Unexpected Duties

By the time the  bell rings for the next lunch wave, even I need new boxers: feeling Ms. Lia up has made my arms sore and my balls tense with more foreplay than any couple could ever expect. But even with an embarrassing amount of pre-cum in my underwear, I’m still in a better state than my English teacher: she sits completely loose, trembling only occasionally as I continue to **** her drained tits and dehydrate her body as she runs out of vaginal lubricant to spritz through panties and towel to further lubricate the chair below. Even at the risk of getting proverbial (or literal?!) blue balls, I admit I've enjoyed holding her in my palms as my personal plaything. Ms. Hatts, perhaps satisfied with my work, went on to do other tasks as I continued.

But I’m getting pretty tired (and hungry), so I go ahead and call it. “Ms. Hatts, do you think she’s... learned her lesson already?”

The administrator glances from her e-mails and looks at Ms. Lia’s vacant stare and open mouth. Her nose wrinkles with judgment, but she answers, “I expect Ms. Lia will show some restraint from now on... and she can expect much worse if she gets caught again.”

I nod in solemn agreement and, with one final squeeze, release Ms. Lia. I dry my hands and forearms with the only dry parts of the giant towel and stand by Ms. Hatts to marvel at my work.

Sofia Lia, the stern, buttoned-down lecturer of my mornings, doesn’t even fix her displaced clothing. Her knees are parted as wide as her conservative skirt permits, and her clothes are once again a visibly soiled mess; the towel is equally so, such that it offers her no comfort now. Her bra and top remain tucked under those shiny mounds now red with all the mauling they took. One of her gaudy earrings apparently got knocked to the floor during one of her thrashing orgasms, and I could still taste her tongue on mine from the times she continued to lose control of herself. I thought to pull my phone out for pictures several times, but I still don't trust that Ms. Hatts would count that as discipline.

“Get out of my office: you’ve got a class to teach.”

Ms. Lia blinked slowly out of her daze... and her legs, perhaps purely by the command of Custom Girls, begin to move. They shake with her every step, but slowly, painfully, Ms. Lia takes her latest walk of shame. She pulled the towel up and close to at least droop over her nipples; it's all the outfit correction she could be asked to do. I can't help but smile knowing this'll probably mean she gets in trouble again and start something like this loop all over again.

What I am not smiling about is just how fucking horny I’ve been left with all that goddamn foreplay! Tired as I am, I need to get this building nut out of me, and I’d miss my lunch entirely if it meant relieving this tension.

“Mr. Haines, do you know Craig Cooper?”

I glance at her half-dazed from my fantasies and almost answer “no,” but then I remember: he’s a varsity football player of some notoriety. “I... do?”

“See if he’s out there; he’ll be next to discipline.”

Wait... what? “As in... I mean, I don’t have to discipline him, right?”

Ms. Hatts raises an eyebrow at me. “Where’s your earlier enthusiasm, Mr. Haines? He was caught trading inappropriate pictures of the cheerleaders for money, and I believe a good photoshoot will help him appreciate the wrongfulness of his actions. You have a camera phone, don’t you?”

The outdated question doesn’t even register in my brain. I don’t want to do some kind of porn shoot with the most violent player on the team! Cooper’s six parts Irish and two parts Greek, but somehow that made him eight parts vindictive asshole and bully; being on his shitlist is the last thing I need right now. “Ms. Hatts, if I'm being honest, I'm... only comfortable helping discipline girls... and girls who are 18 or older?” If this app ever blows up in my face, the last thing I need on top of everything else is statutory **** charges.

Ms. Hatts purses her lips as she frowns... but thankfully, she gives a nod. “Alright, Mr. Haines. It's disappointing to see you have a bias like that, but I can't **** you to participate... nor does that change our arrangement. I don't have anyone fitting your restriction, so you're off the hook for the rest of the day.” I struggle to not sigh my relief in front of her. “I'll have Mr. Cooper clean up this mess, then. Now go out there and tell him to come in.”

I totally forgot my promise to clean the mess and thank her for relieving me of it; that "mess" was now a slick three-by-three-foot nova of Ms. Lia's fluids. Taking a step outside, I do indeed find Cooper waiting in one of the tiny chairs; given that they're rather small for high schoolers, watching his cartoonishly huge body occupy one almost gets a laugh out of me. He's already dressed in his football jersey with the addition of a t-shirt underneath to comport with the dress code; the sport is this gorilla's life. His head is still turned to where Ms. Lia no doubt walked away a moment ago, and I imagine I'll be seeing lots of turned heads on my way out; all the same, his buzzcut swivels as he regards me with something like a dog growl.

“M-Ms. Hatts will see you now.” I can barely keep brave around such an overgrown, steroid-riddled mess of a man, but with a huff he pushes past me and ducks into her office. Thankfully, his testosterone isn't focused on me today... or for the rest of my life as it probably would've been if I had to participate in what was about to happen.

“Please close the door, Mr. Cooper. I need you to fully understand what violating privacy feels like.” Once the door is closed, I quickly whip my phone out and purchase the parental and administrative approval for Ms. Hatts' “methods”; she was no doubt going to need it. With only 8 gems left, wisdom tells me I need to chill out and w... oh, right.

MASTER OF PLEASURE
Cause forty orgasms: COMPLETED. 20 GEMS AWARDED.
Cause sixty orgasms: COMPLETED. 20 GEMS AWARDED.
Cause 100 orgasms: 71/100. 25 GEM AWARD.

... So now it's 48 gems, and all it took was leaving Ms. Lia a shambling zombie for the rest of the day! What would have taken the better part of the week to farm is now in my pocket, albeit thanks to one-time awards. Whatever I buy with them has to be a smart investment, something that would help secure future gem growth. Saving up to command Ms. Hatts' disciplinary docket is now way less attractive when the only subjects I get to command are the adult women who end up at her office. Ms. Lia has her expensive options, sure, but I've already got a great thing going with her. Donna's game isn't for a few days, but maybe I don't have to wait until then to start adding new customizations? Certainly I need to bank a few for that fateful game day.

I spend the rest of the school day paralyzed by choices... until I get another text from my reverse-pimp during my final class.

Catherine Hatts (Bulldog): Ironically I have someone fitting your restrictions who'll need to see me this afternoon, Mr. Haines, and you won't believe who.