Author: Facade
Title: Tantalus
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: A gambler gets in a hole he can't pay his way out of. 
His efforts to fix the problem only make it worse, as he 
inadvertently gives control over his life and family to another man.
Keywords:  MF, blackmail, nc, cheat, wife, wl, oral, piv

Tantalus

Chapter 1 -

Eric sat in his car staring at the wheel. His thoughts raced
around him as he tried to brace himself for the confrontation he
was about to walk into. He could do this, he thought, biting his
lip. He had to.

He opened the car door and stepped out into the dark parking lot.
Locking his car behind him he began walking towards the building.
Loose asphalt crunched with every forced step. He was beginning
to sweat now, his hands were beginning to shake. When he got to
the door he took one last longing look back towards his car. He
indulged in a fantasy were he simply left all this trouble behind
him, went back home, and never had to deal with what was to come.
The fantasy was fleeting. He had gotten himself in too deep to be
allowed to walk away. He didn't know what he was going to say
when he got in there but whatever it was he would have to say it.
Eric sighed, then pried open the door.

"Welcome to T.G.I. Friday's. We're a little busy right now so
there might be a little bit of a wait," the hostess said.
Compared to the silence he had been sitting in for the last
fifteen minutes the restaurant was deafening. Cutlery clashed on
plates, patrons at the bar shouted at their sports teams to put
up more points or their bartender to put out more drinks,
families laughed as they shared their stories, and Eric found it
all a little more than he could handle.

"No, its fine," he told her. "I'm actually meeting someone here."
She might have said something along with the nod she gave him but
Eric didn't hear it. He scanned the building and didn't see his
man, so he walked back further. The booth he was looking for was
tucked back in a corner of the restaurant. Of course.

Eric sat down and looked at the man across the table from him.
Arthur, at 6'4", was taller than Eric. He kept his black hair
buzzed to around half an inch in length. That incredibly dark
hair made his blue eyes seem piercing and Eric guessed that
Arthur knew it well. While Arthur was in very good shape the most
intimidating thing about him by far were those eyes. When Arthur
leveled his gaze at you it felt like you were being singled out
and taken in. It was like having a spotlight on you.

Arthur was giving Eric that look right now. "You're late," he
said. "I'd say I was surprised but honestly I suppose it makes
sense. Another ten minutes though and we would have had a
problem."

"I'm sorry, you know how northbound traffic gets on Sunday
nights." Eric hadn't been stuck in traffic of course. He had been
sitting in his car. Arthur probably knew this but it was
important for Eric to keep up appearances. On that note he made a
conscious effort to steady himself.

Arthur waved the waitress over to their booth. "Could I trouble
you for another?" he asked, handing her his drink. She nodded
then asked if Eric wanted anything. Eric was about to tell her he
was fine when Arthur said "He'll have another of mine. Thank you
dear." When the waiter had gone Arthur turned to Eric and said
"Don't worry, its on me. Its the least I can do." Eric didn't
offer his thanks.

The two sat in silence until the waitress returned with their
drinks. Arthur began nursing his but when he noticed that Eric
wasn't drinking, he asked "I bought you a drink and you don't
even touch it? That's just rude Eric."

"I don't really feel like drinking." Eric said, staring hard at
Arthur.

Arthur ignored the look and replied "I would have figured
differently. That's why I bought it after all. I thought it would
make it easier for you to tell me you don't have my money."

They'd finally gotten down to business. Eric ran his hand across
his face then looked back to Arthur. "You're not wrong. I don't
have your money. Not all of it at least. I didn't come empty
handed though. I have a small payment now. I thought that maybe
we could set up a payment plan of sorts. If we could keep the
payments at this," Eric slid an envelope across the table, "with
payments coming once a month, I could get you paid back by the
end of the year."

Arthur peeked inside the envelope, then put it in his pocket.
"No. I'm not a fucking bank, Eric. You're not paying back a loan.
There are no payment plans. You owe me ten grand. I'll be nice
and count what you just handed over towards the principle, since
it was technically on time, but from now on you have one month to
get me my money. Each week you don't I'm charging five percent
interest. If by the end of the month you haven't handed over the
cash then I'm going to start seizing assets."

"Ok, maybe the payment plan was on too long of a time frame for
you. I could maybe double it,"

"No. What did I just say Eric. I'm not a fucking bank." Arthur
was staring straight at Eric and that gaze made it quite clear
that this was not a negotiation. Eric was lost. He had known his
original offer was never going to fly but had thought that maybe
he could get an extension of some kind. Arthur clearly was not in
the bargaining mood.

"Arthur, I can't get you the money in that time frame. You know
that. Taking the hard line stance isn't good for either of us. If
you just give me some leeway you'll make your money back and
that's the point, isn't it?"

