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  By the time lunch comes around, I am a mess. I go to the teachers’ lounge, where Cara and Brett are already sitting. They’re complaining about their classes, which is nothing new, but Cara brings up Tim Pollen and my ears perk up.

  “I heard he’s running some kind of underground fight club. For money. Someone told me he’s still dealing, but apparently fighting pays better.”

  Brett shrugs. “Always knew that kid would be a delinquent.”

  “I guess he’s recruiting from our kids, though, which is why I figure we should care.”

  “Anyone in particular?”

  Cara leans closer and I sit down next to them, listening to the conversation, my body on edge. “Well, I heard he’s been doing some hardcore recruiting of Kade McNamara, which isn’t surprising.” Kade McNamara was on the football team and weighed about 350 pounds. There was no way the kid didn’t take steroids, but no one seemed to want to call him on it. “And I heard Lucas Guerrero has been rising in the tournament ranks.”

  “That kid was destined to fuck up bad. After his sister, I am not surprised.” Lucas’s sister, Alea, had been taken into child custody when she was a sophomore, after she was found hooking at a nearby motel. The girl was stunning, and I guess the fact that she was fifteen was more of a perk than a deterrent. Lucas had slipped after that, during his junior year, although he had still managed to graduate on time. I think that was when the drugs started, too.

  “He’s fighting?” I ask, trying to sound casual. I can still feel him between my legs, taste him on me. I don’t want to picture him getting beaten on by Kade McNamara and his neckless roid rage.

  “Sounds like it. From what Gwen Abellon says, he’s like the star.”

  Brett just shakes his head and changes the subject to the upcoming exams, but I can’t stop thinking about Lucas. An underground fight club? For money? I know he always had issues with rage, but I still can’t picture it. Although when I remember how rough he was with me, I suppose it’s possible. It was just different given how much I wanted him.

  I have a prep period after lunch and spend it Googling underground fight clubs, but I guess they’re underground for a reason. Other than a few movies, there is no actual information. I debate about asking Lucas right, and almost text him, but the bell rings first. As my last class starts, I realize I am less than an hour from having Lucas inside me again and I am on edge. I don’t want to see my class and I certainly don’t want to teach. I just want to feel Lucas’s fingers unfold my cunt.

  Fortunately, they are my best behaved class and they actually work for most of the period. By the time the bell rings, I am shaking, but at least they didn’t test me. I try to stealthily slip my panties down and then I shove them in my desk drawer. I want to be ready, because I need some Lucas and I need him now.

  He stands in my doorway as the rest of the students filter through the halls. I can’t touch him yet, not until the busses leave, and probably not for a little while after that, since I need to make sure no one knocks. He smiles and I push my chair back to show him I’m wearing the red skirt.

  “Good girl,” he growls.

  He comes in the room and sits in his old desk. It has not even been a year, but he seems so out of place. Maybe it’s just because it’s not as wrong now, but how did I not notice while he sat there all last year. His dark hair falls in his face and he has a wicked grin.

  “So what’s the lesson today?”

  I sigh. I am never going to be able to control myself with this kid. I am about to go to him right there in his old desk and release his cock when Cara pops in to talk to me. She sees Lucas and starts, but her surprise turns to a smile.

  “Hi, Lucas. How are you?”

  “Hey, Mrs. Miller. I’m great. Thanks.”

  “Are you going to college this year?”

  “Nah. Taking some time off. Figuring myself out and all. Just thought I would come by and see how Miss Lawlor was doing, see if she needed anything at all. She was always such a source of inspiration to me when I went here. I can’t even tell you how happy I am to have had her.” The way he emphasizes had her makes me flush up past my ears, but Cara doesn’t notice. She’s excited to hear a student be so grateful to a teacher. I wonder what she’s think if she knew exactly why Lucas was so grateful.

  “That’s wonderful. Listen, I was just talking about you today. Do you still see Tim Pollen around?”

  “Eh. Once in a while. He’s kinda a permanent fixture in town, I guess.”

