TEACHER’S PET

“It says here you’re a senior.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Seventeen years old.”

“Just turned eighteen.”

“Ma’am”

“I’m sorry. Just turned eighteen, ma’am.”

Silence from Super-bitch. She continued to study his transcript, her grade book.

Sam sat across from her and sweated. He had friends who would relish this after-school conference with Ms Phillips. The most notorious English teacher at West Side High, she was in her late twenties and almost unbelievably hot. Tall and slim, she was nevertheless tremendously stacked, with huge breasts. Contrastingly, she had such an incredibly tight waist and bulbous, muscular ass that many suspected her of wearing girdles to accentuate these. In any case, she also habitually wore daringly slit skirts and very high heels: showing off long, elegant legs that were the envy of every cheerleader for miles around.

Her face was gorgeous if a bit too angular, her pale blue eyes bright but cool behind a pair of quintessential horn-rimmed teacher’s glasses. She even favored a silver chain to hang these from, and although her platinum hair was rumored to be waist-length, she always wore it up, in a variety of elegant yet severe styles that conveyed her always-stern personality perfectly. It was this (plus her general incisive viciousness) that had earned her the name of Super-bitch among the students (and much of the faculty). And although there were many males around so enamored of her beauty that they were willing to risk her daunting company, Sam was not numbered among them. At least, not this afternoon.

He was failing her creative writing class, and had cheated on his last assignment. Desperately needing to pass in order to keep his sports eligibility, he’d almost died this afternoon, when rather than return his paper along with the rest of the class, she’d instead given him a note ordering him to stay after school. Now he was missing football practice, and without a doubt he’d much rather have been running sprints up and down the stadium steps, or getting his head handed to him by the defensive line. Hot as she was, this haughty bitch just intimidated him so fucking much…and if he was busted here…

Ms Phillips made him sweat for five long minutes. Finally she looked up when he shifted uncomfortably. “What?”

“Nothing, ma’am. It’s just…I’m missing