"You seem to be deliberately hard of hearing so I'll say it
again. I'm not a bank." Arthur's composure had gone from civil to
threatening; his eyes had widened in anger, his mouth grown
taught, his hand clenched on his glass. "I didn't make you a
loan. I'm not looking for a return on an investment Eric. You
bought a service and are refusing payment. Those are two very
different types of transactions. If you didn't have the money,
you shouldn't have made the bet. I'm not going to save you if you
weren't even willing to save yourself."

Eric started drinking. "Arthur," he said weakly. "I'm just a
teacher. I don't have that money. I have a wife and a daughter I
need to support and I'm the only income. Please, just work with
me here. I'm trying to find a way to get you your money."

"You're a teacher? Then you should know that your 'the dog ate my
homework' is my 'please I have a family'. I hear it all the time,
it changes nothing, and honestly its almost always a lie."

Eric fumbled in his pocket and took out the picture he had
brought with him. "This isn't one of those times." He sat the
picture down on the table for Arthur to see. "That's my wife
Sharon and my daughter Carolyn. Carolyn is taking real estate
classes and Sharon was a stay at home mom until Carolyn moved
out. I just can't fork over ten thousand dollars right now."

Arthur reached for the picture and stared at it silently for a
moment. Eric realized he was holding his breath but let it out
with relief when he saw Arthur start to relax. Arthur handed him
back the picture after a few more seconds. "Look, Eric," his tone
was now remorseful rather than aggressive. "I just can't work
with the schedule you want me to. Truth be told, I was giving you
a lot of room to begin with when I said you had until the end of
the month. That money needs to be somewhere else by the end of
the week. I was essentially fronting you the ten grand for three
weeks. Your payment plan just isn't going to happen."

To Eric's credit he stayed well composed. Inside though he was
reeling. If he had to get that ten grand now his wife would
notice. It would destroy their budget. If he had to stop paying
for his daughter's expenses...this could destroy his family.

"But..." What? Had Arthur just said 'but'? That was what Eric
needed. His whole body tensed up. "I might have a solution for
us. I was going to pay someone with that money. If you do the job
for me I'll wipe your debt. I'll even give you an extra five
grand for it."

This wasn't what Eric had wanted but did he have another choice?
He was basically being offered fifteen thousand dollars for a
job. Suddenly instead of worrying about devastating his family
budget Eric was thinking about supplementing it. There was risk
though. What would he be getting himself into?

"I need to know what you want me to do before I say yes. It's not
worth it if it only gets me further in debt to you."

Arthur laughed at that. "You're right to be concerned. Even I
have to admit that. You don't need to worry though. This is a
walk away job, literally. I can't tell you anything specific
unless you commit because once I do I can't risk you not going
through with it. I will tell you that its completely non-violent
though, if that was a concern for you."

Eric was worried but really what choice did he have? If he said
no, if he lost his his family over this, he would never be able
to live with himself.

"Ok," Eric said, "I'm in."

* * * *

Was that him? That had to be him. Dark red jacket, Packer's cap,
white shoes...there certainly wasn't anyone else wearing all
three. Eric steadied himself, then walked over and sat down on
the bench next to the man. The two of them sat there on their
phones for a few minutes.

After what seemed an interminably long time to Eric the other man
collected his stuff, stood up, and began to walk away. Eric
looked over at where the other man had been just a moment ago and
sure enough there were two credit cards left behind. Eric palmed
them and slipped them into his jacket pocket before going back to
aimlessly staring at his phone. He waited another five or so
minutes before he stood up, grabbed the carry on he had packed,
and left the bench behind.

Eric followed the signs for baggage claim and made his way out of
the airport. When he walked by the guards at the security
checkpoint his heart skipped a beat but they gave him no trouble.
Why should they?

After Eric was outside he made his way over to the parking
structure where he had left his car. He had parked on the
basement level where it was empty. His footsteps echoed around
him, muffled by the dark concrete. Arthur was leaning against his
car, waiting for him.

"How you doing Eric."

"Could be worse." Eric reached into his jacket and handed Arthur
the two cards he had picked up.

"I told you it would be a walk in the park," Arthur said.
"Easiest money of your life I'd wager."

That had been bothering Eric actually. All he had had to do was
pick up a few cards from a drop in the airport. Was that really
worth fifteen thousand dollars? What had he actually just done?
"I've worked harder for money, we'll see if that means it was
easier."

That got a laugh out of Arthur as he handed Eric back one of the
cards. "It's a pre-paid. Your payment is loaded onto it and ready
to use." Eric took the card from Arthur with a curt nod.

Arthur stood up off of the car and began to walk away but turned
around to say "Eric...I did this because I could tell how much
your family meant to you. Remember that."

Eric's face drew into shame, and while it hurt him to say it, he
replied "Thank you. It's not going to come to this again. I'm
done making bets I can't see through."

