Teacher's Pet [Yyrkoon + Meliai]
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				Title: <strong>Teacher's Pet [Yyrkoon + Meliai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 06:45:16</strong>
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				The final bell rang, and a flood of teens instantly filled the wide halls of Eisenhower High. Students dodged and weaved through the crowd, cliques gathering together like magnets. The din of shallow chatter was even louder than it usually was at this time of day. The students had just survived their first day back from summer break, and friends were eager to catch up. <br><br>The largest group by far was clad almost all in blue and gold - cheerleading uniforms and football jerseys, the social elite all decked out for the annual “spirit week.” Upperclassmen skirted around the group, ignoring the occasional insult or taunt thrown at them, while a few unfortunate freshmen took the full brunt of the verbal assault when they came within range. No one target seemed to garner much interest, until one particular student came sauntering down the hall.<br><br>There was a swing to her hips, and a confidence to her steps that seemed to cause the crowd to unconsciously part before her and close back up after she passed. She wore jeans that were dark, the cuffs slightly frayed, with a tear across her upper thigh that exposed a few inches of soft, creamy flesh. The black t-shirt she wore, sporting the faded logo of some obscure punk band, was so tight it almost seemed painted on. It hugged her curves tightly, each step causing her ample breasts to bounce slightly, much to the appreciation of many young men, and a few young women, who followed the girl's movements out of the corner of their eyes. Those closest could see the peaks of her nipples straining against the thin fabric; rumors were already swirling that she'd had them pierced over the summer. Of course, EHS was not a particularly small school; had it not been for the long waves of midnight blue hair cascading down her back most of the students would not have recognized her, but Cassandra was infamous and her trademark dye made her recognizable to all but a handful of freshmen.<br><br>There was a momentary disturbance in the blue and gold group before they split and a pretty brunette in a cheerleading uniform stepped up with a confident smirk on her face. “Well look who it is everyone, our favorite little freak.” she purred, her voice dripping with venom. “Heard you already got a detention Sinclair. What happened, get caught eating pussy in the locker room?” <br><br>Her group chuckled at the taunt, but when Cassandra suddenly turned and closed the space between herself and the cheerleader with a few swift steps the uniform-clad clique stepped back, even the tall, bulky jocks that towered almost a foot over the blue-haired girl instinctively distanced themselves. The brunette was forced back against the lockers, the pale girl slamming each hand against them with a loud metal thud, pinning her foe. “Nothin' quite so fun I'm afraid, Nicole.&nbsp; You remember that day last semester, when we skipped biology together? Well, I dropped by cell during home room this morning and I'm afraid Mr. Andrews got a glimpse of some of my mementos. Don't worry sweetie, I certainly wasn't snapping pics of your face so you're safe for now. Just try not to let your jealousy make you so petty, it's unbecoming.”<br><br>Cassandra stepped back, flashing Nicole a quick smirk before continuing down the hall as if nothing had happened. The clique closed back around the flustered girl, her friends laughing.<br><br>-----------------<br><br>It took longer than Cassie had expected to find the room number scrawled on the little pink slip of paper she'd been handed. The name on it wasn't one she recognized, either a new teacher or someone she hadn't had in previous years, though she was scheduled for both a regular class and a study hall with him tomorrow. She leaned in, not surprised to see that none of the desks were occupied.<br>“Hey,” she said, approaching the teacher's desk with that same confident, hip-swinging walk that caught so many admiring eyes, “are you the one on detention duty tonight?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet [Yyrkoon + Meliai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 05:16:17</strong>
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				The bell rang. <br><br>"You have your assignments. Now get out."<br><br>He'd said it with a wry grin. That same dry humor he shared with all of his classes. Ian Drake was just that sort of guy. The guy with the arid, sarcastic wit that students loved to see used to put another in his or her place. Which happened often enough, as Mr. Drake was also known to be somewhat of a hardass. A no-nonsense despot that ruled his various history classes with an iron fist. This wasn't even the tip of the iceberg when it came to the cruelty Ian was capable of. The humiliation he could dish out. But, sadly, these sorts of punishments went out with the paddle. An occurance Ian wished would be reversed..<br><br>He sighed. Not in his lifetime. <br><br>A student entered his room. She would approach the tall, dark, and handsome teacher whom lounged at his desk, ankles cross upon it.<br><br>"Yes, ma'am," he replied. "Take a seat." She was in luck! Little Cassie got to serve her time all by her lonesome. This gave Ian plenty of time to just waste time. Yes, Cassandra was a bit of a problem child, but she was never too much for Mr. Drake to handle. Though, he wished he could handle her. Get his hands on that rack. On that ass. In her panties. Already the teacher could feel his pants tighten and his mind wander. Ian brought his feet down and sat upright, scooting up to his Mac computer. He watched Cassie make her way to the desk she will have chosen, focusing on the gentle sway of her rear. That girl was blessed, to be sure. <br><br>"So, Ms. Sinclair, what brings you to detention this afternoon?" Ian asked. He was thankful that there weren't any other students present this afternoon, as his eyes were all over the girl. It was fairly obvious, too. But, then again, not many people didn't stare when Cassandra entered a room. As, like I mentioned before, this young woman was blessed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet [Yyrkoon + Meliai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 10:05:53</strong>
