your students, and also consequently the girl you watched turn her ex-boyfriend into a soprano, approached you.

"Ummnnnn, can I talk to you for a moment, Mr. Clarkson?" she asked. You didn't know her well, but she was fidgeting and chewing on her lower lip. She was nervous about something.

"Sure, I got a minute," you reply reassuringly.

Leaning closer, her voice dips down. She obviously didn't want what she was about to say to carry to other ears. "Thank you for stopping... for handling Toby."

You smile, replying, "I didn't do much, and you handled Toby quite well."

She blushed and nervously nibbled on her lower lip. She was acting like a doe alert for the slightest thing. She seemed to freeze for a moment as if wrestling with something.

Then in a tiny voice she asked. "Do you remember what happened after?"

Yes, you did. You remembered showing her your raging erection, and you remembered the look in her eyes. The look that said she wanted to suck it.

You nod, murmuring. "I remember it... very well indeed."

Her eyes widen as she blurts out. "Can I see it again?" She flinches, covering her mouth. Then just as quickly whispers. "I-I-I mean not rrriigghhht now, but can I see it again?"

You groan; that whispered entreaty was like miracle grow for your dick. It was the last thing you needed right now, but your cock didn't care as it thickened in your pants.

Finding your voice, you say, "Yes, you can, after school."

Just then the door flew open, causing her to almost jump. Nodding, she panted out, "I'll see you," as she hurried out of the classroom.

For 6th period you only had 6 students transferring, but you also had one new student, for a total of 7.

You signed out the 6 students you were losing and mentally braced yourself for constantly getting interrupted. Your first new student walked in just after Bailey. Who today was wearing a fetching pitch-black skirt and pumps, with a solid white button-down shirt and a black choker. Her hair was done up in pigtails.

You were mentally starting to drool when Robyn Oldes sat her things on a desk and brought her transfer paperwork to you. As you signed her in, you found it ironic that the girl who came out of Jennifer's deck house with Claras's boyfriend was now in front of you right after she was asking to see you dick. The universe was not without a sense of humor.

Your next new student. Were you your actual new student and not a transfer from another class? The bell had just rung when she arrived, and you almost swallowed your tongue.

"What are the odds?" Your mind once again babbled. That blond hair and blue eyes were the same. The same eyes that burned as she held Bailey down as your prick spewed white lava.

The teen was almost to your desk when she froze. Her eyes became saucers and she went pale as she recognized you. She then blinked, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Bailey apparently also recognized the girl, and instead a mischievous smile spread upon her lips. "Mr. Clarkson," Bailey purred. "Have you seen any good movies lately? I hear that the new Beetlejuice flick is great."

The blonde's head whips around, and she makes a choking sound when she sees Bailey. Bailey, for her part, licks her ruby red lips and gives a slight wave.

You could see the urge to flee was building in her. So you casually call out. "Welcome to my U.S. History class Missssss..."

Her head swung back to you, and she hesitantly replied. "Mm-McGlinn, I'm Heather McGlinn."

You motion her forward, saying. "Let's get you signed in, Heather. I hope you enjoy my class, Miss McGlinn. I'm sure we'll learn about each other over the years."

Her hand was shaking as she handed you her paperwork. As you signed it, Bailey had slipped out of her seat and approached your desk. Stepping up beside Heather, Bailey lightly grasped her wrist, saying. "Hi there, Heather. Why don't you sit next to me?"

Heather, for her part, looked like a deer caught in headlights. But she said nothing as Bailey led her over to a desk and sat her down. You were left wondering if God, the devil, or both were fucking with you. Thankfully there were no further landmines in with the remaining transfers.

Julie Iang was a 5'8" brunette. She had a mixture of Black, Asian, and Caucasian features that blended together beautifully.

Beth Hardy, on the other hand, was a blue-eyed blond. Whose Nordic features screamed Aryan goddess. Both teens took their place at their new desks.

The remaining three boys you were glad to see weren't going to discipline problems. All three of them arrived within 5 minutes of the bell. Billly Blaine was a pitcher on the school's baseball team. Henry Hue and Ted Kawalski both screamed, regular guys.

With everyone signed in and seated, you started your lesson plan. Even though you now weren't constantly being interrupted anymore. Mentally you were off the whole class.

Every time you scanned the classroom, your eyes were drawn to Bailey and Heather sitting next to each other. A chance encounter in a darkened theater had come back to roost. What made everything worse was your students weren't stupid. They saw where your attention was centered, and you saw more than a few grins and whispered conversations as they elbowed each other.

Near the end of class you saw Bailey write something down on a scrap of paper and slide it to Heather. Heather looked at it, then her eyes slid to you, then back to the paper. The teen blushed as she stuck the piece of paper into her pocket.

Thankfully you made it through your lecture without coming unglued. "Okay class, please read pages 125 through 140," you announced as the final bell rang.

Ding, Ding, Ding

Collapsing into your chair, you watched as your class began gathering up their things. Most of your students couldn't wait to get out of here as they rapidly gathered their things and broke for the door.

Several of the girls, though, were all looking at Bailey and Heather sitting next to each other. The worst was Robyn Oldes, who looked at the pair and then at you. Jennifer had told you that the team all thought you were fucking her, and you swear you could see the gears start turning in the girl's head.

"Who cares what she thinks," rumbled the beast. "She'll be taking your cock soon enough."

"I wouldn't be so sure," you think to yourself. While she did have the reputation as the team slut, that didn't mean she would fall in with Jennifer's plans. Nor keep her mouth shut.

"I can't do this today; my mom is picking me up." Heather suddenly yelped. Turning your attention to the pair, you saw her stand up and start gathering her books. Bailey, for her part, let her go and purred. "Tommorow then?"

Heather froze, and her eyes suddenly met yours before nodding. Robyn, who'd been watching, suddenly smirked. It was the look of a detective that had just had a hunch confirmed.

Your stomach flip flopped as Heather quickly fled the classroom. Robyn, who, even though she was one of your cheerleaders, had maybe exchanged a dozen words with you in the last month. She got up and called out, "See you tomorrow at practice, Mr. C."

You watched as the teen slinked her way out of your classroom. "She knows," you think to yourself.

Soon it was just you and Bailey in the classroom. You watch as she leisurely gets up. Taking her time, she starts to move towards your desk.

"That was sure a surprise, Daddy," she purrs, reaching for your desk. Bailey then rounds your desk before leaning back against it. Your hand moved of its own accord and grabbed her inner light right above the knee. Bailey hums in approval as her smile widens.

"What did you give her?" you ask, your throat suddenly dry.

"Well..." she purrs as her right hand drifts up and flicks open the top button on her shirt. "I wrote down my number, saying if she wants more, like the theater, to call me."

"What if she doesn't call?" You groan as your cock starts to harden.

Bailey flashes you a tooth-filled grin, and her left hand reaches down, covering yours. "She'll call," Bailey purred as she started drawing your hand up her inner thigh. "Heather's inner whore is just begging to be unleashed."

Bailey let your hand go at the hem of her skirt. Her eyes were hot as she leaned back and silently dared you to go further. Bailey shuddered, a tiny moan slipping from her as your hand slipped under her skirt.

First one inch, then another. Your hand moving closer to her pussy. "Do it, Daddy; your whores' pussy is so hungry," she purrs.

One more inch and you'd be there. Bailey sucks in a breath...

Then the classroom door opens.