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'Teacher's Pet'
Part 4 of 6
by Sundance
Copyright, 1998 : All Rights Reserved
First Published: 9/29/98
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+==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+
The following is a work of total fiction. The characters, names, and
places are all products of my imagination and any resemblance to
anybody or anything, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This story contains potentially obscene terms and sexually explicit
content that some may find to be offensive. If such material offends
you, or if you are under 18 years old, you have the option to stop now
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obscene terms in my community, state, nation, province, or commune.
One last caveat. This story involves descriptions of consensual
sexual encounters between teen males and females (17 years old) and
between teen girls (again 17 years old) and an older man. If such
situations offend you, it's likely this story will offend you.
If you're not sure... STOP now ... Delete this text ... This isn't
being forced on you.
+==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+
Chapter 5 - "Settling In"
Just under two weeks passed and things were progressing nicely. With
each passing day Kent was getting more comfortable in his new role,
having more fun, and becoming more certain that this was something
that could occupy his time in meaningful ways. In some ways he wasn't
looking forward to the return of Mr. Sullivan, but he knew that was
inevitable. This was, after all, only a temporary assignment.
The plan forming in his mind now involved going back to school to
secure his full-time teaching credential. With that in hand he could
continue in the high school teaching mode, while also securing an
option to teach at the community college level. The credential wasn't
required to teach part-time at the community college, but it certainly
helped. Between those two, he would have more than enough options.
Emily was enjoying her newfound attention. The boys who had asked for
her phone numbers had indeed called and she was even planning on a
date for the following Saturday evening. She was fairly certain this
particular boy didn't represent a long-term interest, but she was
still looking forward to his company and doing something besides
sitting at home and watching 'America's Most Wanted'. In many ways,
she couldn't remember what it was like living the life of the 'old
Emily'.
She and Jenna pulled into the parking lot, arriving late and having to
accept a spot on the far side of the lot. Simultaneously they both
pulled down the vanity mirrors and touched up their makeup before
securing the car. This time Jenna was the one finished first, exiting
and straightening her tennis skirt as she waited for Emily.
"Would you come on," she whined in a clearly irritated voice.
"We're going to be late."
With Emily finally finished, the girls started along their usual route
towards class. Jenna smiled to herself as she saw the group of boys
gathered in their usual spot. She fluffed her hair slightly as she
approached them and glanced in their direction in anticipation of
their morning greeting. One boy whispered to the others and they all
turned to watch the approaching girls.
"Hi Emily," Billy called out. "How are you today?"
Emily just smiled and kept walking. Jenna looked in the boy's
direction and waited for her greeting. It didn't come.
"Don't EVEN say hi to me, Billy," Jenna called out.
"Oh, Hi Jenna. Wearing that skirt again today. Looks nice."
The afterthought was obvious in his voice.
Jenna turned facing straight ahead, clearly annoyed, but not saying
anything out loud. Emily smiled to herself. She had noticed recently
that it was getting harder for Jenna to hide her jealousy. The girls
reached the crosswalk and made their way into school. Dirk was
waiting by the pillar as they approached.
"Hi girls," he called out. "Gosh Emily, ANOTHER new outfit?" he
commented, looking up and down her slender frame. "Looks nice.
Really nice."
"Thanks. My Mom keeps buying them for me. I've told her I've
got enough."
Jenna slapped Dirk on the chest with the back of her hand.
"Hey! Don't you have something to say to me? I'm wearing your
favorite skirt!"
"Oh, yeah… you look as delicious as ever sweetie."
"Forget it now!" Jenna exclaimed.
They made their way into and past the faculty office, just as Kent was
exiting.
"Hey girls. Hey Dirk"
"Hey Kent! We're on for this afternoon, right?" Emily asked.
"Yep, I'll be there. 3:30, right?"
"Yep, 3:30," Emily agreed.
"Great. I'll see you in class then," and he started to make a
sharp right heading off in a different direction.
"Hey Mr. D," Dirk called out to him. "You got a second. I've
been meaning to ask you. How many sets to you do for arms?" and he
chased after Kent as he made his way down the hall.
