She gives in.

Dallas held her breath as your proclamation sank in. Then she shuddered and, in a little girl's voice, whispered, "Order me."

"Yesssssssss..." the beast triumphed silently in your mind.

Grabbing her top, you slide Dallas off of your lap onto her knees. Looking into her eyes, you saw her fear, desire, and need reflected back at you. Reach out your grasp to her throat, rubbing your thumb still damp with her dew across her lips.

Dallas's eyes were like saucers as she again whispered, "Please, order me." Before drawing your thumb into her mouth before sucking on it. Leaning in, you withdraw your thumb, meeting her tongue with your own as you kiss the teen.

Breaking the kiss, you demand, "You will destroy any condoms and Plan B you have." Reaching up, you grasp her hair in both hands, your eyes boring into hers. "You will always take me raw and will happily take every bit of cum I dump into whatever hole I want." You could see the fire rage in her eyes, and your smile grew savage. Letting her hair go with your right hand, you slide it down her body, palming her smooth belly. "And after you give birth to my bastard, if you're a good girl, I'll fucking do it again."

Dallas whimpers as a shudder works its way through her body. Watching closely, she swallows before her tongue flickers out, wetting her lips.

Finding her voice, Dallas whispers, "Please, Daddy, use me as a cum dump. I need to feel it."

The beast roars, yes, but instead of doing what it wanted, you had to deny it its prize.

"You will feel it, sweet pea. Ill fill you so full of cum you'll be dripping for days." You growl. "Just not now."

"But..." she pleads.

"I said later," you hiss. "Now get dressed."

Cock throbbing in your pants, the beast screamed at you for denying it her tight teen body. Letting her go, you almost sent her crashing to the ground with her legs trapped in her jeans. Reaching out, you grab Dallas by the shoulders, lifting her to her feet.

You could see she was struggling with her denied arousal as she fought to get her jeans back up over her ass. Finally able to move her legs, her body shaking, Dallas spun away from you. Grumbling under her breath, she went back over to her desk and started throwing her books into her backpack.

Getting an idea, you ask, "Dallas, what's your address?"

Dallas looks over at you in a huff, saying, "2216 Moccasin Way."

You stop, recognizing the address; it was like two streets away from you.

"Well, well, well..." you wonder. "Dallas, tonight at midnight you will sneak out and come to 2208 Juniper Street."

"Huh," she looks up.

"Shhhhhhh..." you say. "Any back talk and you'll be making that walk naked."

She meekly nods, murmuring, "2208 Juniper Street, at midnight."

"Good girl, for now detention is over." You tell her.

Dallas's eyes bore into you as she picks up her backpack. Giving you one last pleading look, she clutched her bag to her chest, fleeing the room. As the door closes behind her, you let out a frustrated groan.

"Never again will I take two Viagra at the same time," you proclaim to the empty room. Sitting in your chair, you fight through your body's protests as you pass up fucking Dallas and manage to finish up a couple things before leaving for the day. Picking up your phone, you quickly fire off a text to Krystal and Lili that you are heading to the car.

"Strange," you think to yourself. "They usually meet me in the classroom."

Exiting the room, you lock the door and turn, heading down the hallways. You were approaching the intersection to the main hallway when you heard your niece, sounding very annoyed, exclaim, "Listen, how many times will it take hearing we're not interested to get through your jock brain?"

Slowing down, you approach the intersection and glance into the hallway. About 15 yards away were Krystal and Lili with their backs to what you assume was one of their lockers.

Both the teens looked annoyed and frustrated as they squared off with a young man in the school's wrestling uniform.

"I know you aren't seeing anyone, and a girl as hot as you must have needs, and here I am, the best fuck on campus," the young man bragged.

"Really, Nathan? I heard you were an egomaniac but the best cock on the campus. Pleasssseeeee..." Lili snorted in derision.

The teen sneered at her, saying, "What would you know about cocks, Lili? You got fucked by little Trey. Why don't you be a good gook and bend over, and I'll show you what a real dick feels like?"

"How dare... I didn't..." Lili hissed as she started to vibrate in anger.

Deciding to intervene, you stride up behind the young man. Krystal looked up, seeing you causing her eyes to light up.

"Uncle..." she chirped in relief as you reached out, putting your hand on the young man's shoulder.

"What the F..." he demanded as he turned around and saw you. Taking in your countenance, which resembled the hurricane the school was known for. You saw his eyes widen in the realization that he'd fucked up.

Your tone was ominous, like the quiet before a storm, as you demanded, "What is your name, young man?"

"Nn Na Nathan Turnbull, sir." He sputtered.

Flashing a lethal smile, you growl, "My niece told you no, Nathan." Your face darkened even further, and then you called her friend a... gook."

"Sorry..." he squeaked.

Not taking your eyes from him, you ask, "Lili... does Mr. Turnball sound sorry?"

Lili, still shaking with rage, gleefully replied, "No, Mr. Clarkson, Nathan has been harassing us since last week despite being told no more than a dozen times."

