Luckily no

"Mr. Clarkson, I thought you might want to know that Leonard ran off an unidentified mid-40s Asian male."

You sigh, "So you think it was Lilies dad trying to gain entrance."

Barbara nodded, grimly noting, "According to Leonard, he was trying to gain access to the gymnasium from the teachers' parking lot."

"Anything else?" You ask, hoping she says no.

Barbara blinked at you before saying, "Well, they saw him hop into a late-model red Hyundai and got a partial plate. They passed it on to the Cities P.D."

With the information passed along, Barbara turned to head back to the office. You got up and were slipping on your jacket when she stopped at the door.

"Actually," she said, turning back to you. "Madelyn told me about her date with you the other night."

"Oh, what did she say?" Hoping she didn't say everything that went on. Barbara approached you, concern brimming in her eyes.

"Jason, I like to think I know my daughters pretty well," she starts. "Now it was clear as day to me that she is interested in you."

Parsing your words carefully, you say, "It was a good dinner, and yes, we did share a kiss when I accompanied her to her car."

Barbara looked at you intently for a long moment. "Listen, while there are no rules against co-workers dating here." Then surprisingly, she jabbed her finger into your chest, "But I'm her mother, and I have more than a few concerns about Maddie becoming involved with a man almost old enough to be her grandfather."

Raising your hands palm out, you clarify, "I'm not looking to start a relationship with my assistant coach."

"Good," she murmured before leaning in close. "Because if something does happen and you hurt her. I will destroy you."

Warning delivered, Barbara turned, exiting the classroom. Watching your boss leave, you couldn't help but be relieved. Grabbing your phone, you lock up your classroom and grab some lunch.

During fifth period, you caught Dallas Cabera using her phone to cheat. Confiscating the humiliated girl's phone, you told her to see you after school to get it back. Other than that, class went well.

You watched Bailey shuffle into her seat for sixth period. How different she seemed now. As the only goth in your classes, she had always stood out. Gone now was the, you would hazard, uncaring student. Now her eyes followed you everywhere, and the way she nibbled her lip made you want to shove your cock deep into her throat.

Handing out the tests, you sit down at your desk, letting them get to work. More than a little bored. You pull Miss Cabera's phone out of your desk. On impulse you turn it on and are surprised that she failed to lock it.

Seeing that she had more than 40 gigabytes of pictures on the device. You found it impossible not to hit her gallery. Scrolling through those hundreds of pictures. At first it was mostly selfies, or her and her various friends mostly doing the dumb shit teens do. You figured she must be helping a family member DoorDash from the 134 pictures of food on porches that she had.

Then the pictures started getting spicy. Of course some clowns had been sending the girl more than 20 dick pics. You were about to exit out when you hit paydirt. Dallas and four other teens were posing; it looked like one of the school bathrooms topless. They were showing off what looked to be, from the inflammation, brand-new nipple piercings.

"Well, well, well," you murmured, looking at the next picture. It was a very nude Dallas, next to a passed-out and very nude Coach Reese. Quickly checking the date, it was taken last Friday. You spent the rest of class uploading every picture on her phone to your Dropbox.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

Sounded the bell ending the school day. You halfway expected Bailey to approach you after class; instead, she gathered up her things and fled. Waiting around, it was a good 10 minutes after the bell rang when Dallas Cabera ran into the classroom. Her jeans sat low on her wide hips. Her stretchy white top barely contained her cleavage. "Jeez," you thought to yourself, "if this girl isn't wearing a push-up bra, she's at least a DD."

Running up to your desk, she blurted, "Mr. Clarkson, I can explain…"

"Quiet, Miss Cabera," you exclaim.

You noticed her eyes were more than a little red.

Sternly you tell her, "There's nothing to explain. I caught you using ChatGPT for answers for the test."

You see tears start welling up in her eyes as she whines, "I'm really sorry I just..."

"Save the excuses," you interject. "And you should be sorry if I send you to the dean. At best you're looking at a parent-teacher conference, and at worst expulsion."

You could see fear flash through the girl's eyes as she imagined having to explain this to her parents.

In a tiny voice she asked, "Is there anything..."

You sigh, but are inwardly smiling. "Listen, the school year has just started, so this is what we're going to do."

You see her nod, a tiny smile forming, as she thinks you're going to let her off.

Pulling the phone out of your desk, you slide it across to her, saying, "I want to see you Monday after school for one hour of detention, and we'll discuss how you can be a better student."

She picks up her phone, barely suppressed glee blazing in her eyes.

Storing the phone in her purse, she says in mock humility, "Thank you, Mr. Clarkson. I'll see you on Monday." She turns, heading to the door, very different from who ran in here.

Waiting till she opened that classroom door, you called out, "Oh, and Dallas."