"What was that all about?" Jenna quizzed Emily. "The part about
being on for this afternoon?"
"Oh, it's Kent's day to tutor in the math lab and I'm working
there today also. It's always more fun when we work there on the same
days. It doesn't happen very often."
"You sound like you guys have something going," Jenna smirked.
"Oh yeah, right!"
"Well, you're certainly sounding pretty chummy. Besides, I see
the way you look at him. Why don't you go for it? I bet he's a
stallion in the bedroom. You could start your sex life off with a
bang!"
"Jenna, you can be so… never mind. Besides, it's not like that.
He's not like that."
"Like what?"
"Like all those horny males chasing you around. He's different.
A lot different."
"Oh yeah, RIGHT," Jenna replied, mocking Emily's earlier answer.
"He is!" Emily spouted, clearly offended with Jenna's
characterization.
"He's just like every other man out there, Emily. They all think
with the same head and it's not the one sitting on their shoulders. I
guarantee it!"
"And I guarantee you're wrong!"
"Yeah? Well, we'll just see. I'll see you later in class,"
Jenna's last words as she turned and entered her classroom.
+++++
Chapter 6 - "Fishin"
Emily showed up to class and was surprised to see that Jenna hadn't
arrived. She wondered if Dirk has showed up later with another
proposal for a detour to his Mom's house. She grabbed the stack of
assignments that she had been grading for Kent and made her way up to
the front of the room to review them. Her and Kent were discussing
next steps when Jenna entered.
"Hi Kent," she purred in a clearly suggestive voice. Emily
stared at her for a moment, then shook her head.
"You better take your seat," Kent commented to Emily. "It's
almost time to get started."
Emily sat down and Jenna leaned over to her. "You still think your
precious Kent can't be swayed, huh?"
"Jenna, just drop it already."
Jenna leaned down and picked up her purse, opening it slightly and
motioning for Emily to look inside.
"What are you doing carrying around a pair of panties in your
purse?" Emily asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"It's pretty simple really. They're in my purse, because I'm not
wearing them." Jenna watched as a look of shock crossed Emily's face.
"What do you mean? Why aren't you wearing any panties?"
"Let's just say I'm fishing. We'll see pretty soon here if
they're biting today," and she turned her gaze to Kent who was
standing and greeting the class.
Emily felt her blood boil as she realized Jenna's plans. Even this
seemed beyond something Jenna would do. Sure, she had never admitted
it, but Jenna knew she was interested in Kent. No, she just had to be
'number one', no matter what the cost.
Jenna moved forward with her plan with a contemptuous smoothness. Her
first move was to wait for Kent to look in her direction. She sat,
staring at him, the tip of her eraser resting lightly against her
lips. At first, as he delivered his introduction to the day's
lecture, his eyes passed over Jenna. But before long, they returned
back to her. As his gaze met hers, she smiled, using the tip of the
erase to outline her bottom lip. Kent watched the young girl from his
spot in front of the class.
The lecture continued and Emily's blood continued to boil. It was
obvious Kent had noticed Jenna's advances and she noticed him glancing
back to her frequently. At one point, as he glanced in their
direction, Jenna closer her eyes and, only for a moment so as not to
be noticed, pushed the pencil eraser slightly into her mouth and
locked her lips around it, pulling it out slowly before opening her
eyes and smiling at Kent. As he watched her, his lecture halted in
mid- sentence and it was obvious he was grasping at whatever means
available to recapture his thoughts. Jenna smiled to herself, a bit
embarrassed, then turned to Emily for an acknowledgement. Emily just
stared at her paper, writing, as if she hadn't noticed what had just
happened. Her unwillingness to play along in Jenna's game only
heightened the atmosphere of competition.
Kent continued with his delivery, but it was growing more difficult.
If at any point in his mind he had rationalized Jenna's behavior to be
something other then flirting, he couldn't deny it now. He also
couldn't deny the magnetism she was exhibiting. As he continued his
speech, he glanced again in her direction. It wasn't uncommon for him
to alternate focusing his attentions on individual students in his
lectures, but if he weren't careful, somebody would detect what was
happening. As he looked at Jenna, describing the intricacies of the
associative property of multiplication as it applied to the problem
being discussed, he watched her again smile. He also noticed her
seeming to look around herself, as if to check if anybody was looking.
