This is a sexual story written and copyrighted by me, Shon Richards. Please don't post, repost or place on your website without asking me first. Please send comments to shonrichardshsd@earthlink.com. For more stories of Amy and Bethany, check out /~shonRichards/ Never been Stroked By Shon Richards It was a frightening mission. Bethany Taylor was nervous, more nervous than she was last week when marksmen were shooting at her. These psychopaths were amateurs, filled with rage and hormones that were barely held in check by a minimum of self-restraint. Even the halls creeped her out as they recalled to her terrible memories of battles fought in the past. "Oh well, I might as well start," the tense blonde whispered to herself. The warning bell had ringed and now a fresh pack of predators were looking at her. She resolved to show no fear and to isolate her target as soon as possible. "Good morning class, I'm your substitute teacher for today. You can call me Miss Taylor." The class said nothing. The teenage boys were amazed that teachers could be as sexy as Bethany while the girls of the class instantly hated the busty blonde like only insecure girls could. Bethany was wearing what she thought was modest clothing: a long sleeved white blouse that clung to her curves and a simple black skirt. Her golden hair was pulled back in a bun but there was no hiding how soft and alluring her hair was. She was also wearing black-rimmed glasses to make her look more cerebral but unfortunately it only made her look more commanding. Half the males in the class were staring at her to remember her when they masturbate next. Bethany continued with her speech. "Since this is a computer science class, I'm sure all of you won't mind if I just let you play videogames today. I'm not very proficient with these computer things, so I'll just stay out of your way today." The class applauded. Bethany resisted a smile. The savages had been calmed and since this was third period, the mission was almost over. She consulted the seating chart left by Mr. Sanders. She did allow herself a smile over Mr. Sanders. The computer teacher met with an unfortunate accident last night when Bethany's booted heel repeatedly connected with his forehead. With Bethany's computer skills, she was able to insert her name into the list of substitute teachers which brought her one step closer to her target: Eleventh Grader and destructive computer hacker; Ryan Frase. Bethany allowed the class a few minutes to get distracted and considered her options. The young man was sitting alone in the back of the classroom. She found it hard to believe that this skinny geek with the wild red hair and massive freckles had brought Bethany's company, Diligent Enterprises, to their corporate knees. In a midnight rampage, Ryan had hacked deeper into Diligent Enterprises computers than anyone had accomplished before. He was just shy of the files on cyborg politicians when the computer system had finally kicked him out. If he had succeeded, then the company would have resorted to using one of their orbital lasers when they tracked him to his home address. Instead, he now had to deal with one of their best corporate agents. Bethany wondered if the kid had any idea of how lucky he was. She considered several options of removing him from any witnesses before finally settling on one. Bethany got up and walked around the class; trying to look stern and nonchalant at the same time. Her heels clicked on the floor and drowned out the sighs of the teenage boys she passed by. Slowly, she made her way to Ryan, standing behind him as he typed away with blazing speed. Maybe it was the High School setting that inspired her plan. "Young man, is that a porn site you're on?" Bethany asked in a stern voice. Ryan spun around, a blush almost overwhelming his freckles. The class laughed and Bethany felt a twinge of pity. His screen was filled with code that Bethany could already tell was rather intricate and specialized. There was genius in his mind but his peers easily shamed him. Squashing any mercy within her, Bethany scowled. "You're coming with me young man, right to the principal's office!" she commanded. "Turn off that filth before we leave!" "But it's not porn!" Ryan whined. Bethany growled. The stupid kid was going to complain. Her hand shot out to his neck and applied a painful pinch. Ryan's face contorted with pain. The kid might be a master of future technology but Bethany was a master of a more ancient technique. "Turn it off," she commanded again. There was no since in his code being copied or seen by others. She had mentioned porn, someone was bound to see if he had any and then where would her story be? The painful neck pinch also encouraged Ryan to rise and walk with her. Bethany told the class to behave in her absence and led the young hacker out the door. This was going to be easier than she thought. "The best part is that slut, Amy, isn't anywhere to be found," Bethany mused. ~~~ "Amy Valentine, FBI," Amy lied to the terrified school principal. She flashed her badge and he read the false identification. "We have reason to believe that a student of yours is hacking into the President's personal files." It was a weak lie, but it was better than telling him that Amy was a hired gun for Paragon Industries, a major corporation that took offense when kids broke into their computer systems and changed their entire payroll to buy out to a Seymour Butts. "Holy shit," the balding principal replied. "Holy shit indeed," Amy said in return. She was looking very intimidating today. She was wearing a formal black suit that somehow managed to cling to her nicely shaped legs and ass. Her brown hair was loose around her face, framing dark sunglasses that obscured her eyes. "I thought FBI agents traveled in pairs?" the principal asked. Amy frowned. That was a good question. She worried briefly about her sex appeal since it