Who's blackmailing who here?

The teacher stared up at the dark-haired punk girl, red and blue streaking her locks, and, slowly, began to laugh, the shock of Mindy's attempt wearing off. This is just too rich, he thought. I proposition and the bitch and here she's trying to **** me in return.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she snarled, leaning over him to glare into his eyes and giving him a good view of her expansive chest beneath her loose bright red tank top. "You're my bitch boy now! Stop fucking laughing!"

"Fuck no!" her teacher laughed harder, his chest shaking in whimsy and small tears falling from his eyes. "What the fuck do I care? My job? Jail? Hah! It'd - it'd be better than this." His voice grew softer, the flow from his eyes mounting. "God - it'd be better than this. I am so - fucking - tired of this - of this - bullshit."

The punk girl's brown eyes widened, a little frightened at his reaction. She didn't know what had been happening to her English teacher she was so wrapped up in her own little world. Mindy had no idea what was running in his mind, but he knew much, much better. His job was now a piece of crap now. He no longer cared that it had once been his dream. John just wanted to hit it with one of the bitches as the final climax to his life, trying to feel something - anything - before the end.

"No," he pushed her back onto his desk, rising to his feet. For once, Mindy really was scared, the situation out of her control. She stared up at him, her pouty lips trembling, and watched his hands come to rest on her thighs and begin to slide up, slowly bunching her skirt up around her waist.

"Mr. - Mr. Doe," her voice shook, "You - you shouldn't be doing this. Your job..."

"Why should I give a fuck, you cunt?" her teacher snapped, his angry eyes flickering to hers from her baby-blue g-string sliding into view. He smirked, rubbing a thumb across the front of her panties. "Now this is a surprise. How... Feminine. I never thought there was a soft side to you, Mindy."

"You - you fuck me and I'll put you away for ****," she seethed, baring her white teeth, her resistance beginning to rise. The young woman hated being called soft.

"Guess I'll fit in that much better in prison," John shrugged, stroking the smooth cloth. "Maybe they can arrange visits between us."

"What?" Mindy cried.

"If I go," her teacher said nonchalantly. "You go. I may have **** as an additional charge, but we'd both have ****. I'm sure it'd do great things for your career, though, having a record. Not too sure your band would wait. They'd probably go on without you, leaving you to rot in jail."

"Dammit," the dark-haired schoolgirl cursed beneath her breath, looking away. It isn't fair, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut. I'm the one supposed to be in control. They're supposed to crumple up and give way, doing what I want. Mindy pursed her lips, trying to push the pleasure of his gentle touch out of her mind. We - we could walk away from this, each of us giving up nothing, but I don't think Mr. Doe will let me. He wants sex like all bastards do, but he hasn't **** me. He wants it to be willing. And - I would get a better grade out of it.

"Okay, Mr. Doe," Mindy grumbled, looking back up into his gaze. "I'll - I'll take that C."

"After you tried to turn the tables on me?" her teacher arched an eyebrow. "Fuck no. Your pussy is mine, if you want to just barely pass me class. Both are asses are grass now, so - if you want better than a D, then you'll have to do much more for me."

"Lemme guess," the brunette snarled. "I'm gonna have to fuck you the rest of the year?"

"For starters," Mr. Doe smiled, thrusting his thumb hard against her throbbing clit eliciting a gasp from her mouth. "I also want you to wash that dye from your hair among other things."

"But-"

"I don't like the prospect of jail any more than you do, Miss Meyers," he said, cutting off her protest, "But I'll go when you're ready to."

The brunette stared up at him, her lips trembling once again and small tears welling at the corners of her brown eyes. What little she had dyed was a much as she could despite her mother's general indifference to her lifestyle. Syd would want to know why, even threaten to drop her from the band if her image began to clean up. The band - felt like home, more than her mother's place did, even if she did lie about how well it was doing. It wasn't going anywhere, not like Below The Tide was. Now that was a band, she thought. Mindy bit her lip, lowering her gaze to his busy hand mostly hidden by her ample chest. Maybe this won't be too bad. Sure, Mr. Doe is older and more... experienced. The boys she went out with before had to be taught not to rush it, not that Mindy let them stick it in her. A handjob or a blowjob had been enough to satisfy them after they'd grope and maul her breasts and that wasn't always pleasant. Syd certainly liked to bring out the bruises on them, said they made her hotter. The brunette certainly didn't think so. It didn't feel good to her, not at all, not like Mr. Doe's thumb on her clit. Her whole pussy felt on fire from nothing more than his touch. Mindy knew without looking that her panties were soaked from her juices, the strong, fragrant odor of her sex wafting to her face. Right now, she wanted sex, her hips beginning to jerk, and felt empty without her dildo filling her pussy, the buzzing vibrations she was used to getting off to after a night of fumbling missing.

"Well?" her teacher rasped, excited at her arousal, removing his hand from her sodden g-string. His student groaned in want, bucking her hips lustfully. She didn't want him to stop. She was so close. Yet... Mindy still had some presence of mind.

"If - if I do what you want," the brunette panted. "Will you - do something for me?"