Mr. Fisher.
He's the kinda teacher who would decide to become a professor because dominatrix work doesn't pay well.
He's the kinda guy if someone says 'did you here, Mr fisher got arrested for selling human skull ashtrays' and you'd think 'yeah that makes since'
He's the kinda teacher that would probably make kids lick his boots for extra credit.
And I am the only one stupid enough to do it.
Because my only goal this year is to become Mrs. Fisher.
Or at least get to taste his insides from both holes.
I walk into my first period with a little pep in my step even though I was late only to stop a few seconds before I crush the small egg-shaped object on the floor.
I bend down and instantly recognize it and smirk.
Horny kids.
I think quickly putting it in my pocket.
I take my seat in the back of the class before scanning the room for any girl or guy for that matter who was doing the 'If I move too much I'll cum' style of sitting but no one seems particularly bothered.
So I pull out the remote to see that currently it was off so maybe no one had it inside of them.
Maybe it got snagged or fell out of someone's bag.
I think flipping the switch from off to on.
I still scan the room only for the sound a marker hitting the ground caused me to look up.
Mr. Fisher stood at the board reviewing the morning work, but it seemed like the moment I flipped the switch he dropped the marker.
No.
I'm not this lucky.
I think as he bends down to pick up the marker I send it to two and his back stiffened but he stands before turning back to the board.
"Where was I?" He said not showing any other sign of discomfort.
So I turn it off and he seems to relax as he explained the work.
But I move the switch back to two and his voice hitches.
No. I think again before smiling and cranking it up to four.
His legs and hands begin to shake as he starts to stutter and I cross my legs to hide my hard on.
I wonder if anyone else noticed it. He was good at hiding it and I wonder how often he does this.
I can believe I'm teasing the insides of my fucking crush and what's worse I could tell him and what could he do?
I smile more before turning it off and he exhales.
Hmm I wonder if I could train him without him knowing.
I can probably recite each lesson he taught from watching every moment of him and I know he says 'tends to' way too often so I wait and the moment he says it. I turn it on to five.
He chokes on the next word and I give him fifteen seconds and I turn it off.
A few moments later he says it again and I chuckle and before turning it on. This time I let it run for thirty seconds.
Finally I turn it off and he tries to relax.
After a few moments he passes back papers and I take mine looking up at him.
"You did good Marcus. Now if you can show up on time, and stop coming in smelling like you rubbed one off in the bathroom I'd be impressed." He says only I smile.
You have no idea how often I did just to be able to shave his hand with my jizz on it, and he recognized the smell.
I quickly get an idea before scribbling down two words on it.
"Mr. Fisher I think you graded this wrong." I say and he looks as if I called his mother a whore.
He storms over to me and I realize how hard he was walking and turn the switch to six.
He stops mid stride and I smirk but he still ends up at my desk.
I show him the paper and he stares at it while I stare at him.
I know
"What the hell are you talking about." He says and I smile before flipping the switch to eight and he instantly starts to turn crimson.
"I'd like to talk to you after class to fix your grade." He says and I smile.
"I'm looking forward to it." I say.
*
Class ended and I smiled while remaining in my seat as he send everyone off before finally fixing a gaze that would have probably killed me if it didn't turn me on.
He was like Medusa only, only one part of me was hard as stone.
He storms over and I smile as he makes it to my desk and I pull out the remote.
"I didn't think you would do these things and in school none the less." I say getting ready.
I would start with light black mail. Then make him fall in love with me.
"I would hate for the school board to find out." I say only he doesn't look effected.
"If you want money then name your price." He says and I smirk.
"Why don't you pay with your body." I tease trying to get a reaction out of him.
"Fine." He says pulling out a pen.
He grabs my hand before scribbling on it.
"It my address. Be there no later then 10. 8 if you want dinner first." He says before picking up the remote and walking back over to his desk.
What was that? It was like he was setting up tutoring seasons.
God I love that man.
*
Of course I arrived at eight and was met by a shitty apartment complex and I smile walking over to the door just to be met by some tall guy who looked like he would do a pound of coke then try to fight god.
"Uh, I'm looking for Michael Fisher." I said and the guy looks annoyed.
"Mike hasn't been here in three years if he's a guy of yours you're looking in the wrong place." He says and it instantly pisses me off.
That adorable devil.
*
I arrive at school and instantly headed to his class to see him prepping.
"You're shitting me right?" I say and he frowns.
"What?" He asks and I smile.
"You sent me to your ex's place?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about?" He says and I realize where this was going.
"Well then I guess I'll go talk to head of administration." I say and he smirks sending waves of electricity through my whole body.
"It's no secret that I'm a stern but effective teacher, and what are you just another kid who's holding on by his teeth to stay above water. You do pretty well in my class but maybe today I cought you cheating. Maybe right now I'm talking to you about concerns I have about the work you've been doing. Maybe you feel like it's the only thing you have left. Do you really think they'll believe just some twenty year old with no evidence but everything on the line?" He says calling my bluff and even though it pisses me off, this is the manipulative side of him that I love.