didn't distract him from thinking clearly. There was nothing to worry about. After years of watching teenage girls walking through the school wearing less and less clothing, the principal was immunized against any form of sexual arousal. "My partner is waiting in the car, so he can coordinate a rescue team if your kid goes mental," Amy thought quickly. "Oh," the principal answered nervously. "Well, Ryan is in Mr. Zanders' computer class right now. It's the second building from here, on the second floor. It's room 211. I can buzz the room and tell the teacher you're coming." "No," Amy snapped. "I don't want to give the punk any warning. Just remain quiet and I'll handle this. This is what they pay me the big paychecks for." ~~~ "Where are we going?" Ryan complained as Bethany dragged him by the ear to the girl's bathroom. She kicked open the door and swung Ryan inside. "What are we doing here?" he asked and the busty blonde threw him up against the far wall. "Jesus! Who are you?" he demanded. Bethany walked up to him, her face impassive and her breasts swaying with each step. She unpinned her blonde hair and shook her head until the blonde tresses cascaded free. The blonde stared him in the eye and smiled. "Quit asking questions and listen," she said. "Diligent Enterprises was not amused with your break-in last night. You made a mockery of our defenses and you cost us a fortune in upgrading our security. What are you looking at?" "Nothing!" Ryan snapped in fear. His eyes just couldn't rise above those wonderful mounds she carried in front of her. "Pay attention!" Bethany said. "Our computers are the backbone of our company and we can not tolerate threats. Quit looking at my tits!" "Sorry!" Ryan answered back. He looked at her face and tried to listen to her but it was impossible. She was saying something about his fun last night and he knew he was in trouble but she was stacked! Her tits were bigger than Angie Brewer's in English class! Ryan just watched as the white material of her shirt just seemed to stretch with every breath the woman took. "Damn it!" Bethany snarled. The buttons flew off her shirt as she ripped her blouse open. Ryan gasped at the sight of the white lacy bra that held her amazing cleavage. Bethany pulled her left bra cup down and placed Ryan's hand on her bare breast. The kid moaned as his fingers sunk into the yielding flesh. "Now will you listen to me?" Bethany asked. His goofy smile was answer enough. ~~~ Amy stepped into the classroom and paused as kids scrambled to get back into their chairs. They had been gathered around a computer screen where now one kid was desperately trying to shut down the pictures of a nude tennis star. Amy allowed herself a moment for their fear to sink in before barking orders. "Which one of you delinquents is Ryan Frase?" Amy demanded. She flashed her badge for good measure. A kid in the front snickered. "The substitute teacher took him to the office," he said. "Substitute teacher?" Amy asked. She saw a name written in chalk on the board and swore. "Miss Taylor?" Amy said to the class. "Blonde woman with excessive growths on her chest and no ass?" "That's the one!" Wendy Shepard answered. She was the proud owner of a 38D chest and she had not been happy to be upstaged by a teacher. "Damn, he might already be dead," Amy said before leaving. The brunette looked around and saw two bathrooms in line of sight from the classroom. She picked the closer one first, the girl's bathroom. Voices could be heard from the other side, which confirmed Amy's suspicions. "FBI, freeze!" Amy yelled before kicking open the bathroom door. She charged in and swung her gun around at the strange sight before her. A teenage girl was sitting on a bathroom sink with her skirt around her waist. Between her thighs was an older woman, obviously a teacher but why the redhead was licking the student's sex was beyond Amy's comprehension. To the side was a boy with a video camera, filming the entire sordid scene. A blow to the back of Amy's head knocked her to the ground. Her gun went skidding across the tiled floor. The stunned brunette looked behind her and saw a huge hulking teenage boy. He had been standing behind the door, obviously on lookout. "Mrs. Guthrie ratted on us!" the boy with the camera yelled. "The damn bitch called the FBI!" "No, I didn't, Master!" the terrified kneeling woman answered. "Fuck, bitch. You don't think I'll release those nude pictures of you to the newspaper?" the boy snapped back. Amy raised her head as the bigger boy who had attacked came closer. She looked at the teacher and saw that the woman's hands were bound in front of her with handcuffs but the camera angle the boy was filming from wouldn't show that fact. Her training in espionage tactics told her immediately what was going on. "This is a blackmail operation, isn't it?" Amy said as the huge boy grabbed her by her belt. He lifted her up easily and grabbed her arms. Damn, he was powerful. "Maybe Mrs. Guthrie didn't rat on us after all," the boy with the camera said. He was a sleazy looking bastard. Amy could tell he was a heartless punk with no class just by the way he wore his baseball cap backwards. "It looks like we got two sluts now to be our slaves," the boy laughed. "Being a blackmail Dom rules!" ~~~ "Here's the deal," Bethany said. She paused to see if Ryan was paying attention. He was kneading her breast eagerly, pulling and flicking her nipple like it was a new game. Bethany reflected that it just might. "yes?" Ryan asked. Good, he was paying attention. "Diligent Enterprises can either press charges and have you tried as an adult with our extensive legal power, or, you can get hired by us." "cool!" Ryan said with glazed eyes. He was twisting her nipple slightly, enjoying the way it hardened. "Let me finish," Bethany warned. "We can't exactly hire a kid to hack for us, so we'll have to remove you from society. A kidnapping