Teacher's Pet. [Mindii and HPDDJ]
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				Title: <strong>Teacher's Pet. [Mindii and HPDDJ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 01:16:41</strong>
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				Sarah Anderson had quite the average, and somewhat plain, name. Despite her name though, she didn't look plain or average in any way. Hannah had always been on the slender side naturally. A little tall but not unnaturally so, with long slender legs, and hair the color of spun gold that fell just past her shoulders. Her eyes were a bright green, and her body was curvy in all the right places. She almost looked like a young model.<br><br>Having just turned 18, Sarah's family transfered her to a new school, during the beginning of her senior year because her father's constantly moving job. Sarag was basically used to it and still managed to maintain somewhat good grades despite it. Except for in her English classes. English had always given Sarah some trouble, all through her past years of high school. It was only the beginning of the year and she already had a D, and that grade had carried over to her new school.<br><br>Now, 3 weeks later at her new school, Sarah was actually <em>failing</em> the course. Failing. Her parents would kill her if they found out. <br><br><em>Maybe if I talk to the teacher something can be arranged. Extra credit, or something.</em> Sarah thought, desperately to herself. Something had to be done.<br><br>So, it was another normal day in English. Sarah sat there, talking to a few people who managed to become her friends in the short weeks she had been here. Then the bell rang and it was time to go home. Sarah was so glad that English was her last class of the day. She'd probably die if she had to endure another class after having to endure an hour of her own personal Hell. <br><br>Standing up gracefully, Sarah sighed and pushed her blonde hair from her green eyes. It fell back into them immediantly, her efforts wasted. She gathered her books, slowly, as all the students filed out of the classroom rather quickly. <br><br>Looking over at the teacher Sarah sighed and walked towards his desk, the clicking of her shoes making it sound like a death sentence to her. She finally reached the desk and cleared her throat slightly. <br><br>"Uhm, Mr. Coldwell?" Sarah asked, a bit timidly. Whe she had captured his attention she began to talk, her words speaking up in her nervousness. "I'm sure you know that I have a.. an... a F in here. And well, I was wondering if there was something I could do to bring my grade up. There has to be something right? Anything. My parents will be so angry if they see that I'm failing this course. Isn't there anything I can do?" She asked, with a strained expression.<br><br>There had to be something. Extra Credit of some sort. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet. [Mindii and HPDDJ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 00:40:20</strong>
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				<em>Trent Coldwell had taken an unusual interest in the new girl as soon as she had stepped into his class on the first day of school. At first he noticed that she was a new face in a wave of familiar faces, and then after a while he noticed her falling grades. In the last week or so, however, he noticed her young, tight body, but had discounted her as another piece of high school ass he'd never get. It'd be wrong to do anything like that anyways, or that's what the superintendent reminded them every year or so.<br><br>Still, there were no restrictions on free thought, although when he thought of Sarah Anderson, she usually wasn't free. Usually, she was chained to his bed via handcuffs, moaning obscenities through a gag as he took her with force. He knew such thoughts were taboo and what some would consider gross, but he had entertained such thoughts since his first year as a teacher, more than ten years ago. He was not a loose gun, and his lewd fantasies did not reflect his real lifestyles.<br><br>When he heard the clicking of heels as he sorted today's homework into a 'to be graded' folder, he looked up, and there was Miss Anderson in all of her glory. Before she said anything, he had a feeling why she had approached him, and smiled knowingly as she explained her situation.</em><br><br>"Well Sarah, I do assign extra credit, but it's usually not worth much. Students will take the extra credit if they want to bump a high B into an A, or a C into a B, and so on, but let me see..." <em>Trent had an astounding memory, and it didn't hurt that he had looked at her grade ten minutes ago.</em> "I believe you're under 50% right now, and there's not a lot you can do before the first quarter ends."<br><br><em>He opened his grade book to make sure, and indeed, her grade sat at an ugly 47.8%.</em> "Yeah, there's nothing you can really do that will get you to even a D before the first grade cards go out. I'm sure if you work hard, you can have a C or even a B by December..." <em>He trailed off, knowing a little bit about her plight. Some parents demanded perfection in their child's grades, and even if she could recuperate and get an average C, they would not forgive an F. He waited for her to press the issue, but dirty thoughts started to formulate in his mind. Still, he waited.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet. [Mindii and HPDDJ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 17:50:03</strong>
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				Sarah looked down at Mr. Coldwell in what could only be described as angst. She couldn't even get to a D? Her parents were going to kill her. They were the type of people that expected A's and B's. A C, even, occasionally. Never a D though, and well, an F? Sarah was so dead. She was going to be grounded forever. No more phone, internet, friends, weekends, nothing. Nothing but sitting in her room all day, <em>studying</em>. <br><br>Plus all the yelling that would be her father's angry tirade. <br><br>"But... There's really <em>nothing</em> I could do?" Sarah asked in a small voice. Her emerald eyes looked back at Mr. Coldwell pleadingly. Nothing, at all? "Come on, there has to be <em>something</em>." If there's a will there's a way, right? <br><br>Sarah looked at him, what was she thinking? He didn't care. He probably got more then his share of pathetic cases like this all the time. She groaned. "My parents are going to <em>kill</em> me." She said, her smooth voice frustrated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet. [Mindii and HPDDJ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 06:35:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24006.msg948359#msg948359">Quote from: Mindii on 19-11-2008, 17:50:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sarah looked down at Mr. Coldwell in what could only be described as angst. She couldn't even get to a D? Her parents were going to kill her. They were the type of people that expected A's and B's. A C, even, occasionally. Never a D though, and well, an F? Sarah was so dead. She was going to be grounded forever. No more phone, internet, friends, weekends, nothing. Nothing but sitting in her room all day, <em>studying</em>. <br><br>Plus all the yelling that would be her father's angry tirade. <br><br>"But... There's really <em>nothing</em> I could do?" Sarah asked in a small voice. Her emerald eyes looked back at Mr. Coldwell pleadingly. Nothing, at all? "Come on, there has to be <em>something</em>." If there's a will there's a way, right? <br><br>Sarah looked at him, what was she thinking? He didn't care. He probably got more then his share of pathetic cases like this all the time. She groaned. "My parents are going to <em>kill</em> me." She said, her smooth voice frustrated.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Trent's eyebrows furrowed in silent thought. This was an excellent opportunity! It was also blackmail, but the glorious thing about blackmail is that she would have no other choice than to comply.</em><br><br>"I don't often do this, but perhaps there is something we can arrange, but I really don't have the time to sit here and discuss it. If you're not busy, would it be too much to ask for you to meet me at my home at about 7 PM?" <em>As if to push his point, he stood up from his desk, and grabbed his jacket and briefcase. He put the jacket on and took a tentative step towards the door, when he feigned sudden realization.</em> "You probably don't know where I live, do you? Just look up Coldwell, Trent in the phone book." <em>Without waiting for an answer, he left the classroom, walking hurriedly down the hallway, towards the staff parking lot. </em>
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