  “That’s true,” Cara says. “Well, listen, I hear he’s into some shady stuff. Be careful, okay, Lucas? You were always a good kid. Even with…” She stops herself from saying “Even with everything with your sister,” but Lucas still hears it. His eyes grow dark and his jaw tightens, but he manages a “thank you.”

  Cara makes small talk for a little longer and then leaves. “Bitch,” Lucas grumbles under his breath and I don’t feel like defending her. I just want him, to touch him, to loosen that tightness that has now settled into his shoulders as well.

  I lock my door, thankful for the window shades they installed last year as some kind of weak security measure, and isolate us from the rest of the building. One of the secretaries comes over the intercom as I walk toward Lucas, calling some kid to the office, and he laughs.

  “This is just so fucking hot,” he tells me.

  Really, it is just so fucking wrong, but as he undoes his pants and brings out his smooth, hard cock, I don’t care. I swallow it, my tongue circling the head, and I am hungry for him. Lucas moans and calls my name and I realize I should tell him my first name, but there is something incredibly sexy about him calling me Miss Lawlor, It just makes this even more fucked up, which makes me even wetter.

  “Go to the chalkboard and pretend to teach,” Lucas croaks. I want his cock, but I love his twisted mind and I do, writing his name on the board. I turn and look at him and his hand is stroking fast up and down his shaft.

  “Don’t you fucking come in my classroom,” I tell him.

  “Don’t worry, Miss Lawlor. You’re gonna swallow every last fucking drop.”

  I reteach my lesson from yesterday, watching Lucas jerk off, his cock getting darker and darker as he gets closer to climax. Suddenly, he cries out, “Miss Lawlor, I need you.” I run to his side, dropping to my knees, and swallowing the fucking geyser of cum that shoots out of him just as I wrap my lips around the head. He shoves his cock deep and I lick him dry, loving how he tastes. After he’s done quivering, I sit back on my heels, and smile at him.

  “My turn,” I tell him.

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  We go to my desk, which I cleaned off earlier throughout the day, and I lie back across it. Lucas doesn’t take my skirt off, but pushes it up to my waste, and he swirls a finger around my distended clit. I want his cock, but I know he’ll need time, and I am happy to let him make me come another way in the meantime.

  “You’re not wearing any panties,” he observes.

  “They’re in my desk,” I explain.

  “Give them to me.” I do and he breathes them in, sighing, and then shoves them in my mouth. It should be gross, but tasting myself is actually incredibly erotic, and Lucas goes down to get his own taste. I feel his tongue begin to explore my folds, and completely immerse myself in the motions. This kid is pretty fucking impressive for someone so young. He brings me right to the edge and then cruelly backs away, his face glazed from being deep in my pussy.

  “No,” I beg.

  “I want to fuck you, Miss Lawlor.”

  I want it, too, but I am still aching and I worry a little that it will hurt. However, as he strokes me and gets me even wetter, I realize I don’t care, and when he climbs on top of me on my desk, I just want him to destroy me. He lifts my legs so my feet are resting on his shoulders and then his cock slams deep, releasing the orgasm he had teased to the precipice with his tongue.

  “Scream, bitch,” he demands, and I do. I do his bidding, knowing that there could be kids
in the hall, that other teachers could hear, that if anyone is still in the building when we leave it will mean a million questions. And still I scream, because fucking him is greater than anything I have experienced in my life until now. And I want more and more.

  Shit, Lucas knows how to make me come. I can’t believe how big he is, how good he is, and how much stamina he has. I am shaking and weak by the time I come several times, but he just keeps pumping. Maybe it’s the drugs, which are obviously unhealthy, but he is a fucking machine. I want to feel guilty that this kid’s life is a mess, that I am supposed to be the nurturing role model in his life, but I can’t when he’s buried in my pussy, because I just want him so fucking bad. And he refuses to stop. I’ll be dead before he stops.

  “I’m never gonna stop pounding you, Miss Lawlor,” he says, confirming my concern and my hope.

  “You’re going to kill me,” I tell him.

