Who the hell was in my room last, who the hell was in my bed?

You wake up the next morning as your alarm goes off; with your head feeling like it’s stuffed with cotton. As you blindly reach out and try to turn it off you realize that you feel incredibly dehydrated. “What the hell, did I leave the heat on high last night?” You wonder to your self. “It feels like I sweated all night, and where the hell is the dam clock?”

Grunting in frustration you open your eyes and sit up and realize the reason you can’t find the clock is that you’re laying the wrong way on the bed. “What the hell?” You ask aloud. Adding to your confusion is the fact that you’re lying completely naked on top of the covers. The few times that you had slept nude you had at least had the top sheet over you and the sheets are a complete mess as if you had been tossing and turning, but you’ve always been the type who doesn’t move in her sleep.

As you try to piece together what happened last night you crawl up to the head of the bed to turn off the alarm. As you go to hit the button you see a pair of sheer green panties lying next to the clock and suddenly the events of last night begin to come back to you.

You remember talking to Genieve about the school and the fact that Cecile and her friends had been hazing her. The two of you had talked about the pressure of being new here and how overwhelming the campus was. Then suddenly you were kissing her on the couch. You can’t remember how it happened but you remember that it had been the most incredible kiss of your life and that things had progressed rapidly from there. Soon she had been been undressing you and leading you back to the bedroom.

You touch your lips at the memory and they feel sticky. As you lick them you remember Genieve straddling your face encouraging you to taste her as she was skillfully licking and stroking your pussy. You can still taste her on your lips, and you notice the sticky sweetness of her lingering in your mouth from when she nearly drowned you in her orgasm.

“Oh god this can’t be happening. Please let this be a dream.” You think in a panic, but the steady beep of the alarm and the panties lying next to the clock are indisputable proof that this is no dream.

As the alarm times out and turns off you sit there and stare at Genieve’s panties you run your hands through your hair and try not to panic. You had been here less than a week and somehow had managed to have sex with one of your students. Not to mention that said student was a female! “Would she tell anyone? What the hell was I thinking? I am SO dead!”

As you contemplate calling in sick to try and figure out what to do the message alert on your cell phone grabs your attention. You head over to the dresser and grab your phone thinking that this situation can’t get any worse, but as soon as you open the message you realize that it just did. The message contains two pictures. One with you on your knees removing Genieve’s panties with your teeth. In this one while your face is clearly visible in profile Genieve is only visible from the shoulders down. The other is of you on your back underneath a woman licking her pussy with a look of pleasure on your face. Once again only your face is visible, whoever took the picture chose an angel that only shows Genieve’s ass and legs straddling your head. The text attached reads: If you’re not at class and practice today these will be sent to every student and faculty member on campus as well as your friends and family. P.S. There is something on your dresser to cover up the mark on your neck we suggest you wear it, and make sure it's visible.

Stunned you make your way over to your dresser and look in the mirror. Sure enough there is a small pink mark on your neck that stands out vividly on your fair skin. "That little skank marked me" you think feeling even more betrayed than before. Looking down you see a green and black lace chocker with a small silver pendent lying on the dresser. When you pick it up you see that the pendent is in the shape of a cats paw and has two tennis rackets crossed on the front and engraved on the back is "Property of the tennis team".

As you take your shower the events of last night continue to return to you unbidden. The softness of Genieve's skin against your own, the skillful way she manipulated your body, and the mind shattering orgasm she gave you. Your pussy begins to throb at just the thought of it. But the fact that she is using it to **** you makes you feel upset and scared, but you know that you are powerless to do anything about it. That thought sends a small shiver through you that you don't want to think about too much.

As you get dressed you remember that Genieve and her unknown accomplice had instructed you to make sure that you wore the chocker they left you and to make sure it was visible. That left turtlenecks out, but wearing one would have looked odd considering the warm weather anyway. Instead you put on a dark green cotton blouse and a pair of grey slacks. You had always secretly been proud of the way your cloths had fitted, showing off your figure, but today you wonder if even this conservative attire didn't hug your form a little too much. Sighing in resignation you put on the chocker and realize it fits perfectly to cover the mark left by Genieve, with the pendent left to dangle in the nape of your neck.

The day seems to drag on forever. During all your classes you find your self fiddling with the chocker, and feeling like all the girls are looking at it. You find your self sneaking off to the bathroom between classes to make sure that it is still covering the mark on your neck. You wish you weren't so fair skinned so that you could use makeup to try and hid it. In fourth period Cecile and Nikki walk in and take their seats and look at you with knowing smiles. Unlike before you're sure that their attention isn't just your imagination. The intensity of their gaze makes you even more fidgety and you can feel yourself start to blush. You hand out an assignment for the class to work on and sit behind your desk and begin to grade papers hopping to distract them and yourself. When you look up you see Cecile and Nikki whispering to each other and continuing to watch you. Cecile gives you another small knowing smile and looks you over in a way that sends a shiver through you. Nikki winks at you while tracing a finger across her neck and blows you a small kiss.

