ILLICIT

Dirty Teacher

I won't be toyed with as the tension grows around the room. The echo of my hand slamming against the top of the desk gets everyone's attention, including hers.

"Miss Nichols." My voice bellows, keeping everyone's attention on me. "Are you present?"

"Yes, sir." Her lips are a shade darker than the bubblegum. I can hardly keep my eyes off her, but the last thing I need is students thinking anything of this blossoming infatuation.

It takes me a few more minutes to get through the names. Once I'm done, my erection dies down. Thankfully so because being able to stand makes me effective at my job.

"Good morning everyone. Once again, my name is Mr. Montoya. Feel free to call me Mr. Montoya. I am taking over for Miss Adelaide. You all had homework assignments due?—"

A student's hand shoots up. She volunteers her name first. "Casey, Mr. Montoya. If Miss Adelaide was only supposed to take the week off and then decided to quit, how did you get her notes and stuff about us? It's unfair if you ask me. Also, it's biased of you to make judgments off another teacher's observations. Therefore, you should give every single one of us a passing grade for the midterm. There's no way you can grade us fairly."

I nod and flip through the thick binder given to me by Miss Adelaide herself. "Casey Dupree. Constant questions and anenthusiastic debater. Don't give in to test dismissal and easy grades."

The class snickers, and the student blushes.

I offer a smile to call a truce so she won't challenge me much. "To answer your question, Miss Dupree, Miss Adelaide's been preparing to leave for some time now. I was brought in a few weeks ago to get up to speed. Now, I understand we were in the middle of presentations for plans after graduation. Who was next?"

My eyes scan the room. I don't know why I expect anyone to volunteer, so I give them fair warning. "If no one wants to go, you'll force me to pick someone."

Not a single hand.

"Fine, Madison Nichols," I call out to the young woman who has me ready to lose my job by ogling her. My heart slams against my ribcage as she pushes away from her desk, squeezing her tits to give me a peek at the hot pink bra under her v-neck shirt. Her white v-neck shirt that's a rainy day or fire sprinkler mishap away from showing me the sculpted tender young body underneath it.

The shirt stops right above the waistband of her shorts, teasing me with glimpses of her belly button. I wonder if she's as blonde down there as she is up top.

Madison knows exactly how to tease the guys in the room and make the girls envious. She's older than most of the students. 19 according to the school's records, but there's still something innocent she's hiding under her alluring gestures.

"Name's Madison Nichols and my plans after graduation include absolutely nothing. In conclusion, I'd like to say that taking time off from school is not for the faint of heart. Most of you need structure in your lives so you follow all the rules that society tells us to secure a future. For a lot of you, the future includes a nice cozy desk job, and a decent career, but is that all you want out of life?"

A few students mumble their aversion to the boring nine-to-five life she's describing. Madison's stature at 5'9 makes her worthy of a modeling contract, but her ability to speak shows so much potential. I wish she would have taken the assignment more seriously.

She continues to hold her classmates' attention. "You're going to reach a point where you have to decide if you're going to stick to societal norms or break the mold to go after what you want. You only reach a million dollars after you break the mold. The choice is yours. Follow the rules or follow the rules to life."

"Do you have plans to reach a million dollars?" Casey, the inquisitive one, interjects with half a smile.

Madison shrugs. "I can reach a million by following the rules of life."

Now she has my attention by the balls. I'm not ready for her to go back to her seat. I prod her to continue. "Explain to your classmates the difference between following the rules and following the rules of life."

Madison's blue eyes sparkle with delight at my attention before she hops her perky ass on top of my desk. I take a few steps back to lean against the wall in the corner, to give her as much space as possible. I don't want to be too close or else I may lose myjob. I want to bend her over that desk and smack that perfectly palmable ass of hers.

I have to stop thinking about her like this. She's a fucking student.

"So, for those of you who are blissfully unaware, there are three types of people in the world. The best, those trying to be the best, and those who don't care to compete. Follow the rules. You graduate, you go to college, or you get a job. You do what you're told and eventually, you get enough courage to ask for a raise."

She takes a pause and has the entire class waiting with bated breaths. Madison is swimming in the attention, but I toss my gaze out of the window.

"Continue, Miss Nichols," I instruct lazily.

I can hear the frustration in her sigh as she shifts her weight on the desk. My peripheral catches another glimpse. This time the back of her shorts rides up just enough for me to see her skin, bronze from tanning. My tongue moves across my top lip, but I keep my face toward the window.