  This just makes him more aggressive and he growls again, slamming his fists down by my face, and fucking me even harder. In ordinary circumstances, it might be scary and I might be in pain from how rough he is, but I can’t feel anything but endless waves of pleasure between my legs. Shit. Something is wrong with me and I am going to pay for this later when I can’t stand up. Lucas bites along my neck, getting more intense, until he breaks skin right by the place where my neck meets my shoulders. I’m going to need a turtleneck tomorrow.

  Somehow, eventually, he slows down and, then, with almost no warning, he lets out a guttural cry and pulls out, coming all over my legs. It reaches the edges of my skirt, which is just one more mess I am going to have to deal with, but I don’t care. Hell, I won’t even be able to move when he is ready to leave.

  Panting, he collapses into my desk share and strokes himself lazily while I watch him. I can only turn my head, now that my body has been violated and used like it was. My toes are still curled and the nerve endings in my legs are still sparking.

  “What are you doing,” I ask, gesturing to him running his gripped fist up and down on his cock.

  “Getting ready to fuck you again,” he tells me.

  “Lucas, I don’t think I can do it again,” I admit, but his eyes grow furious. He leans closer and kisses me roughly.

  “You’ll fuck me when I want to fuck you. You got it? And you’ll love every fucking second of it.”

  Although he’s right, it makes me nervous. I don’t date much, but the guys I do date are usually shy, a little nervous, and certainly not rough. Lucas intimidates me, even though he is so young. I know he’s gotten involved with drugs and after what I heard today about fighting and Kade and Tim, it’s scary. He’s always been a bit of a loose cannon, but now he seems to have support for the behavior. I don’t go for aggressive guys, although what’s happening between my legs seems to disagree.

  “Lucas, maybe this is a bad idea,” I say.

  “Is it?” He smirks and then spits on his hand, shoving himself inside of me. All of my mental warning alarms are blaring, but his fingers are too distracting. I am ready to fuck him again, and I let it go. If he’s this good, who cares?

  “Oh, God,” I moan and he makes me come one more time. He’s starting to get hard, but I am nervous about having sex again in my classroom. Luckily, he says something before I have to try to break it to him.

  “I want you to take me home with you,” he demands. “We can’t get as wild as I would like here, although it’s been really fucking fun. One fantasy realized.”

  “Okay, but I need to stop at the store first,” I say. “I have no food or anything.”

  He grabs my hand and places it over his cock. “You’re not gonna be eating, unless it’s my cock. And I can’t wait. So unless you want me to bend you over the fucking watermelons in the produce aisle, I suggest you stop tomorrow. Because I need in you and it needs to happen soon.”

  Lucas scares me, but damn, he is fine. Against all reasonable sensibilities, I forego the store.

  Three

  No one at work knows I dance in the evenings and on the weekends. I know the assumptions people make about strippers, and they are not true about me. I barely have time for sex, and most of my sexual experiences are hungry and quick. I am also not a whore and I have never been one to put sex and orgasms over my other basic needs. However, Lucas has awoken in me some kind of animal, a sex-starved, needy, and submissive animal.

  He doesn’t waste any time when we get into my apartment. He rips my clothes off of me, tearing them all, except for the red skirt, which is careful with and places on a side table. I don’t know why I feel vulnerable when I am naked, since I do this for money, and Lucas himself has seen it, but I do. He undresses and I stare at his bulging, swollen cock. How can he possibly be that fucking horny again? I feel like I have been ripped apart.

  “Dance for me,” he says and sits on my couch, rubbing himself and smiling.

  “What do you mean?” I ask.

  “Do your fucking stripper thing for me. And then, when I tell you, I want one hell of a fucking private lap dance.”

  I dance, teasing him, touching myself, and watching him jerk off as he stares at me. The precum at the tip of his head is starting to leak down his cock, but he doesn’t change his pace at all. Just up and down on his shaft repeatedly while I watch. I’m surprised his hand can even fit around it. I end my number as I always do, by bending over to give him a shot of my cunt, and he makes a noise between a howl and a grunt.