If Eric hadn't known better he would have thought the look Arthur
shot him was one of pity. Without saying anything further Arthur
left Eric alone in the garage.

Eric managed to get into his car before he broke down. It was
over. All the tension he had had bottled up inside him came
streaming out and he just at there shaking, his head in his
hands. It was over. Somehow he had made it out. Now he could put
all this behind him. This chapter of his life was closed.

* * * *

Arthur leaned back in his usual booth at the dive bar where he
had set up shop. A little bit of himself hated that he conformed
to cliches (a bookie in a bar?) but he had to admit, it drew in
customers. He had given Eric about two weeks before reaching out.
He wasn't sure what exactly was going to happen here, but he
couldn't imagine he didn't have the upper hand. He had had his
eye out for an opportunity like this for some time and he wasn't
going to let this one slip away because he wasn't prepared.

Arthur had time to order another drink at the bar and do decent
damage to it before Eric walked in. Eric looked painfully
uncomfortable in the bar despite having been there a thousand
times before. He knew every corner of that dimly lit room. That
smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and mold was something he had long
ago grown accustomed to. More over, Eric was quite familiar in
particular with that booth in the back corner, with its faded,
red leather seats and its dark wood table stained from countless
spilled drinks. For all that though, Eric looked like a
churchgoer who'd wandered into a den of sin. His eyes were large
and his body tensed.

Arthur waved Eric over knowing full well that he would know
exactly where to go. With some hesitation Eric moved to the back
of the bar and sat down across from Arthur. "Why am I here," Eric
asked.

"Well that's good," Arthur said back. "Whenever you don't cut to
the chase it's because you have something to hide. I could always
tell which of your bets you couldn't cover by how long it took
you to place them. I take it things are going well for you then,
congratulations."

"That's not an answer," Eric said back. "I got your message and I
showed up, I'd rather not be dicked around."

"There's no reason to be rude. We've been on a first name basis
for almost a year and a half now, maybe I just missed your
company."

"Half a month ago I thought I'd never be back here and now here I
am. I've been going to meetings and I'm pretty sure seeing your
bookie is against the rules. Please, just get to whatever it is
so I can leave."

Arthur nodded his head in acknowledgment. "I'm sorry, I hadn't
considered that you might be in some kind of recovery. I'm not
trying to get you to place another bet. Honestly, I wouldn't
accept it if you tried and I'd be very upset with any of my
colleagues who did."

"That's...considerate of you." Eric said back, his voice a
mixture of confusion and simple thanks.

"Unfortunately, Eric, I haven't brought you here for good news.
Actually, you're not going to be leaving here in a good mood at
all, I don't expect." That had noticeably worried Eric.

"What the hell is going on Arthur."

"Well, here's the thing, as you might have expected I'm not just
involved in gambling. I have my hands in a couple other pockets
as well. This is about the job you did for me."

"I fucking knew it," Eric said through clenched teeth. "I knew
that was going to come back to bite me in the ass."

"Don't be too angry at yourself for doing it. It's not like you
had too many options in front of you."

"What about being angry at you Arthur? You're the one who's about
to do whatever it is you're about to do to me. And you're going
to do it with that fake 'I'm your friend' bullshit you always
use. Can I be angry about that?" Eric's fists clenched up on the
table, his rage was beginning to grow.

Arthur's demeanor snapped into cold professionalism as he softly
told Eric, "You're going to want to calm down. You've never
caused me trouble Eric but you've been around when someone has.
Only a fool doesn't learn from others mistakes."

At that, Eric forced himself to simmer down some. In his
peripheral vision he saw Arthur's muscle sit back down in his
chair. "Just hurry up and fuck me over already."

Arthur was apparently relaxed again because he had laughed at
that. "You'll get the joke in a minute," he told Eric. "As I was
saying, I've called you here about the job you helped me with. I
noticed you've taken the money off the card. The thing is, that
money is directly involved in illicit activities. By taking the
money out of the account, you've become a party to them. For
better or worse, you're involved now."

"God damn it Arthur..."

"The fact of the matter is you're the one who is exposed here.
You're the one who went to an airport to catch a flight, hung
around for a little, and then just left. There's no reason to
think that you're currently suspected of anything but there's
also no reason to think that a nudge in the right direction
couldn't change that. Now..."

"You're blackmailing me," Eric cut in. "I get it. You're
blackmailing me. Just get to it. I told you earlier I'm done
acting as a fucking cat toy for you to swat around." Eric had
thought this might happen. He had been worried about it weeks ago
when Arthur had first offered him the chance at 'redemption'.
What Arthur had said earlier wasn't wrong though. Eric hadn't
left himself much choice at the time, he had had to do it.
Earlier today when Eric had gotten the call to meet Arthur he had
been terrified of this possibility. Now that he knew for a fact
that it was happening the terror had left him. In its place Eric
had simply become removed.

