The cheer coach

You have a relaxing morning with Miko in tow. Following your night together you thought things might get awkward between you two when you woke up and she resumed her maid duties. However, while she did resume her duties as a maid (dressing you and general cleaning was the first task of the morning) she actually got back into her role as your friend/lover. She would chat casually with you about whatever topics you both wanted to talk about while doing her best to serve you. You had to admit the dissonance between your friend Miko, your lover Miko, and your maid Miko all colliding into these moments with you has been a delight and also kind of a turn because Miko is apparently quite a tease when she gets flirty.

The time you share at your place sadly comes to an end as you must make your way to school. However, the good news is your information to the school that you had claimed Miko as your maid and that she would need her schedule restructured to match yours went as you'd hoped and now your first partner can accompany you always. For Miko's part she is thrilled to be able to serve you even during class and won't have to part with you during classes like she did yesterday. Despite your recognized ownership of Miko as your maid you still notice the gaze of disgust from the other students around you and even from some of the teachers. This is to be expected as they know the reputation I was branded with and would probably assume I used her being my maid as a way to **** her into my bed. You have a feeling Miko wants to shout out that it was the other way around, but thankfully she doesn't as that would create more problems than you need at the moment. However, since your name is on her no one questions it beyond the disapproving stares.

Other than the few disagreeable looks you've been getting your day passes without incident. However, the class you've been waiting for is coming up, gym class. Usually you'd hate gym class, physical fitness was never your forte, and your hand-eye coordination left something to be desired when it came to sports. However, your first mark is also your teacher for this class, Miss. Jillian Reed. Miss. Reed is a drop dead gorgeous 24 year old gym teacher at your school that every straight male and gay lady have lusted after since she started two years ago as a physical fitness assistant out of college. She stands at a size of 5' 9" and has raven black hair in a pixie cut that complements her sporty tomboyish personality. Speaking of her sporty body it is incredibly toned with the faintest hint of her musculature showing on her blemish-less skin, she even has a bit of abs that are so tantalizingly sexy on her it's insane. She has the perkiest c-cup breasts you could imagine and a toned yet still squeezable ass on her svelte bod. She is the friendliest person you could met at first, then you get to her classes. Her bubbly vivacious attitude is great until you start to slack in her class (or she thinks your slaking) if you aren't as sporty or into physical fitness as she is she'll rail on you all class as hard as she can. Several student throw up or faint after her class and she is knows as the tyrant by several of the more frail students in the class.

However, she loves those who can keep up with her pep which made her the perfect replacement coach for the cheer squad, and boy did she take to them. Her youthful peppiness gelled perfectly with the squad and she soon had an older sister vibe going with the squad, so you knew what that meant after Vivian pulled her little stunt and made you public enemy number one. That's right, Miss. Reed tortured you every single class she hated you to her core and would make you do twice as much as the rest of the class while doing everything in her power to give you half the grade. Of course your rightful indignation made you stubbornly keep her pace to keep your grade and not let her mark you further in the eyes of her peers so you actually did tone up a bit over the last year, but that still doesn't excuse her behavior.

Of course the only thing she cared about more than her cheer girls is her religion. Miss. Reed has been a devout Christian since her childhood. The daughter of two devout Christians, the woman had two choices fall in line with her parents strict religious life style or rebel, and rebel she did. **** and **** plagued the rebellious youth throughout high school and into college. It ruined her chances of getting a sports scholarship in high school and she only attended college because her parents were too ashamed to keep her around so they pulled some strings as partners of the church to get her admitted. Still she rebelled, until a fateful night Sophomore year after a rager at her sorority where she took an inane amount of cocaine and vodka and decided to drive home. In her state she never was aware of what exactly happened except the headlights of a semi truck glaring straight at her and then she woke up in a hospital room with her mother crying over her. She found out latter that in her stupor she did indeed collide head on with a semi, however, she miraculously survived with just a broken arm and a couple of cracked ribs. The pictures she saw latter horrified her due to how severe the carnage that used to be her car was, she was truly lucky to be alive. After she recovered and was discharged she told her parents that as she recovered in the hospital she spoke to Jesus and repented for her sins, her parents where moved by her words and forgave her for her mistakes and welcomed her back. After that incident she devoted herself wholly to the church and if it wasn't for her regrettable past she very well have might have become a nun. However, she took pleasure in turning her life around and becoming fit and healthy again, finding joy in physical activity that she lost passion for after she took to the hard stuff. Of course like so many others this left her with a bit of a holier than thou personality and would look down upon everyone that didn't conform to her churches ideals.

Thanks to her passion for her cheer team and her religious beliefs she especially hated you and if you thought you could get anywhere near her with out a very public lecture ensuing you had another thing coming, so you and Miko got to work on your plan.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"Come in" said Miss. Reed in a loud but sweet tone. Miko stepped into her office with tears in her eyes. Her eyes were puffy and red she had clearly been crying for a while.

*Gasp* "Miko sweetie what's wrong? Please, sit down. This is a safe space, tell me what happened okay.

"O..o..okay" Miko barly got out between gasps and snivels, here whole body from head to toe was shivering.

"It's De.. It's Derren, I did some bad things and now, he's, he's..."

"It's okay dear say what you need to say, it alright honey." Miss. Reed was crouched next to Miko at this point and slowly stroking her shoulder to comfort her. Miko for her part was trembling, distant, and visibly sunk into herself with her body language, clearly a troubled girl.

"Look I did some dumb things, I'm not proud of it but I was stupid and I pry to god everyday for forgiveness." Miko pulls a small cross necklace out from her pocket, that is much like the one Jillian is wearing around her neck, and clenched it in her hand while holding it to her heart.

"I don't know how but Derren found out about it and blackmailed me! He's forcing me to be his maid, and well..."

"He's taking advantage of you isn't he?" Miss. Reed says in her softest and most comforting voice, Miko just nods and frowns. Miss. Reed pull Miko into a tight hug.

"It's okay sweetie, it'll all be okay we'll get you through this by the grace of god."

"I know I'll be okay, thank you. Because I have my master."

*Bang* a loud crash echos in the empty office secluded from the rest of the school near the now abandoned locker rooms. Miko was opening the door for you standing proud as she stands over the now **** body of Miss. Reed. The rock Miko had hidden sewed into her maid outfit that she used to knock her out was discarded next to the mildly bludgeoned gym teacher.

"Wow, looks like this went off without a hitch! I didn't know you could cry so well on demand."

"Thank you, Goshujin-sama, but I think the bottle of lemon juice in my locker played apart in my crocodile tears. Please try to not make me cry for you again, it hurts."

"Sorry about that but your sacrifice won't be in vain. Miko?"

"Yes, here you are Goshujin-sama" Miko withdraws a simple pen from her uniforms front pocket and places it gently in your hand.

"What're you gonna write on this bitch?" Miko asks, the dissonance between the questioned asked and the cutie in the maid outfit with a chipper smile who said it was not lost on you but you had the rest of your lives to fool around it was time to start your plans.

"Well you see..."

Authors note: This was going to be a much longer chapter but decided to split it in case someone wanted to branch from here and do their own thing.