“On my god, they know” you think in a panic. As you sit there frozen by the implication you remember thinking you heard two sets of giggles just before you passed out last night. Of course someone had to have been in the apartment to take the pictures and the inscription on the back of the pendent on the chocker did say “property of the tennis team”. Genieve did say that Cecile and Nikki had been hazing her along with Anna. Could they all be in on it together?

When the bell rings to signal the end of the period it startles you out of your thoughts and makes you jump a little. As the class comes up to hand in their assignments you do try to hide your nervousness. You succeed for the most part until you realize that Cecile and Nikki are hanging back to make sure that they are the last to leave. As the last of the other students file out they make their way up and stand on either side of you.

“Gee Miss Doe, I had a hard time with that assignment.” Nikki says in a playful tone. “Do you think I could get your number so we could call to set up a tutoring session?” When she pulls out her phone she shows it to you and you see that the wallpaper on the screen is a picture of you with your head hanging over the edge of your bed, a look of ecstasy on your face, your bare breasts and erect little nipples clearly on full display. You look up at her smiling face and stammer as you feel a blush start to burn your cheeks. Nikki just giggles with a look of mischief in her eyes. “You should see my new screen saver. It’s quite the little slide show. Of course the video is even better”.

Before you can even think of a response you feel the chair swivel and find your self looking up at Cecile. The tennis captain fixes you with a look of bored superiority on her face, her dark red lipstick standing out against her fair complexion, drawing attention to her full mouth. Her brown eyes look you over appraisingly behind wire frame glasses. “It seems you followed our dissections well” she finally says a satisfied smirk forming on her lips as she leans in close to you putting one hand on the back of the chair. Her other hand reaches out and she hooks a finger under the chocker pulling you in even closer, “I like the fact that you chose to dress to complement your new collar. It shows a certain understanding of your situation, but I think there’s room for improvement”. With that she lets go of the necklace and undoes the top three buttons of your blouse, any more and your bra would be visible. “There, much better” she says using a fingernail to open the shirt and expose your skin, the feeling sparking a warmth in your belly that makes you blush even more.

You look away and bite your bottom lip to keep from whimpering. Cecile Just softly chuckles as if she knows just how her touch is affecting you. “I suppose that the pants are fine for today, but suggest you invest in some more skirts. You really do have nice legs and besides”, she says with a truly wicked smile as she runs a hand up your thigh, “you never know when one of us might want to play”. With that she stands up and heads for the door. “Come on Nikki we’ll be late for our next class”.

“Coming Cec”, Nikki says as she turns your chair back to face her. She puts a hand under your chin drawing your gaze up to her. “Oh, and Miss Doe consider skirts mandatory for practice”. She brushes her thumb across your lips with a wink before turning to catch up with Cecile.

You sit their and try to pull yourself together before the next class arrives. Your mind is racing desperately trying to find a way out of the predicament you’re in, while your body is telling you it’s **** for something else.

The rest of the day is like a surreal dream. At lunch Taylor notices that you’re out of sorts tries to get you to tell her what’s on your mind You’re touched by her concern and desperately want to ask for her help but you don’t dare. “What would she think of me? She’d probably think I was weak and wanted it to happen. I bet she’d never talk to me again, she might even go to the board”. As these thoughts run through your head you begin unconsciously playing with the chocker necklace again. You are brought back to reality when you notice Taylor is watching you fiddle with it. “Oh, I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed with classes and the coaching job” you say out loud giving her a weak smile, forcing your self to stop playing with the necklace. “She called it your ‘collar’”, you remind yourself inwardly, shocked that the thought actually sent a little thrill through you.

“I see” Taylor says her voice filled with sympathy. “I had the same problem last year. By the way is that a new necklace?”

“This? Yeah it was a gift from the girls on the tennis team.” You answer lamely. “Shit”, you think, “can she see the mark on my neck, or does she suspect something?”

“Well I’ll be in tonight grading some quizzes, so if you need to talk”, she places her hand on yours the look of sympathy in her eyes nearly breaking your resolve, “about anything, I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t been through myself”. She gives you one of her sweet shy smiles.

“Yeah right” you think. Out loud you say “Thanks, it’s probably just something all new teachers experience. I appreciate the offer though.”

After lunch you get a small reprieve when Genieve is listed as sick and doesn’t make it to class. You make it through the rest of the day without drawing too much attention to your discomfort and head home to get cloths for practice. Remembering Nikki’s instructions you make sure to grab a skirt and head to the tennis courts. Once in the locker room you start to change when you hear a voice close behind you say “Hello Jane”, and turn to see Genieve standing behind you wearing a pair of very short black cotton shorts and a tight white tank top