Arthur hadn't expected Eric's resolve. "Fine. One of the other
businesses I'm involved in is pornography. It's almost impossible
to make money in the porn industry for reasons that I'm sure you
know of. There is, however, a niche that we believe people would
be willing to pay for. That niche is actual footage of porn that
has traditionally only been fantasy. One of those subjects is
student-teacher."

"Fuck you," Eric shot back.

"Eric,"

"No. Go to hell. I'm not sleeping with one of my students for
you. Even putting aside the fact that I might lose my job, I'm a
high school teacher."

"Not only do I recommend for your own sake that you pick a
student who is of age, but I insist on it. We don't want the heat
that comes with underage porn."

"It's not happening."

"You don't have a choice here Eric."

"This blackmail goes both ways. What if I were to go to the cops?
I have just as much information to work with here as you do."

"If you think that's true you're an idiot. You don't even have
evidence that there was a crime involved. Even if you did, I'm
insulated from it. It wouldn't cause a single hiccup in my life.
I, however, have enough information on what happened at that
airport to make sure you're ass fucked in a prison for at least
the next ten years."

Eric was smoldering. He had expected to be used for grunt work,
something with exposure that Arthur didn't quite want to put his
own guys on or dish out the hazard pay for. The jobs he had
imagined himself being forced into were so far removed from his
real life that they seemed abstract. This, though, intersected
directly with his real life. It felt personal.

None of that even touched on the fact that he was essentially
being asked to cheat on his wife. He couldn't do that. Sharon was
his world. If it came out he had slept with a student he'd lose
his job and his family in a single stroke. What was their left
for him after that?

Arthur could tell that Eric was struggling to accept this. "What
are you worried about Eric? Losing your job? I could take that
away from you anyways. Losing your wife? Again, I could take her
away from you already. Isn't that how you got here in the first
place? If your wife knew the extent of your gambling problem,
assuming she even knows about it in the first place, or if she
were to find out the terrible criminal dealings you're now
involved in, it would be over anyways."

He was right. All the things he might lose by doing this he would
definitely lose if he didn't. His back was to the wall, and if he
was honest with himself, he had backed into that corner all on
his own. He had no right to rage against it. All he could do was
try and play it out.

"What, exactly, do you want from me."

"It's nothing too much. A video, with audio, of you and a student
together. If you need we can get you a camera to film it on. If
you could make it happen somewhere that looks like its a
classroom or your office that would get you a bonus. The only
other thing is we need her acknowledging that you're a teacher on
film."

"How long do I have."

"Let's say two weeks."

Eric stood up from the booth and asked "Are we done then?" Arthur
nodded back and Eric walked out of the bar.

* * * *

The past hour barely even seemed real to Eric but when he opened
his front door and stepped into his house things seemed to go a
little bit back to normal. The familiarity of his home calmed
Eric. There was nowhere else in the world that he could feel as
comfortable. Raising a family somewhere will do that.

"You're back late," his wife Sharon called from the living room.
Eric walked out of the narrow hallway his front door opened into
and joined his wife on the living room couch. He practically sank
into it. Until that moment he hadn't realized how exhausted he
was. He had been tense for hours, since he had received Arthur's
message.

His wife turned her attention away from the TV to give him a
worried look. "You ok?" she asked him.

"Just a long day," he said. "My boss is really starting to ask a
lot of me." Eric cursed inwardly. It may have been a lie but it
ran a little too close to calling Arthur his boss. That thought
made bile rise in Eric's throat.

"I'm sorry baby," she said. "Are they trying to get you to teach
geometry again?"

"No, its just administrative stuff."

Sharon moved over next to him and rested her head on his
shoulder, placing her hand on his chest. Eric let out a sigh and
leaned his head onto hers. Sharon had always been self-conscious
about her figure but Eric couldn't imagine someone he'd rather
come home to. Sharon was skinny, with B cup breasts and, Eric had
to admit, a flat ass. He didn't mind it at all though, actually
he preferred it. She felt that her vibrantly green eyes clashed
with her light blond hair and in the past had tried dying her
hair darker, but Eric had always loved her natural coloring. Her
face was round, which alongside her small 5'6" build made her,
well, adorable. It made Eric just want to wrap her up in his arms
and hold her.

The two had met in high school. Most people thought it was cute
that the two high-school sweethearts had married but their hands
had been forced. The year Sharon graduated, when she was eighteen
and Eric twenty, she had become pregnant. The couple had decided
that they loved each other enough to tie the knot and try and
raise the kid.