"I... think I'll just leave." He sputters as he tries backing away from you.

Feeling more than a little demonic, you flash the teen a smile that was anything but friendly. "No, I don't think so. I think you're going to accompany me to the office."

Internally you were gloating as you watched the anger and resignation take hold of the young man. Motioning for him to proceed to you. Nathan turns, giving Krystal a chance to stick her tongue out at the young man. The three of you follow him down the hallway heading to the office.

Coming to the school's entryway, you speak up: "Don't think about running, young man; it will only get worse for you."

He stutter-steps, and you hear him mumble, "I wasn't..." before he reluctantly opens the door to the office.

Entering, you saw that Alice was still at her desk. A couple students were sitting down on chairs, and you saw that Principal Smalley's office door was open. Through the open door you saw Coach Reese was hunched over her desk speaking to her. You couldn't hear what he was saying, but the coach was very animated and looked like he just sucked down a gallon of lemon juice.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Clarkson?" Alice asked, getting your attention.

Turning to the secretary, you said, "If possible, we need a minute of Barbara's or the dean's time."

Before she could reply, you all clearly hear Reese snarl, "Fine. If that's how it's going to be, I'm fucking done." Before storming out of her office.

He stops when Nathan pops up with, "Hey, Coach, can you help..."

Reese slows, saying, "What do you need, Nathan?" before noticing you standing there. The coach was already angry, but upon spying you, his visage turned murderous. You flash the man a grin that you knew would further infuriate him.

"Hope the team's ready for Friday. It would really suck if we lost two weeks in a row because they weren't able to focus." You blithely inform him.

You could see the man start grinding his teeth as he bit out, "Don't worry, we'll be ready." Then he glanced at Nathan, asking, "What are you doing with Nathan?"

You look at the teen before calmly replying, "I caught him harassing my niece and her friend and using racial slurs."

Glancing down, you saw Reese's hands ball into fists, his knuckles whitening.

"Nathan, how can you be so..." the coach grated out before being interrupted.

"Mr. Clarkson, what brings you by the office this afternoon?" She asked, coming out of her office.

Looking past Reese, you tell her, "I came across this student harassing my niece and her friend. After they told him they didn't want to go out with him, he called Lili a racial slur and told her to bend over to be fucked by a real cock."

Nathan quailed as Barbara gave him the once-over. "Really," she murmured before saying, "Alice, please take Krystal and Lily's statements." She then pointed at her open door. "Take a seat, young man." Dragging his feet, Nathan nodded, heading for the office. Barbara then stared at Coach Reese, who was still there, saying, "You're not needed."

The man actually growled as he started to brush past you. "Oh, Reese," you said, causing the man to stop once more, biting out, "What?"

Leaning in close, you gleefully whisper, "I had Dallas Cabera for detention today." His eyes go flat as you continue, "We had an enlightening conversation about homecoming. Just wanted to let you know."

"She's a known liar," he growls, going pale. Not waiting any more; those men brush past you exiting the office.

Waiting till the door closed behind him, Barbara asked, "What is his problem with you, Jason? He was just in my office demanding that I remove you from leading the cheer squad, or he was leaving at the end of the year."

You decide not to say anything about him and Dallas. Instead, you elect to tell her about your first confrontation with him after last week's practice.

Barbara looked aghast as you finished with him blaming you for last week's loss.

"He wanted you to..." she growled.

"Yup," you nod. "He wanted me to somehow **** my cheerleaders to start dating his players so they could focus on the game."

Barbara shakes her head as she halfway turns away from you. She starts mumbling under her breath for a moment before snorting angrily.

"It's the fucking superintendent all over again." She griped.

You sigh, "What can you do? I had told him no, but apparently..."

Barbara's head snaps up. "Don't worry about it; I have your back," she fiercely growled.

"Whoa," you say, while holding up your hands, palms out.

She shakes her head, chuckling, telling you, "Don't worry. That man has done nothing but get more arrogant with every year. I'm going to enjoy this."

Just then Krystal and Lili finished up with their statements. Barbara thanked them, taking them from the girl. She looked them over and shook her head.

"Have a good evening," she says before heading into her office. "So Mr. Turnball, let's have a conversation about your choice of words..." was the last thing you heard as she closed the door.

"Let's go home," you tell the girls.

Side by side the three of you amble out to your car to go home. Walking across the parking lot, you were only partially listening to the girls as your mind turned to fantasies about later tonight. You were on autopilot when you heard Krystal gasp before crying in surprise, "Oh my god!"

Shaking yourself, you stop looking at your driver-side door.

THIS IS NOT OVER. had been gouged on it with a key.

Pulling out your phone, you snap a picture of it.

"Sweetheart, could you head back to the office and see if Alice could rustle me up a school resource officer, pretty please?"

As the girls ran back to the office, you wondered. Was it Coach Reese that did this or Mr. Lee?