Set up a meeting

After graduation, you lived on the dark web, studying and learning. You learned how to be a hacker, and used your knowledge to hack Cruz's work computer. With the knowledge from her computer, you found her personal cell phone number and used that to hack her phone. To your delight, you found out she was sleeping with the husband of the PTA president. You got a hard-on just thinking about what Cruz would do to keep this info from going public. You found some sexy photos she sent him.

You make an appointment with Ms. Cruz under the pretense you came into a large amount of money and want to make a donation, and since you had her as a teacher, you felt more comfortable talking to her than the head principal.

You meet with Ms. Cruz. She is wearing a pink blouse, showing a hint of cleavage, and a form fitting knee-length gray skirt.

"So, Mr. Drummond," she says as she takes a seat at her desk. "I understand I taught you?"

You are not happy she does not even remember you though it has not been that long. "Yes, but that's not important." You pull out manilla folder from your backpack. You wave it in front of you. Inside were print outs of the texts she had shared with Mr. Thomason, the husband of the PTA president and the photos she sent him. "You should see these." You drop the folder on her desk.

Ms. Cruz sighs. She is not happy you dropped the folder on her desk instead of handing it to her. She picks it up and opens it. The color drains from her face, and her mouth opens slightly and fear appears in her eyes. She flips through the contents of the folder then closes it and puts it on her desk. She swallows hard and looks up at you. "What do you want?" she asks quietly.

"For starters, you can give me your bra and panties...right now," you say with an evil grin.

Cruz reaches up and grasps her shirt. Her hand is trembling. "Really, what do you want?"

"I...want...your...bra...and...your...panties...right...now." You put your hands behind your head. "That or I send Mrs. Thomason...."

"OK!" She slowly unbuttons her blouse. When her blouse is unbuttoned, she turns her back to you in order to take it off."

"No, face me while you do it."

She does not make eye contact as she takes off her blouse and lays it on her desk. As quickly as she can, she takes off her bra, trying to cover her breasts as much as possible. With the bra off, she quickly puts her blouse back on. She then stands up and reaches under her skirt. She slides down her lacy white panties and puts them on her desk on top of her bra. She sits back down and puts her head in her hands.

You reach up and and take her underwear and put the bra and panties in your backpack. "That'll do for now," you say. "Tomorrow morning, you will put on a pair of silk pink panties and matching bra. If you don't have any, you will buy some after school today. You will send me a photo of you wearing them. I'll text you tonight."

You stand up and sling your backpack over your shoulder. "By the way, get used to this." You love the look of fear and defeat on her face. You turn to leave.