Sharon had always meant to get back to work at some point but
after their daughter was born it had never really materialized.
Eric had managed to put himself through a four-year college with
the financial help of both his and Sharon's parents as well as
more hard work than anything else in his life had taken before or
since. When he managed to land a job at a high school the couple
had taken up root and moved.

They had planned on having another kid some day but they were
stressed enough financially as it was. Carolyn, their daughter,
had just graduated and was in her first semester at a local
college. Eric and Sharon were only just beginning to cope with
the empty nest and had been thinking over their choice not to
have a second child. At the ages 38 and 36 respectively though it
was mostly just daydreaming.

Really the last thing they needed was another kid. The two were
happy. Honestly, they were happier than they deserved. High
school sweethearts who married young at the end of a shotgun
have, and this will no doubt be a shock, a high divorce rate.
With one very large exception the two had had a successful and
happy marriage. This was as close to the dream as either could
have hoped for.

Eric began absent mindedly running his hand through Sharon's hair
as he decompressed and she responded by slowly tracing her
fingers across his chest. "You know," she said, beginning to move
one of her fingers in languid circles, "I might know a good way
to deal with stressful days."

"There's nothing meditative about painting the bedroom. I told
you I'd get around to it later this month."

Sharon laughed a little under her breath, then reached up and
kissed her husband. Eric wrapped his arms around Sharon and
pulled her in close as he kissed her back. Sharon pulled her
mouth away from his, "You're damn right you will."

"Oh?" Eric said. "Make me." He picked Sharon up in his arms and
threw her down on the rest of the couch, landing down on top of
her, his arms pinning her on either side. Sharon shrieked
playfully as she fell before breaking out into laughter as she
pounded her fists against his chest. Eric just ignored her. He
trapped her fists against her chest as he leaned down on top of
her and silenced her laughter with another kiss.

Sharon gave into it as her playful resistance faded. She unpinned
her hands and slipped them under his shirt, running them up and
down his back before she began to slide the shirt off of him.
Eric raised his arms to help then began taking her shirt off as
well. Hurrying, Sharon fumbled at the buttons on his jeans, her
eyes smoldering. Eric sat up to get them off, then reached his
thumbs into the waistline of her shorts. He ran his thumbs over
her hips a few times then pulled her shorts and underwear off in
one fluid motion.

Eric laid back down on top of her, enjoying the sensation of her
naked body against his. He ran his hands down her side, stopping
at her thigh. He moved his hand to her inner thigh and slowly
pushed her legs open before moving his hand up to her sex. Sharon
was already wet and gasped when she felt Eric first push a finger
inside of her.

She pulled his head down and continued to kiss him while her
other hand snaked between her legs to help. She took his hand and
delicately folded another two fingers into position to enter her.
Eric obliged and slipped them inside. He slowly moved his fingers
into and out of Sharon as she rocked her hips in time.

Sharon reached down further and grabbed Eric's cock in one hand
beginning to jerk it in time to his fingering. They lay their in
each other's embrace like that for a while longer, enjoying the
feel of their lover's hands. Then, Eric slid further up Sharon
and pushed himself inside of her. Sharon had become soaked and he
slid in with one thrust. Sharon let her head fall back as a moan
escaped her lips.

Eric pulled himself out almost completely before slowly sliding
back in. Sharon wrapped her arms around his back and pressed
herself against him, rocking her hips faster. On cue, Eric began
picking up speed, pushing himself in and out of Sharon.

Eric moved his hands up above Sharon's head and she responded by
moving her's down onto his waist. He began going more quickly
now, pounding in and out of her as she pulled him along. "Oh,
God" she moaned, "Oh God yes."

Eric looked down at his wife. Her blonde hair was in disarray
around her, her eyes hooded as she took in the feeling of Eric
filling her up. Eric leaned down and gently bit on her neck as he
kept the pace of his thrusting.

Sharon's body began to tense underneath him and her hands found a
firm grasp on his shoulder's. "Don't stop," she panted. "I'm so
close." Eric kept going, moving his mouth up her neck to nibble
on her earlobe. Sharon continued to tense up, then release, then
tense up. Each time she grabbed his shoulders more forcefully.
Then, finally, she began slamming her hips up to meet him as her
guttural moans grew harsher. Her nails dug into his shoulder
blades and he felt her whole body shudder as her orgasm took her.

When it passed Sharon let out a deep breath and ran a hand
through Eric's hair. Satisfied that his wife was satisfied, Eric
let himself slowly edge towards his own climax. He had slowed
down his pace after his wife had cum but he started picking the
pace back up. Sharon's pussy was soaked and Eric couldn't hold
himself back any longer. He slammed into Sharon with one final
thrust. She grabbed onto his hips and held him their as his cum
filled her up.

Spent, Eric collapsed down onto his wife. He just lay there,
burried in Sharon, as she ran her fingers through his short hair.
When he had grown soft he pulled himself out of his wife and they
rearranged themselves so that they were laying side by side on
the couch. "God I love you," Eric told her.

