He Screws her....over

Suddenly Mr. Walker pulled back. "Um, Tiffany, we can't do this here!"

"Please," said Tiffany, "I need you to fuck me!"

"Tiffany!" said Mr. Walker. He walked away and pulled a handkerchief from his blazer pocket and wiped his brow.

Tiffany walked over to him. "Mr. Walker, I really need you to fuck me by the end of the day! PLEASE, you don't understand it, but I need you fuck me."

"Tiffany, I...um...I...maybe we can meet somewhere after school...NO. I can't do this! I can't throw away twenty-five years of teaching!"

"Mr. Walker, please! I need you to fuck me! No one will ever know, I swear!"

"Like no one will know what you did in the bathroom?"

"Oh my god, you don't understand!" said Tiffany. She wanted to tell him about the dare, but apparently Ben had made it impossible for her to tell anyone that her actions were based on his stupid game. "Mr. Walker, if I don't have sexy with you...I'll...I'll just...please, we can make it quick!"

"I've already gone to far," said the teacher in a meek whisper who was now profusely sweating. His face was red, and he would not look at Tiffany.

"Look," said Tiffany, "if you don't fuck me, I'll tell everyone you groped my tits!"

Mr. Walker turned around. He looked like he was going to have a full-blown panic attack. He just stood there, red-faced, sweating, and mouth agape.