He glanced away for a moment, focusing on another student, then back
again to Jenna, his curiosity invoked.
As he did, she smiled another one of those gorgeous smiles. She was
sitting, facing him, her legs crossed, her short tennis skirt running
high on her thigh. As she stared at him, a confident air about her,
she slowly raised her crossed leg, raising her calf muscle upwards.
As she did, the crevice normally closed from view by her overlapping
thighs came into focus. She raised her leg still further, moving into
a cross-legged position where her one ankle was resting near the knee
of her opposite leg, a position you would normally see a man assume.
She moved the foot resting on the floor slightly, causing her knees to
rock back and forth. Kent couldn't be sure, but it almost looked
like she wasn't wearing any panties and she was making sure he knew
it. He lost all concentration and had to move quickly to divert
attention.
"So - uh - Kevin. What is the next step in solving this
problem."
The student, a bit startled by Kent's sudden shift in his lecture,
started reciting a series of steps in answer to Kent's question. Kent
nodded, but was far from listening. As nonchalantly as he could, he
looked back across to Jenna. She was smiling again, running the
pencil eraser across her soft lips as she spread her legs slightly
wider, realizing he had noticed her lack of undergarments. She was
getting moist with this very erotic moment, exposing herself to Kent
with all these people around, watching the effect she was having on
him. What started out as a test, was turning into something more.
She knew already that this wasn't going to be enough. She wanted him.
She needed him.
Kent recovered as best he could. "Yes, that's right Kevin. Ok,
tonight's assignment is exercises 10 - 15 in chapter 3. We'll discuss
it tomorrow."
"Kent, we've still got 15 minutes left of class," one of the
other students in the front row called out.
"Yeah, well, I'm not feeling too good today, so we're going to
make it an early one. You can stay here in class or you can leave,
but if you leave, stay out of trouble. I don't want a bunch of grief
for dismissing you guys early."
The students wasted no time in gathering their belongings and moving
towards the door. Kent raced out before Jenna had a chance to
approach him.
"Well, I guess that one got away," Jenna's joked with Emily,
referring back to her fishing comment. Emily just looked at her
friend, not even attempting to hide her look of disgust.
"Fuck off Jenna," her last words as she slammed her book shut and
stormed out the door.
Jenna just shrugged off Emily's comment and started gathering her own
belongings.
+++++
Chapter 7 -- "Reeling in the Big One"
Kent stood in the faculty men's bathroom and splashed another wave of
cold water on his face from the running faucet. He rubbed his hands
down the bridge of his nose and stared at his reflection from between
his parted fingers. Finally, he reached down, turned off the water
flow and grabbed a paper towel, wiping the remaining moisture from his
brow. His heart was just now starting to return to a normal rhythm.
As he stopped to think about what had just happened, he was convinced
for a moment it was all something out of the twilight zone. At first,
when he saw Jenna toying with the pencil, staring back at him with
that luscious smile, he was sure it was his own libido working
overtime. It wouldn't have been the first time his private fantasy
was filled with visions of the young girl in promiscuous situations,
so naturally when he saw her in even a mildly suggestive pose, that's
the first thing that came to mind. But that's just what those
thoughts were. Private fantasies, not to be shared -- and certainly
not to be lived.
Still, it became more difficult to ignore the obvious when she closed
her eyes and wrapped her lips around the writing instrument. No
matter how hard he tried to convince himself that it was only his
lustful imagination at work here, the moment she raised her thigh to
reveal the absence of her panties removed any and all doubt of what
was happening. He was being seduced, and in front of an entire class
full of students, no less.