"I love you too baby," Sharon said back, smiling warmly. She
pressed her ass back onto his crotch as she snuggled in more
tightly. Eric cupped one of her breasts in his hand and Sharon
laid her own hand over his. They stayed there like that as the
sound of the TV lulled them to sleep.

* * * *

Eric sat at the front of the classroom, ostensibly grading
papers. His class sat in their desks, ostensibly finishing up the
problems he had put up on the board. Realistically, both were
just moving their pens around and staring blankly at their papers
as they waited for the bell to ring. The class was looking
forward to it. That bell released them to their weekend. Eric,
however, was dreading it.

Saturday would mark the two week deadline that Arthur had given
him. When that bell rang it meant he would have to do what he had
to do or accept whatever Arthur would do if he didn't. Eric knew
he couldn't risk crossing Arthur. He didn't have the cards in
hand to make a stand right now. If he wanted to get out from
Arthur's thumb he would need to comply until he had a move to
make.

Eric had given a lot of thought to how he wanted to do this. As
the youngest male teacher in the school he had a handful of girls
who were unabashedly flirtatious around him. He knew that most of
those girls would follow through on their flirting but he also
knew that by the time they left the room all of their friends
would know about it. He needed a student who would be incentived
not to let it get out.

The bell rang and Eric felt his nerves start to catch up with
him. "You all know the work that's due Monday. Make sure you get
it done, you want to give yourself time to study for the quiz on
Tuesday." Some of the students acknowledged him but most of them
just left the classroom as quickly as they could. Before Eric
knew it he was left alone with his thoughts.

He gathered up his papers and made his way to his office. It was
placed behind a door at the back of the classroom. It was a small
office since Eric hadn't been at this school very long and he was
at the bottom of his department's pecking order.  The door opened
up on the left corner of the office; the office itself measured
only four feet deep and stretched another seven feet down along
the wall it shared with the classroom. Eric's desk rested at the
far wall and most of the rest of the space was taken up by
different cabinets.

Eric sat down at his desk and set the papers he had been
pretending to grade down next to him. The silence in his office
had Eric thinking once more about what he had to do.

When Eric had put his mind to it there was one student that
seemed like the right choice. Sarah Frost was a senior in his AP
calculus class. She was a good student, too. Eric had talked to
her other teachers and she was doing well in all her other
courses. Unfortunately, she was not a very good calculus student.


Sarah had set her sights high and the prospect of taking the D in
calculus that she was looking at was not something that she was
willing to accept. To her credit she had been trying hard; she
studied for every quiz and every exam, completed every
assignment, did everything she could to learn the material. It
didn't seem to be enough though. Some people just weren't meant
for math.

Sarah was the perfect target (and Eric felt his skin crawl when
he caught himself thinking that). She was of legal age, she had
something to gain from sleeping with him and she had a good
reason to keep it quiet. If it got out that she had slept her way
to a passing grade in his course it would be far worse for her
than just taking the failing grade. In Eric's mind that made her
three for three on the checklist.

Eric had his doubts though. Would Sarah actually go that far just
to pass this single class? Was she that worried about just one
grade? Eric thought she might be. She had been trying to flirt
with him in a painfully transparent attempt to get him to be more
lenient with his grading. Did that mean she would sleep with him?
No, but it might. Eric was backed into a corner and she was his
best bet to get out of it.

Eric was snapped out of his thoughts by a knocking on his office
door. He turned around in his seat and standing in his doorway
was Sarah. "Mr. Collins?"

"Oh, hi Sarah. Sorry, I was grading papers. You ready to get
started? I was thinking that we could just work in here today."

"Yeah, that works for me."

Eric stood up and motioned for her to take a seat at his desk. He
moved his papers out of the way and she replaced them with her
notebooks. When Eric had come to the conclusion that Sarah would
be the student he was going for he had offered to tutor her after
school. They had been meeting in his classroom for the last week
and a half. Each time Eric had waited for the opportunity to just
fall into his lap no matter how obvious it was that it wasn't
going to happen. He was out of time now though. He would have to
make it happen himself.

Sarah was opening up her notebooks to the most recent homework
assignment and flipping her textbook to the corresponding page.
Eric had to admit, if he had to sleep with one of his students he
wasn't too upset it was Sarah. She had straight, auburn hair down
past her shoulder blades. She was a little mousy, and her glasses
didn't help that much, but honestly that had never turned Eric
off. Her boobs looked like B cups to him but it was hard to tell
since she never showed them off. Her ass was surprisingly large
considering how small she was. It wasn't big by any means but it
looked like it had something to grab onto.

"I'm having trouble with problem 37," she said, once again
snapping him out of thought.

