Ms. Teller stacked her tests as she heard the period bell go off. She was ready for her last period class, the tests were all printed up and everything was arranged. Stacy Teller was an organized person, a very important trait in a young high school teacher. The 26 year old History teacher, straight out of college, was the kind of teacher that immediately won the respect of her peers and her students. She was dedicated to her craft and made sure to give her best effort every single day. Ms. Teller was a friend to many of her young pupils, and they appreciated her sincerity and kindness.
Ms. Teller stood behind her desk and watched her students walk in. They were juniors, but Stacy was often disturbed by how much older some of her students looked, especially the females. In walked Mary Johnson, a tall statuesque blonde of 16 who looked like she was 26. On top of her advanced looks, she dressed very inappropriately for school, with a very short tight skirt and a flimsy white tank top barely holding back her impressive bosom. Various other girls walked in with similar getups, making Ms. Teller frown. She dressed a bit provocatively in her youth, but nothing like that. In her present position, Ms. Teller was often teased by her friends for dressing to conservatively.
She did this on purpose, as she was quite attractive, a fact recognized by most of the boys in her class. She was petite at 5'3, with a pretty face and sculpted figure, topped off with long blonde hair she wrapped in a bun. To hide her ample and perky C cup size breasts, she wore loose button down blouses with a T-shirt underneath. To mask her toned ass and thighs, she wore a tan skirt that reached to her knees. On her face was a set of square rimmed black glasses, which she needed in order to read. She had always hated them, as they took away from her beautiful blue eyes.
Ms. Teller looked down at her hand and saw her diamond ring, a gift from her fiancé Jake. Jake was a local lawyer, and they were to be married in four months. She couldn't wait.
Interrupting her happy thoughts was a student that loudly strode in as the bell rang. He was Rodney James, a 6'2, 250 pound black male who was the schools recently recruited football star. Rodney was wearing a tight black T-shirt that showed off his massive biceps, and a loose fitting pair of jeans. His head was shaved, and he walked in with his characteristic tough guy sneer. He strode to the back of the room and sat down.
Ms. Teller hated Rodney. He was a bad student and had been rude to her on numerous occasions. The worst part of that activity was that Ms. Teller didn't even bother filing complaints, as Rodney, the star athlete, got away with anything, and he knew it. Still, Rodney's arrogance wasn't the worst part about him, it was his disrespect for women. He always made lewd and suggestive comments to the girls around him. What boggled Ms. Tellers mind was that the girls seemed attracted to his rude behavior. The good boys in her class often sat isolated, while the young girls surrounded Rodney's desk. They giggled when Rodney made his offensive remarks, calling them "bitches" or "hos". Out of the corner of her eye, Ms. Teller would catch some of the girls feeling Rodney's biceps, or making suggestive movements of their own, such as bending over in front of him or displaying their cleavage to the well muscled athlete. The worst offender in that department was Mary Johnson, who always sat next to Rodney. Rodney's right hand usually rested on her thigh or sometimes on her inner thigh. Sneaking peeks at the couple once and while, she spotted Mary's hand on Rodney's crotch, or Rodney playfully gripping one of Mary's large breasts. Ms. Teller had heard on the grapevine that the two of them had been caught last week in the boys locker room having sex, a fact that was hushed up by the administration. It was disgusting to see women degraded in such a way.
Part of Ms. Teller felt guilty about her views. Maybe she was racist, as Rodney was one of the few black students in the school, and all the girls who seemed to enjoy his abuse were pretty white 16 and 17 year olds. Ms. Teller was sure that if their parents knew, they would have a fit. No, she assured herself, her dislike of Rodney was purely scholastic.
Ms. Teller passed out the tests and worked in silence. About an hour later, the bell rang and students began handing in their tests. Most were eager to leave school for the day, but Ms. Teller noticed that Rodney and several of the girls, including Mary, stayed behind, laughing. As Ms. Teller collected the tests, she watched the group out of the corner of her eye. Shockingly, she saw Mary playfully bend over a desk. Rodney, to the delight and laughter of two other girls and Mary, snatched up her short skirt and gave her a slap to the bottom.
Ms. Teller would not take it anymore.
"Rodney, I want you to stay here, the rest of you leave," she said, with uncharacteristic sternness.
The girls left, giggling, as Rodney strode in front of Ms. Teller's desk, which she sat down behind.
"What you want to talk about Stacy?" said Rodney, leering at her.
"It's MS. TELLER."
"Oh, my bad," he said, grinning.
"Rodney, many of your actions here have been totally unacceptable. I just won't have you disrupting my class with your antics back there. I know you think you are untouchable, but if I have to go to the board, I will."
Rodney just sneered.
"Oh please. You're just jealous, upset that all the white bitches back there want a piece of my black cock. I bet you spend most of your day thinking about what happens when we leave school. If you want, I can send you the videotapes I made of me fucking the shit out of them..."
"How DARE you speak that way to me! Get out of here!" yelled Ms. Teller, now standing, furious with her students crude language.
"Yeah, cause you know its true. Like last week, I was fucking Mary in the ass when they caught me. Two days later, her and her friend Tiffany over there were in my bed sucking my cock," bragged Rodney, as he moved towards the door.
"GET OUT!"
Rodney stopped at the door and looked back.
"You know what bitch, I was about to leave, but I think it's time you learned a lesson."
With that ominous statement, Rodney slammed the metal door shut and locked it. He then began to walk towards a suddenly threatened Ms. Teller.
"Wha...what are you doing, I said to get out!" stammered Ms. Teller as she backed up nervously behind her desk.
"I heard what you said bitch, and I'm not going to leave for awhile," he said, coming ever closer.
"Well then...I'm going to leave," said Ms. Teller, as she hurriedly went for the door.
"Not so fast slut," said Rodney, blocking her with his massive arm. Ms. Teller managed to get one cry for help out, but it was quickly muffled by Rodney, who wrapped his arm over Ms. Teller's mouth from behind. The small teacher tried to pry the vice like arm off, but soon realized it was no use. Tears formed in her eye as Rodney spoke into her ear.
"OK Stacy, now I'm going to show you what the white bitches in this school are so desperate for. You are going to suck and fuck me, got that slut?"
Ms. Teller desperately tried to free herself. Rodney roughly squeezed harder in response.
"ALRIGHT SLUT?!"
Ms. Teller, realizing she had no chance for escape in this position, nodded her head. Rodney released her and began to pull his shirt off. At that instant, Ms. Teller realized she had to escape. She lunged for the door, was only feet away when she felt the strong hand of Rodney grip the back of her blouse. Ms. Teller was roughly yanked back and spun around.
"HELP!" she screamed again.
"We got to get some discipline in this class!" yelled Rodney, as he smacked his white teacher straight across the face. It was like a thunderclap, and Ms. Teller fell right to the ground in shock.
"Look what you made me do now bitch. Promise me you won't act up again."
Ms. Teller was too stunned to even respond.
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