This couldn't go on any further, that much was certain. His first
tactic would be to put the whole incident behind him, pretend it never
happened, in hopes that Jenna's behavior was a one-time occurrence and
that she took the hint when he filed an abrupt end to class. If she
tried anything again, he would just have to confront her, stating
clearly that he couldn't be party to such an inappropriate situation
and if she continued, he would have to take formal action, which might
include suspension. As desirable as she was, the surest way to end
his newfound career was to start fucking one of his students. As he
wadded and tossed the paper towel into the bin, feeling secure that he
had a sound plan of action, he became painfully aware of one last
detail. All this review and contingency planning had left him fully
erect.
+++++
"Right, that's it. It's really just simple division. I think
you've got it," Emily answered with a smile. She could see the relief
in the student's eyes as he finally saw the solution to the math
problem.
"Thanks, you've been a big help," he replied, pausing to stare
into Emily's eyes.
"You're welcome. That's what I'm here for." Finally, she
realized he wasn't looking away and felt herself starting to blush.
She turned and began fiddling with some papers on the desk. The male
student took the hint and returned to his seat in the math lab.
Kent entered and made his way to the desk. Emily couldn't look in his
eyes. She knew what had happened earlier wasn't his fault, that it
was really all Jenna's doing, but still she a little perturbed at him
for succumbing to her charms so easily and having to cancel class.
Kent pulled the scheduling log closer to him and started to browse the
appointments.
"We've got a full day today I see. Are my lectures that
unclear?" and he smiled.
"Clear as mud," Emily replied without looking up. A silence hung
between them for a moment before she finally looked up and returned
his smile. She couldn't stay mad at him for long. He was just too
cute. "Did you change?" making reference to the fact that he had a
different shirt on.
"Yeah. I took advantage of class letting out early and squeezed
in a workout over in the boy's gymnasium. That's the best way for me
to fight off an illness is to continue exercising. Besides, it was
getting a bit too warm with that long sleeved shirt."
"Oh, I thought you just wanted to wear short sleeves so you could
show off your big muscles for all the girls who came in for tutoring,"
and she made a grimaced face and flexed her own small biceps in
mockery of Kent.
"You know Emily," and he smiled at her exaggerated movements,
"you're just too good to me." They both laughed. He continued to
stare at the registry. "Jenna's coming in for tutoring? She's not
having any problems. What's that about?" and then his heart skipped a
beat as he remembered back to earlier in the day, wondering if her
appointment was in some way related.
"What did you say?" Emily asked, dragging the registry out of
Kent's hands and pulling it towards her. It seemed she recognized a
weird coincidence also. Kent wondered if she had noticed what was
happening earlier.
"Whatever," she moaned. "I gave up a long time ago trying to
figure her out."
Kent worked his way through several student appointments. He was
focused in explanation when he glanced up long enough to see Jenna
enter the room. She smiled at him as he looked up. Again his heart
raced and he was quick to pretend he hadn't noticed her entering. He
glanced at his watch and realized hers must be the next appointment.
"Ok, so that makes sense then?" he asked the student.
"Yeah, I just need to work on it," the student replied. "Thanks
a million Mr. Darian."
"Kent -- Call me Kent. You make me feel old when you call me
Mister."
"Thanks Kent."
Kent stood, took a deep breath, and made his way to the counter where
Jenna was standing.
"Hi. I saw your name in the registry. I'm surprised to see you.
I didn't think you were having any problems?"
"Well, I didn't follow everything in today's lecture and I don't
want to fall behind. I guess I was just a bit distracted," and she
grinned. Emily just stared down, pretending not to hear their
conversation, but in truth, hanging on their every word.
"Well, I'll do my best to clear it up. Won't take very long at
all, I'm sure."
"Oh I've got time. I'm the last appointment today, aren't I?"
Jenna replied.
Kent glanced at the registry, then at his watch. "Yes, you are. But
again," and he was clearly hinting to avoid any misunderstandings,
"this won't take long. I think my having to end class early is what
caused the problem."
Kent and Jenna made their way to one of the tables. Kent started to
sit down and Jenna just stood there, a subtle look of concern on her
face, her books clutched to her chest.
"What's the matter?" Kent asked.
"Well, I just," and she paused. "I just can't concentrate will
all this noise out here. Can't we use one of the study rooms?" and
she motioned to a line of small, enclosed alcoves lining the far wall.