"What kind of problem is it?" he asked back.

"Function analysis. I don't understand why my graph doesn't look
like the one in the book."

"Well let me see your work," Eric said. He kneeled behind her and
leaned over her shoulder to look at her homework. As he leaned
over he set his right hand down on her thigh. He felt her stiffen
a little at the unexpected contact but she seemed to accept it
without any issue. "Ok, well whats the major difference between
your graph and the right answer?" he asked her.

"Um, well there's a hole on the book's graph. But I don't know
why. I double checked my work and there isn't a critical point
there."

"Well," Eric answered, "you're right about that. You shouldn't be
getting a critical point there." As he talked he kept his hand
still but began to slowly rub her thigh with his thumb. "You're
looking in the wrong place, you're over thinking it. Look back at
the original function and tell me what you see."

Sarah spent longer looking at the problem than she probably
should have but Eric couldn't be sure that wasn't because she was
being distracted. "Oh my god," she finally said. "I'm so stupid.
There's a hole because it's a rational function."

"Good job." Eric squeezed her thigh as he said it and when he
released the pressure he began to move his hand up and down it.
"See? You can do this stuff. Your problem is you get inside your
head and overlook the simple things you already know."

"Um, Mr. Collins?" Sarah was looking down at his hand.

"Yes?" Eric continued to slowly move his hand on her thigh.

Sarah just stared at it for a moment and when she turned to look
at Eric with a confused look on her face he seized the moment.
Eric leaned in and kissed her.

Sarah's initial reaction was shock and she made no move to
reciprocate the kiss. Eric could practically hear the gears
turning in her head as she processed what was happening and what
it meant. After what seemed like an eternity to Eric she returned
the kiss.

He felt her lips part ever so slightly. It was far from the most
enthusiastic kiss he had ever had but she was giving him the
green light. Eric began to push the kiss forwards, opening his
mouth more, and Sarah reciprocated. When Eric slowly started to
use his tongue he found it met by her own. He pushed it between
her lips, gently, and felt her swirl the tip of her tongue around
his.

As the two continued to make out Eric turned his desk chair
around so that their angle was less awkward. His hand became more
adventurous and he ran it up and down the full length of her
thigh. His other hand held the back of her head as he kissed her.

Eric broke the kiss and took a step a back before turning and
walking to the office's open door. Sarah was just staring at him.
"Are you sure you're ok with this?"

Sarah thought for a moment but when she spoke she simply said,
"Yes."

Eric shut and locked the door to his office so that they wouldn't
be disturbed. He quickly shot a glance at the camera he had set
up on a cabinet in the back corner of the room to make sure it
was on. Satisfied that everything was as set as it was going to
be Eric walked back over to Sarah. He reached down and helped her
stand up out of the chair and began to kiss her again. As his
tongue began exploring Sarah's mouth his hands reached down and
grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She broke away from him and
raised her arms over her head to help Eric take the shirt off
then moved back in. Eric's left hand reached up to her back and
held her close to him as he worked to unhook her bra. When it
fell away Eric found himself a little shocked. He had been
expecting B cups but honestly her boobs were not much more than
bee stings.

As Eric began to take his own shirt off Sarah slipped out of her
skirt and underwear. When Eric's shirt cleared his head he found
himself staring directly at Sarah's naked body. She stood there
with her wrists crossed, not really sure what to look at or what
to do with herself. The first thing he noticed was how small she
was. She might have stood around 5'10" but her frame was
miniscule. Eric then found his eyes going further down and he
found his second shock, her bush was hardly trimmed at all and it
was just as auburn as her hair.

"Have you ever, you know, been with someone before?" Eric asked
her. It hadn't actually occurred to him that she might not have.

"A couple times, yeah." she said, thoroughly embarrassed.

Eric had no reason to doubt her. He was a little relieved
actually. He would have felt awful if this had been her first
time. She deserved better than that.

He finished taking his clothes off and when he too was fully
naked he reached out and pulled Sarah against him. He kissed her
once more as his hand reached down and grabbed her ass. He hadn't
been wrong about that, it was the only part of her that had any
meat to it.

Eric spun her around so she was facing away from him and then
pulled her back up against him. The top of her ass cheeks were
pressed firmly against his now hard dick. With his left hand he
began slowly trailing a circle around her nipple, spiraling
inward, until he was gently rubbing her boob. His right hand did
the same thing but then began to slide down her stomach to her
hips and onto her thigh.

As he cupped one of her small breasts he moved his right hand
onto her inner thigh and slowly opened her legs. The hand moved
up her thigh until it rested on the inside cusp of her hip. He
trailed his fingers back up her hip onto her pubis then ran his
fingers down through her pubic hair. With a single finger he
traced her slit down and back up. At first he moved his finger as
lightly as a feather but with each pass he applied just a little
more pressure. Finally Eric slipped his finger inside of her. He
began to work it in and out, slowly, until he felt her start to
moisten. At that, Eric slipped a second finger inside of her and
continued working them in and out of her.