She glanced your way, replying, "Yes, Mr. Clarkson."

Your grin was shark-like as you told her, "You should remember to lock your phone before surrendering it. You never know who might look at things you might want to keep private."

Stunned, she stammers, "Wh, wha. What..."

"We'll talk on Monday during detention," you finish, your trap springing shut. Chuckling as the door shuts, you stuff the tests into your briefcase. Exiting the room, you lock it up for the weekend, making your way to the cheer team office.

Heading to the gymnasium, you say that tables had been set up and currently a number of players were getting shaved and taped up for tonight's game. You saw Coach Reese stalking around the tables talking to his players when he saw you through the corner of his eye. The way he glowered at you told you he was still worked up about yesterday.

You smile and wave as you head upstairs, remembering what now resided in your Dropbox. Heading upstairs, you see Jennifer watching the interaction from the walkway.

"He's still pissed, I see," she says, meeting you at the office door.

Taking out your keys, you unlock the door and tell her, "Let him bark; after this weekend he'll be put in his place."

"Oh," Jennifer replies, following you inside. Closing the door, you sit down at the desk and pull out your phone. Opening up your Dropbox, you bring up the picture of Dallas and Coach Reese.

Jennifer's smile was positively evil; purring, she asked, "Where did you get this?"

"Come by my classroom Monday after school, and you'll meet the reason."

"I'll be there," she promised.

Two hours quickly pass, and you find yourself on the football field watching the girls warm up as the bleachers begin to fill. It was 6 o'clock when the Hurricanes finished their warm-up and the Panthers, who'd just arrived, started theirs.

Kick-off was at 7 o'clock with the Panthers winning the toss. To call the next two and a half hours a good game was a monumental stretch. Jacob the quarterback was benched at the end of the first quarter after throwing 4 interceptions. There were also three fumbles and a host of penalties, from false starts, to unsportsman like conduct. At the half we trailed the Panthers 38-6. During halftime the team went out there and did a phenomenal job trying to hype up the crowd, but they were unable to overcome the ass whipping the other team was receiving.

The second half went a lot better. Our team stopped making so many needless penalties and even managed to move the football. The Panthers scored 13 to our 20 points, but they had already pulled their starters. The final was 58-19, and you knew that the next practice will be brutal. As we followed the team off the field, Reese was raging.

Spotting you, he turned, his face was almost purple, spit was flying, and he screamed, "YOU USELESS FUCK OF A TEACHER. I TOLD YOU TO FIX IT. I OWN THIS SCHOOL, AND I'M GOING TO HAVE YOUR ASS."

How dare this ass hat try to pawn his failures off on you. You made sure all your cheerleaders left school safely. Jennifer and Rebecca were the last two as they hopped into an Uber. Taking your keys, you hand them to Krystal, saying, "Wait for me in the car, please. I'll just be a moment."

Watching them get into the car, you pull up the picture of Coach Reese and Dallas. Stalking back into the gym, you ask the first player you saw where Reese was. He pointed you to his office and thanked the young man.

Walking up the stairs, you saw the defensive coordinator leave the office, slamming the door.

Seeing you walking up to him, he grimly advised, "I wouldn't if I were you."

"Don't worry, I'll be civil," you reply.

"It's not you I'm worried about," he replied as he left. Walking up to the office door, you didn't bother knocking. Barging in, Reese was pacing the office, his hands balled up like he wanted to punch something.

"WHAT THE FUCK..." he started, but you cut him off as you went face-to-face with the enraged coach.

In a deadly tone, "If you don't want to be in jail, let alone have a job by Monday, you will sit the fuck down and shut up."

Catching the man off guard, he sputtered, "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Your smile was positively demonic as you held up your phone, the picture of him and Dallas showing. "I'm the man who can end your career and freedom with a fucking click."

As the man focused in on the screen and realized what he was seeing. You saw him go pale as he took a step back in shock.

No longer screaming, he croaked, "How did you..."

"Doesn't matter," you growl. "You will never speak to me or any of my cheerleaders in anything but the most deferential tone. Am I clear?"

His eyes were as big as saucers as he nodded.

"Good," you sneered. "Oh, and Reese, Dallas, and any other students you might be fucking end with tonight."

The man seemed to implode as he sat down on his couch. Crushed, at least for the moment, by the sword you now wield.

Snorting, you turned away from the broken man and paused at the door. "By the way, I'd advise you to find a new fucking home after the school year. That done, you left the office, walking out to your car. Joining the girls in the dimly lit parking lot, you join them in the car.

"Is everything alright?" Krystal asked, having seen Reese raging at you.

You lean over, kissing her cheek. "Don't worry, sweetie, I was just clearing up some miscommunication..."

Looking at the pair, you ask, "How do you feel about burgers?"