Try your best to play things off

Well getting out of this room should be your first priority, so you grab April’s damaged phone and place it into your skirt pocket after getting dressed. You then straighten out any wrinkles and make sure everything has been buttoned to not draw any undue attention before you leave. However, just before you do, you notice a phone on the table, you’ve seen it’s model dozens of times. It's the same phone every teacher has on their desk.

Hmmm. I wonder if I can call maintenance from here? They might have some idea where I can get my phone fixed. You pick up the phone and using the key taped to the side of the receiver you dial maintenance. Luckily someone picks up rather quickly,

“Hello this is Mark from maintenance, who am I speaking with?”

“Ms. April Moore, I’m the drama teacher.”

“How may I help you Ms. Moore?”

“Yes, well you see I’m a bit of a klutz and I accidentally dropped my phone and broke the screen. I was wondering if you could direct me to the nearest repair shop so I can get it fixed.”

“Ma’am were incredibly busy and don’t really have time take requests like-”

“Oh come on, help a girl out! You can’t just do one quick google search?”

The maintenance man sighed, “-no. Here just give me a second.”

She heard some clacking on the other end and he said, “Blake’s repair shop is just three miles from the school. Just-.” He outlined a series of instructions and you committed them to memory.

“Okay, thank you. You were very helpful.” You hung up the phone and with that information in tow, you left the room stumbling your way out as your legs still feel like jelly after that powerful orgasm and your ability to walk in heels leaves something to be desired.

Immediately a student comes into vision as you take a few steps outward. He has a very surprised look on his face and it dawns on you that he may have seen your little performance in the stock room. Approaching this situation with caution, you ask, “Oh. Do you need something, young man?” Playing it off like you had just come back from some diligent work.

“I was just coming to see where you were. Everyone’s been waiting for you to come back to finish up this Drama club meeting but you disappeared.”

“Right. Yes, I was dropping something off in the storeroom when I had to take a call. We can head back now and wrap up.” Perfect, your cover story was practically just handed to you.

“Well okay. I’ll head back then.” You followed the student back through the hallway and as you did, you jog April’s memory to figure out who the heck this kid even is. It’s strange looking through someone else’s memories compared to your own. They don’t flood immediately to the surface when you ask for them. It was like a manual search, trying to find April’s memories of a kid with this description. Eventually you find the information: His name is Adam, an awkward but passionate Drama kid who has been in the club for two years.

He’s practically harmless, not really worth fretting over. You assure yourself as you walk into the gymnasium where they held Drama. Your school’s priorities were more in sports than the arts, which relegated Drama to an extracurricular activity as well as meaning they didn’t have a room for it. You were sure it sucked for the drama kids but you were never really into either.

Adam took his seat with the rest of the Drama kids as you took your position in front of the class. Doing a quick search through her recent memory you summarize what they did that day for yourself before speaking, “Ahem. Thank you all for your hard work today, I know some of you have been struggling with this particular part of Macbeth but I’m sure with a little more work, we’ll get it down to where it needs to be.” Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Adam making leering glances towards you, winking and staring at your chest.

Ignoring it, you continue “But we are going to wrap up practice early today, I have some school related business to attend to and as much as I love acting with you all, it comes first. Have a nice night everyone.”

You receive a couple of thank yous and similar statements of gratefulness before you start helping everyone put everything away. However as you did so, Adam continued to be a leering pest. He kept whistling in your direction and making some sexually charged gestures to you when nobody was looking. The thought crossed your mind that he may have seen you but you didn’t want to even think of it. Getting this body in trouble with no way out was an issue for both of you and you’d feel terrible if your mischievous actions got Ms. Moore in trouble.

Putting that aside you tried to just focus on getting the students packed up and out of your way but as you were putting some chairs back into the store room you felt someone’s fingers grab ahold of one of your bountiful asscheeks. Your hands dropped the stack of chairs immediately, your face went red and your stomach dropped. Now you understood the horror of being unconsentingly touched. You spun around to reprimand the perpetrator to find that it was Adam, smiling at you.

“What the Hell Adam!” Thankfully the two of you were back in the hallway where nobody could see or hopefully hear what was going on. “That is highly inappropriate behavior! What’s gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into me? I’m not the one sneaking away from Drama club to act out sick sexual fantasies in the store room!”

Your eyes widened at his words, you were busted and that meant it was time for damage control. “Keep your voice down, young man. I don’t know where you get off of accusing me-”

“I caught it all on video! You acting like other teachers wanting to give sexual favors to someone named John! As well as his crush and sister and some pornstars too! And i’ll show it to Ms. Crawford!”

“You’re bluffing, you’re just doing this to get something in return for your silence. Spill it.” You knew damn well he was telling the truth but you weren’t going to let him know that. April never seemed like the kind of woman to back down from threats so you played that role and it seemed to not be out of character judging by his body language.

“W-well I… you are going to have sex with me or I’ll upload it to Pornhub and send it to Ms. Crawford!” His voice was giddy and his body language incredibly antsy. You could tell he’d been dreaming about this moment since he first laid eyes on Ms. Moore. This was the kind of kid who jerked himself silly thinking about the touch of a woman and now he had the perfect excuse for his teacher fantasy. What you didn’t expect was the large bulge that began forming in his pants, looking like it was threatening to break his zipper. You had the kid pegged for a below average man but this…

You found yourself biting your lip and that burning sensation in April’s lady parts returned, were you getting turned on? Or was April? Maybe it was one in the same, you being in her body gave you her straight woman sensibilities but giving into him was the last thing that you wanted to do. If only you hadn't been a reckless idiot and broken your phone. If you had in your position you could have easily have just refused Adam and possesed Ms. Crawford. That way you could excuse Ms. Moore out of any trouble Adam might bring up. It does cross your mind that you could take his bluff and hurry to a phone repair place to mitigate the damage but who knows how long it's going to take?

This is going terribly and you know it, what started out as cheap mischievous fun turned into you getting your teacher close to being fired. You have to fix this, you'll feel terrible if you don't. But how will you proceed?