Eric's other hand continued to play with Sarah's breasts,
alternating between cupping them and playing with her nipples.
Feeling Sarah grow wet was making Eric incredibly hard. His hips
rocked as he grinded his cock against her ass cheeks. Sarah
closed her eyes and leaned into it, allowing Eric to continue
fingering her.

At last Eric felt she was ready. He let go of her and sat down in
the chair. He then positioned Sarah so she was facing away from
him and pulled her ass down towards his lap. She got the hint of
what he wanted and lowered herself down. Eric took hold of his
erection and lined it up with Sarah's pussy. Grabbing her by the
hips Eric slowly brought her down onto his cock.

Sarah responded with a sharp intake of breath and Eric moaned. He
began moving her up and down on his dick. Before long Sarah had
gotten the hang of it and was rocking herself on him. Sarah was
bent forward which gave Eric an amazing view as his dick
disappeared into her. Her pussy's lips were spread wide around
him.

Eric had begun thrusting his hips up to meet her each time she
pushed herself down. "Say my name," Eric said, panting.

It took Sarah a moment to realize what he meant. As she gyrated
her hips she began to moan "Fuck me Mr. Collins."

Hearing that flipped something for Eric. He moved her off of his
lap, stood up, and shoved her notebooks off his desk. He took
hold of Sarah's shoulders and bent her over the desk. After he
positioned himself behind her Eric thrust himself back inside of
Sarah. He was pounding her now; each time he buried his dick in
her there was a meaty slap as her ass jiggled. "Oh fuck, Mr.
Collins, oh god," Sarah continued to moan.

Eric grabbed hold of her auburn hair and arched her upper body
back towards him. He felt himself getting closer to orgasm as he
sawed in and out of her pussy. This wasn't how he wanted it to
end though.

Eric pulled out and sat back down in the chair. Sarah moved to go
back to their first position but Eric stopped her. When Eric
pulled her down into a kneeling position before him she
understood. Sarah didn't waste any time and took Eric's dick into
her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock as she sucked
him off.

It was far from the best blowjob he had received but it didn't
matter. He had been close when Sarah had started sucking his dick
but the sight of her doing it was pushing him over the edge. He
had seen Sarah sitting out in his class every day for months. Now
here she was with her lips wrapped around his cock head.

That did it. Eric pushed his dick a little bit further into her
mouth and began shooting his cum down her throat. Sarah swallowed
the first rope but began to cough on the second. She jerked her
head away and in her coughing spat out some of his cum. Eric
wasn't done though and the next few ropes landed squarely on her
face. Eric was exhausted but the sight of Sarah's young face
covered in his cum, strands of it dripping off her chin, almost
had him ready to go again.

Instead Eric just leaned back in his chair and let out a breath
he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Sarah silently cleaned
herself off and got dressed again. Eric joined her in putting
back on his clothes. He knew the look he saw in Sarah's eyes. It
wasn't sexual satisfaction; it was shame. Now that Eric wasn't
lost in a nubile fantasy he was barely keeping the tide of his
own shame back.

When Sarah was ready to go she made her way to the office door.
After she unlocked it, she turned back around and for the first
time since Eric had kissed her made direct eye contact. "Needless
to say, I'm getting an A in this class and the most glowing
recommendation of my life."

Eric stared at her, a little taken aback by her sudden
conviction. "Needless to say," he replied, "no one ever knows
about this." The two held eye contact for a couple of seconds
before both looked away. Sarah left the office and closed the
door after her and only then did Eric allow himself to feel what
was coming.

What had he just done? Sarah was his student. She was a high
schooler. Had he really just fucked her in his office? Everything
he had built his life around, his family, his job...it was all
opposed to what he had just done.

Oh god, Sharon. He'd just cheated on Sharon. How could he have
done that? The one major fight they had ever had, the only time
they had ever come close to leaving one another, had been when
Eric had found out that Sharon had slept with someone else. It
made sense, he knew. At the time they had only ever been with
each other. Of course she had gotten bored, searched for
something else. He had been getting bored himself. That had
almost destroyed them though. Now he had done exactly the same
thing knowing full well how much it would hurt Sharon if she ever
found out.

Eric stood up and turned off the camera. At least this would get
Arthur off his back. That was the one and only good thing to come
out of today.

* * * *

Sharon was in the kitchen making dinner when she heard the knock
on the door. She turned the stove down a little then walked over
to the front door. When she opened it up a man with short black
hair and shockingly blue eyes was standing on her porch.

"Hello, Mrs. Collins?" he asked. "My name is Arthur. There's
something we need to talk about."