They were all small rooms, normally used by groups of students working
on class projects. Each had a round Formica table, a white board for
capturing group discussion, and a small sofa. The sofas were
hand-me-downs the community college had given the high school when
they had undergone a refurbishment of their student lounge. Kent
thought for a moment and started to insist that, all things
considered, they stay here at the table, but Jenna hadn't waited for
an answer and was already settling down in one of the vacant rooms.
Kent stood and started to make his way to join her when he noticed
Emily glaring at him from her position behind the desk. He motioned
to the room.
"I'll be in here if you need me."
"Yeah," was Emily's curt reply, before turning away and grabbing
a stack of papers to begin grading.
Kent entered and sat down next to Jenna at the table. She gave him a
frustrated look and stood, moving over to close the door before
returning to her seat.
"It's not much quieter if we leave the door open," and she
started to open her books. Kent glanced at the door and took comfort
in the fact that it had a large glass window that would allow anybody
walking by to peer in easily. That, in and of itself, provided some
level of insurance.
As Jenna talked, working problems, referencing items in her textbook,
Kent listened. As he watched her speak, watched her mouth move, as he
listened to her words, took in her features, he couldn't help but
wonder if she was still without her panties. She was still wearing
her tennis skirt, but had removed her sneakers, leaving only her ankle
socks. His mind raced with the image of her athletic thighs parting
just enough for him to glance at her sex. She sensed that his
interest wasn't entirely on the math problems at hand and leaned
closer into him, allowing her crossed thighs to brush against his
under the table. He did his best to focus on the math at hand, but his
mind was definitely wandering.
"That's right. Well, I think you've got it," and Kent started to
push himself back from the table. He knew he had to stop this before
it went any further.
"No, I don't think I have it," Jenna replied, a bit annoyed.
"Please Kent, just 10 more minutes. I don't want to fall behind and I
don't think you want me to fall behind, do you?"
"Well, we can pick it up tomorrow. It's almost time for the lab
to close."
"Look, I've got an idea," she insisted. "Will you at least work
with me until the lab closes? Please?"
Kent thought for a moment. "Alight, just until the lab closes."
"Great, I'll be right back."
"Jenna, where are you going? We only have 10 minutes, remember?"
"I'll be right back. Don't move!"
Jenna disappeared and shut the door behind her. She approached the
desk where Emily was starting to arrange things for closing. The rest
of the lab was emptying out.
"We're closing," Emily hissed. "I've got a club meeting tonight,
so I can't stay any later. You guys will have to finish up your
tutoring somewhere else." The sarcasm was obvious in her voice.
"I know," Jenna replied. "Look, I need a favor. Give me the key
and I'll lock up for you. Kent has offered to stay late and help me.
I've almost got this one problem solved," and she winked.
"No way Jenna. You know I can't do that. Besides, we both know,
math is not the problem you're trying to solve right now."
"Look Emily. Please. I promise. I'll give you the key tomorrow.
Besides, what do you have to worry about? We both know Kent would
never do anything. You've said that yourself. At a minimum, this
will prove it once and for all. You just don't want to give me the
key because you know he will do something and you like him and that
bugs you."
"I don't like him, Jenna, I told you. I just think he's nice!
Besides, he's too smart to fall for your tricks."
"Then give me the key and we'll both find out." She just stared
at her friend, taunting her. "Look --- I would do it for you."
Emily glared at Jenna, searched in her purse, and threw the key across
the desk, hitting her in the chest. "There, you two deserve each
other," and she grabbed her things and stormed out the door. Jenna
followed quickly and locked the door behind Emily as she left, then
made her way back towards the room. Kent was just coming out.
"Look, we've only got five minutes. Let's just pick this up
tomorrow," Kent said.
"No Kent," Jenna replied. "You promised. Please, I think I've
almost got it," and she pushed him back into the room, closing the
door behind her.
He moved over behind the table and pulled out his chair when he looked
up to see Jenna standing, staring at him, leaning against the door.
