I get John to Rat on Me

I met John after the school day ended at our lockers.

“Hey, thanks man for taking the fall back there,” John said piling books into his locker and taking out his backpack. “Did Leigh go easy on you?”

“It’s weird, but she told me my punishment was to fuck her,” I said smiling, “Look, I haven’t talked to anyone about this yet, but our teachers in this school keep on punishing me by making me do sexual favors to them.”

“That’s normal, isn’t it?” John said. He didn’t look the least bit surprised at this. “A fucking? Just one? Like just her pussy? Man, you got off easy.”

“Does it ever happen to you? Or to me before?” I asked.

John looked at me funny like I was sick. “What? It always happens to you. It happened since you turned 18. The teacher just kept fucking or blowing you to keep you in line. Most of the time it worked. Recently though in class, you keep acting up for some reason.”

“What about you or any other guys?” I asked. “Don’t you guys ever get punished like that? I mean like sexually?”

John laughed like I said something stupid. “Are you stupid? This isn’t some porn, dude. Why would my teacher want to fuck me after I’ve been bad dude?”

More laughing from John. It didn’t make any sense. John seemed to react entirely like it was normal for me to get my dick sucked if I got punished, but when I asked him the same about other men, it just seemed like the nonsense it was. I ignored John’s laughing and was distracted by the sight of Molly, the police officer. Molly was talking to some female students while she was on patrol after class. Molly was the security guard and patrolling officer of our school. She was a nubile young cadet fresh from the police academy willing to prove she had what it takes. Or so I presumed all in my head. She had probably grown resentful of her posting here and was very overzealous with her duties here, constantly checking bags and lockers, chasing every shadow that came up. I didn’t care about all that, but Molly was in simple terms, super hot. She had mocha color skin and let her dark hair hang loose. Officer Molly left two of her collar buttons unbuttoned and wore a tight-fitting uniform, which I suspected was tailored. She was lithe and sensual at times but at others stern and uptight. She still looked like she took great effort in her appearance despite being a police officer who wanted to be taken seriously and was probably hit on constantly.

“John, can you do me a favor?” I asked.

John still smiling. “Ya, what’s up buddy.”

“Can you go to Officer Molly and tell her that you are concerned about me? Like you think I’m a danger to the school?” I said.

John looked at me funny. “What? Why?”

“Just I’d like to talk to her and get alone and if Molly punishes me… I might be able to fuck her,” It all sounded like nonsense, but I said it.

“Why would you want to get punished like that?” John asked. Why would he a man logically think that I would not want to get punished like that? It all made little sense.

“Just do it, and I’ll give you a refill on my pills. Say I’m like messed up and I’ve been listening to Linkin Park and stuff. Say you think I have a gun and might use it. I’ll be by the bleachers.” I said.

I still hesitated. There’s still a part of me that worried a bunch of SWAT officers would surround the school after John did this and then shoot me in the back of the head before I had time to exonerate myself.

John raised his brows. “All right, I’ll do it. 10 pills. But don’t come crying to me if Molly makes you assfuck her.”

I might be crying if that happens, tears of joy probably.

“I won’t,” I said.

John still looked at me measuringly, like I was missing a few screws. He sighed and went towards Officer Molly. I left to make my way to the bleachers awaiting Officer Molly’s course of action.