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				Cassie smirked as she approached the teacher, handing over the little pink slip of paper she'd been issued. Ah, <em>now</em> she recognized him. She hadn't been in any of his classes before this year, but she'd seen in him the halls, and standing next to the bleachers with the rest of the instructors during the mind-numbing pep rallies. He was quite handsome, and that strict, domineering demeanor had many of the girls at the school pining for him. Her best friend Sasha, a girl too smart for her own good, was a Junior like Cassie but she'd been bumped up a year in science and history, so she'd had classes with Mr. Drake last year. Cassie'd heard plenty about the man, and had no doubt that her more academically-inclined companion would be rather jealous when she heard who the little delinquent had spent the afternoon with.<br><br>The teacher's lustful looks didn't escape Cassandra's notice, but she didn't seem to mind. Quite the opposite, in fact; girls didn't dress the way she did if they didn't enjoy being watched, being lusted over, earning places in the wildest fantasies of those around them. She turned and headed towards a desk just a couple rows away from Mr. Drake's seat, smirking to herself as her back was towards him. She wondered what sort of scenarios were running through the handsome teacher's mind....<br><br>Chances were there wasn't a single boy in the school who wouldn't have eagerly fallen to his knees before her if Cassie snapped her fingers, but she wasn't interested. It was fun to dominate the girls, force them to their knees and make then howl with pleasure, but when it came to boys she craved something...different. None of the male students at the school had the spine to stand up to her, let alone bend her to their sexual wills.<br><br>She tossed her backpack onto an empty chair and leaned across the desk in front of it, digging in the large black pack for something unseen. It was an obvious ploy, she had no reason to strike that pose other than titillation, but the girl did it well. Her back was arched, her gorgeous ass up in the air, wriggling enticingly as she searched. Her ample chest hung down, bouncing and jiggling vigorously as she dug. Finally she stood, pulling out a textbook and a few blank sheets of paper, and sunk gracefully into her seat.<br><br>"Eh, ya know, nothing major. Had my phone out in math this morning and Mr. Andrews objected to the "questionable material" I was looking at."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet [Yyrkoon + Meliai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 05:43:09</strong>
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				"'Questionable material'?" Ian queried. It was likely to be nothing any more 'questionable' than a girl in a bikini. God forbid a girl show a bit of skin in that man's class. The guy lived in the Dark Ages, in Ian's opinion. Half of the students that ended up in after school detention because of him honestly didn't deserve it. But Ian was not about to raise a finger in protest of the Principal's golden child. Lest his job be taken from him with extreme predjudice. <br><br>Ian reclined in his seat. His desk obscured his lower half. The young (late-twenties, so relatively) history teacher would watch his singular ward for a few moments. Stealing glances at her voluptuous parts. His pants grew tighter as he imagined the things he wanted to do to the poor girl. The many different ways he would make her his woman. How he would this prideful young female blush like a Catholic schoolgirl. Cut her down to size, so to speak. Knock some of that undeserved swagger out of her. Ian smirked. That's exactly what she needed. A male figure of authority to show her she ain't as big as she thinks she is. <br><br>The teacher wanted so badly for that figure to be him. He wasn't one for slavery (he covered that in his classes enough times to get just how wrong it is) but he was not above a mutual agreement of dominant and submissive. Sure, he had tried to find a woman for such a relationship, but when your best bet is Craig's List, chances are you aren't going to find anyone that's the least bit desireable. Mr. Drake had learnt this the hard way the moment he had met the allegedly twenty-something (but actually closer to triple that) he'd traded emails with just last year. Just thinking about it completely killed the erection Cassie had given him.<br><br>It's all the same, really, because he had to stand anyway to close the door. Which he now did.<br><br>"Just go over your notes for the next forty-fi-" He glanced at his watch. "Forty-three minutes." With that, Ian sat back down at his desk. He returned his attention to the computer screen in front of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet [Yyrkoon + Meliai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 12:25:15</strong>