  “Now, bring it over here and give me that lap dance.”

  Having never given a lap dance to a naked guy before, I struggle to figure out to do it without having him enter me. He clearly doesn’t want that yet, though, because he continues to stroke himself. I balance myself over him and grind against him, just brushing the tip with the edges of my pussy. Lucas smiles and then grabs my hips, forcing me down over him, and there it is again – the almost instant orgasm as he stretches me wide. My entire body is exhausted and I nearly collapse, but Lucas holds me and slides me up and down on top of him. This guy has the physical prowess of a fucking monster. I am like a ragdoll in his arms while he just moves me around on his cock.

  “You seem tired,” he observes.

  “Well, I didn’t get much sleep last night, and you’ve basically fucked me nonstop for almost a full day.”

  “I don’t like that you’re tired. I want you to keep up with me. And you need to be able to focus at school. You’re a teacher, for Chrissake. You need to be able to focus on those kids. They need you.”

  “It’s only a few nights a week,” I argue.

  “Too bad. I want you to quit. And before you bitch about the money, I will take care of that part. But I want this pussy all to myself and I don’t like the idea of creepy old dudes seeing it. You’re mine. I am going to own you and I don’t share.”

  I want to argue, to demand that he not try to control me, but first of all, I love how cocky he is, because it makes me feel like someone is looking out for me. And also, I am struggling to continue the conversation with him thrusting inside my cunt. I don’t know how he can keep bouncing up and down on the couch, slamming his cock into me, and still maintain a normal conversation. It’s as if he can’t stop.

  By the time I finish again, I need him to stop, however, because it’s getting painful and I think he has fucked me dry. He tosses me onto the couch and I am about to protest when he gets on top of me, but then he moves upward and teases my lips with his cock. I’m exhausted, but I can suck him off if it gives my pussy a rest.

  Tasting myself on him is weird, but pretty sexy, and I lick him clean before I focus on getting him to come. He holds my head in his tight grip and pushes downward so I can’t move while he forces his cock deep down my throat. I am desperate for air by the time the warm load spurts onto my tongue.

  He sits beside me and looks me over. “I guess if you want to eat something now, we can order food. But we need to talk about some rules.”

  I take his cell phone and call in a pizza, but I can’t get
off the couch. It takes all my energy just to hand him his phone when I am done.

  “Okay, Miss Lawlor,” he starts.

  “Call me Savannah,” I suggest.

  “No. Miss Lawlor, because you were my teacher and I want to fuck you like my teacher. I love how fucking dirty it is.”

  “Whatever you want, Lucas.”

  “Good. That’s the first rule. I own you now. I want you when I want you and how I want you. There will be no complaints, no arguments, and no exceptions.”

  “What about school?” I ask.

  “You will keep teaching, of course. And I will spend my afternoons trying not to jerk off everywhere thinking about you there, with that gorgeous ass, getting all the boys hot and hard.”

  “I don’t fuck my students,” I tell him.

  He smiles. “Of course not.”

  “You’re no longer my student. And this is not normal.”

  “Well, that’s good. Because I am a jealous guy and I don’t want anyone looking at you.”

  “Okay, but you really need to be less angry. It’s kind of scary.”

  “You’ll deal with it, because I fuck you like nobody’s business, and that anger is what keeps me on top.”

  I am tempted to use this comment as an entry into asking him about the rumors, but he keeps going.

  “There are things I need to do many nights. You can’t be included in those things. So on those nights, you will be home as soon as school is over, and I will fuck you quick. Then, I want you to promise me that you will spend at least an hour playing with your hot pussy and thinking of me. And I will be getting you plenty of toys to keep it entertaining.”

  I nod, because I don’t trust myself to speak.

  “So, are we clear?”

  “Can I ask you about the drugs, Lucas?”

  “No. You won’t ask me where I go at night, about anything involving drugs, who I am with, or my sister. I promise you I will not even look at another girl, but the shit I am involved in is complicated and dangerous. I don’t want to drag you into it, and I certainly don’t want anyone thinking I am attached to you.”