will be arranged and we'll relocate you to an island where we have several of your kind. You'll be hacking into computers around the world with the greatest computers ever built but you have to give up your present life." "that sucks," Ryan said. "I can't just disappear. My mom will be upset. I've got an online tournament to play next month. What about Wendy Shepard? I was going to ask her out this weekend." Bethany thought of the busty Wendy and smiled. Hackers must have an amazing ego if this kid thought that girl was ever going to go out with him. She realized he needed a reality shock. "Listen Ryan," Bethany said as she reached for his pants. He said nothing as she unzipped him, but then, what teenage boy would? "Maybe you don't understand what we are offering," Bethany said as she pulled his pants down. Ryan's hand clenched on her breast. "You will be on an island, free of any laws." Her hand pulled his underwear down over his hard cock. He had a decent six inches on him, nicely red and swollen. "Laws?" Ryan gasped. His hand was slowly squeezing Bethany's breast as his hormones raced. "Oh yes," Bethany said. Her hand grasped his cock and his knees shook. "You see, we can reward you any way you desire. Want liquor? Want to drive around the island in your own jeep? Why, we can even provide you with women." "Women?" Ryan asked, his voice breaking into a higher pitch. "Women, as in three to serve your every needs," Bethany said. She began to stroke his cock with slow pulls. "And you look like a boy with needs," Bethany said. Ryan moaned in response. The blonde kept pulling and stroking. His cock was so warm in her hands. Bethany wondered if she even had to lubricate her hand. "God!" Ryan gasped. No lubrication will be unnecessary, Bethany thought. Her palm would rub over his tip and pre-cum was already coming out. When her thumbnail pressed down over the length of his shaft, Ryan would shiver almost to the point of falling. His hand was no longer doing anything with her breast except squeezing. Bethany winced as his fingers dug into her soft skin but that was the hazards of the job. Her nipple was as hard a bullet under his palm and when his hand shifted and rubbed her swollen tit, Bethany would tremble a little herself. "Do you need this?" Bethany asked. Her grip tightened around his pulsing cock. "Yes," Ryan moaned. He grabbed the sink nearby to help him stand but he never let go of Bethany's magnificent breast. After years of dreaming of tits, he wasn't going to let go of the first one he got his hands on. "Then say yes, and you can have this everyday," Bethany urged. She began to twist her hand over his cock, swirling grip that rubbed her palm all around his manhood. "Yes!" Ryan agreed. His cock was now slick with his precum and sweat and her fist was just sliding over him. "Every day," Bethany repeated. Now she switched to a simple push and pull. "Every day!" Ryan agreed. His cock was vibrating with his desire. "Every, fucking, day," Bethany said slowly and she took her free hand and placed it over his hand on her breast. She squeezed his hand tighter over her breast. "YES!" Ryan agreed. His cock erupted in her palm. He slammed his head back against the wall but he didn't care. Load after load of his seed was spilling into this woman's hand and he was enjoying every spurt. His knees trembled but he stood on his feet as this sexy woman continued to stroke and pull his thriving cock. Her blues eyes locked with his as he shuddered, moaned and gasped. "It's a good think we have a sink here," Bethany said as she pulled her hand free. "Damn, my hand is going to smell like cum all day long now." Ryan moaned again. ~~~ The kid with the camera was unconscious, with his pants down around his ankles and his tiny cock limp from the kick Amy had given him. The big kid with the muscles was moaning in the bathroom stall Amy had shoved him into. His arms were broken and he might never play football again. The teenage girl was facedown in the garbage can with a broken nose and heel planted in her ass. All in all, it wasn't a bad amount of work for a two-minute fight. "Who are you?" Mrs. Guthrie asked as Amy picked the lock on her handcuffs. "Just a woman who hated high school," Amy answered. "Who were these punks?" "Some students of mine," Mrs. Guthrie snarled. Amy noticed that the teacher couldn't be more than thirty. "They've been blackmailing me all semester. The bastards have a tapes of me; embarrassing tapes." Amy smiled. "You don't have to worry about them anymore. Go back to your class, and be assured that they will never bother you again. I have something planned for them." "Thank you, thank you!" Mrs. Guthrie said. "How can I ever repay you?" Amy thought about it. "Flunk a girl with big tits today. Those girls have it too easy." Mrs. Guthrie agreed. ~~~ "Every day?" Ryan asked again as he climbed into Bethany's car. They were headed straight for the airport where Ryan would head to an island off the coast of France and Bethany would pick up her paycheck. "Every day," Bethany answered wearily. She was loath to drive with her right hand until she got rid of its smell. "Wow," Ryan said. After a few minutes, he asked, "every day?" ~~~ "No, I didn't find the target," Amy said on her cell phone. "I got sidetracked and an agent from Diligent Enterprises beat me to him. On the other hand I have three blackmailing teens with sadistic tendencies all ready unconscious." She paused as they checked their database. The agent was in luck. They needed research subjects for a new line of mind control drugs. The FDA didn't approve of such things so there was an opening for people society wouldn't miss. It didn't pay as well as the hacker would have, but Amy could afford a new horse for her stable. "Remember kids," Amy said as she handcuffed the three. "Leave the blackmail and abduction to the professionals. ~~~ "Every day?" Ryan asked. The end.