A Little

The next day you brazenly flirt with your history teacher. The thought of sleeping with him occurs to you, but why go that far unless you have to. All you need to do is get him in a compromising position.

You meet Farrah after class. You admire the outfit you picked for her. It makes her look good, but not as good as you. Perfect for the beta bitch you’re going to make her.

“Hello, Farrah. I need you to meet me after school and take some pictures.”

Farrah’s face scrunches. She clearly doesn’t quite understand her place yet.

“Unless you’d prefer I start a rumor about you being a rug muncher.”

“Fine. I’ll be there.”

“Politely please.”

She smiles a fake smile. “Of course, Brandi.”

You coast through the rest of the day and then head directly to your history teachers room. You meet Farrah outside and make sure she has her phone and a good view.

You saunter into the now empty classroom. You touch Mr. Dansk’s arm and direct his attention to your face.

“Mr. Dansk, I just wanted to tell you how much I love your class.”

You get him to the optimum position and as he opens his mouth to thank you, you give him a scorching kiss as Farrah snaps photos. You pull back.

You grin. “Thanks Mr. Dansk.”

You strut out with him looking stunned.

Farrah looks at you in shock. “You didn’t…”

“I fucking did. Learn from me, bitch. Send me those photos and erase them off your phone.”

You head home. As you walk, you text Mr. Dansk.

Really love your class, expecting an A.

You_ _send the best picture along with it.

You enter your house grinning.