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				The navy-haired girl giggled darkly when the teacher echoed her words. The expression on Mr. Andrew's face when he'd seen what she was looking at had been priceless. Suffices to say, the photos had been a bit more explicit than a bikini-clad pinup girl; not quite as scandalous as Cassie would like to think, but still enough to shock the stuffy, conservative math teacher.<br><br>When the door was closed, the student leaned back and sighed melodramatically. She wasn't the least bit surprised that she was the only student who had managed to get detention on the very first day of school, but she was still disappointed that there would be no one to whisper or pass notes to. She flipped open her thick textbook, popped the cap off of a florescent orange highlighter and began dutifully reviewing her notes.<br><br>Cassie was bored out of her mind.<br><br>The only thing that had been accomplished in most of her classes was a review of the rules and the syllabuses. She found her eyes wandering around the room, dully scanning the maps and posters, but they always seemed to come back to the hansom young teacher. It didn't take long for her mind to wander. She knew plenty of girls had the hots for him, and it seemed like you couldn't flip on the news these days without some new scandal about a teacher caught with a student. Had he ever succumbed to temptation?<br><br>She flipped her textbook closed, eyes darting up to the clock. Not even ten minutes had past. Over half an hour left, and nothing to do. “Mr. Draaaaaaake,” Cassie called, her tone half bored, half plaintive, “I'm done with my notes.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet [Yyrkoon + Meliai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 04:17:19</strong>
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				Andrew stared at a blank screen for a good twenty minutes. The school's feeble internet provider had failed him once again. There would be no score checking this evening. Eventually, Mr. Drake found himself praying that time pass faster. But, alas, it crawled at a snail's pace. Each moment felt like an hour. Admittedly, Andrew knew he was making it worse by watching the clock, but he hadn't anywhere else to look. Aside from the singular student sitting before him. The student whom was viewed among teachers as he was among students. But, as unbelievably sexy as she was, and as much as he wanted to make her whine like the little bitch she is, and show her what a real man will do to her if she tried her charm on him, he had to hold himself to a higher standard of professionalism, and resist.<br><br>"Mr. Draaaaaaaake."<br><br>He shivered a little.<br><br>"Yes, Ms. Sinclair?" <br><br>The teacher leaned forward, from his reclining position. His eyes finally fell upon the busty student sitting before him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet [Yyrkoon + Meliai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 11:05:42</strong>
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				"All done~!" she said, her voice a playful, sing-song call as she lifted up her notebook and dropped it back down to the desk. "One day's worth of notes won't get a girl very far."<br><br>She rose from her desk suddenly and hopped over the chair, approaching the teacher's desk with that same seductive swing her hips always seemed to hold. Placing her hands flat on the desk she leaned forward. Her ample breasts were right at eye level, and the way her arms forced the soft, perky orbs together could be nothing but deliberate. The neckline of the tight, faded t-shirt wasn't very low cut, only the smallest glimpse of cleavage visible above it, but the shirt's thin material coupled with the fact that Cassie wore no bra made sure her stiff nipples were easily visible. A teasing little smile crossed her raspberry-red lips, and her hips swayed gently from side to side.<br><br>"Anything else for me to do, or should I resign myself to counting ceiling tiles for the rest of the afternoon?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet [Yyrkoon + Meliai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 22:42:03</strong>
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				The teacher arched a brow. The young student waltz on up to his desk. He could clearly see how much she wanted to be in control. How hard she tried to have every male within ten feet of her at her beck and call. With a smirk, he leaned back, reclining in his computer chair. Eye brows raised. Not at all phazed by her act.<br><br>"Have a seat, Ms. Sinclair," he said. "You have a lot of tiles to count." It was almost painful to shoot her down like that. Indeed, he wanted her. She knew how to get a man's motor revving. But he couldn't give in. No, she wasn't going to win.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet [Yyrkoon + Meliai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 05:55:10</strong>
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				A brief little scowl crossed Cassandra's dark lips when she realized the usual tricks weren't having any noticeable effects on the instructor. She stood back up with an exaggerated huff, stomping one foot petulantly as she crossed her arms so her ample breasts rested just on top of them.<br><br>"Come ooooon Mr. Drake, it's not my fault I don't have anything to do and you <em>know</em> Mr. Andrews is totally unfair about anything even <em>vaguely</em> related to sex." The little temptress batted her eyes and pouted, exaggerating the gesture just enough to be coy and playful but not mocking. "There's gotta be <em>something</em> else to do, right? Maybe...clean the chalk board erasers?"
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