She turned and reached up to a dangling ring that was connected to a
collapsible roller shade. She pulled on it, dragging it all the way
to the bottom and tugging to lock the shade in place, covering the
window. She turned back around and faced Kent, her lower lip clenched
between her teeth, a sly smile crossing her mouth.
"Hold on Jenna," and Kent raised his hands into the air. "This
is isn't going to happen."
"What isn't going to happen?" she purred, pretending to not
understand his point. She moved across the room towards him and
placed both of her palms on his chest, rubbing slowly up and down.
"You have got the most phenomenal body of any man I've seen, much less
a teacher," she purred, squeezing hard into the fleshy mounds of
Kent's chest.
"THIS isn't going to happen," and he grabbed her slender wrists,
slowing her advances."
"Alright then, let me go," she responded. He released her.
She looked up in his eyes and, with her palms still resting on his
chest, shoved back as hard as she could. All of the training she did
for tennis gave her 'above average' strength in her upper body for a
girl her size. Kent wasn't expecting her forceful move and he went
stumbling backwards, tripping and falling into a seated position on
the small hand-me-down couch. She stood looking at him, a determined
glare in her eyes.
Slowly she reached down grabbed the ruffles of her short tennis skirt,
pulling it up to her belly button. He sank lower into the couch,
watching her, his own breathing heavy, knowing he should bolt for the
door, but finding himself unable to move. She raised the skirt higher
and he could see the triangular patch of her panties hugging tightly
her muscular thighs.
"I saw you looking at me today, Kent. While you were in front of
the class. I saw you looking up my skirt. Did you like what you saw?
I can tell you, I liked the feeling of you looking at me. It made me
wet," and she slid her fingertips inside the waistband of her panties.
Kent just stared at her, again knowing he should be moving out of
here, again realizing he couldn't.
"Emily is going to be in here in any minute," he growled and he
started to stand.
"Emily is gone," Jenna replied, a stern tone in her voice. She
grabbed the ruffle of her skirt with one hand and help up the key with
the other. "We're the only ones here and the door is locked. Now quit
pretending like you don't want this."
No sooner had her voice taken on a tone of almost anger, she was back
to her purring self, throwing the key on the table and sliding her
fingers deeper into her underwear.
"Hmmm, that feels good," she moaned as Kent watched her fingers
moving back and forth from beneath the thin material. "I'm getting
wet just like I was earlier today."
She looked deep in his eyes as she used both hands to drive her
panties down her thighs and on to the floor before stepping out of
them. She reached down again, pulling the material of her skirt up
and widened her stance, grazing the tuft of hair with her fingertips
before running her hand between her legs.
"Ohhhhh…Godddd, I am so hot right now, Kent," and she moved
closer to him. He watched as the young girl approached. He closed
his eyes, searching for some sense of strength, something that would
translate into willpower, but the well was dry.
The young girl straddled Kent and rubbed the fingers that were just
between her legs lightly against his lips. "Can you taste me, lover,"
and she placed her fingers inside his mouth. Involuntarily, he
wrapped his lips around the Jenna's fingers and swirled his tongue
against her skin. He could taste her.
She leaned back on him and pulled up the top of her two piece tennis
outfit, pressing her sports bra into Kent's face as she reached behind
and undid the clasp that held it in place. She leaned back and pulled
it up, freeing her medium sized breasts. Kent was leaning back as far
as he could into the cushions, closing his eyes. He finally opened
them and stared at the beautifully shaped mounds of flesh before him.
She grabbed his hands and forced them tight against her hard nipples
as she leaned back, taking in the sensation.
"Oh yeah baby, you can kiss them too," and she leaned forward,
brushing her nipples against his lips.
Kent was doing his best not to respond and he pulled his hands from
her chest, resting them on the cushions as he sat motionless.
"Let me ask you something Kent." He didn't respond. "If you're
not enjoying this, why are you getting so hard," and she proceeded to
grind her nude lower body against the granite like ridge that was
pressing against his trousers. Again, involuntarily, his hips arched
and he felt his hands grab tightly around Jenna's beautiful bare ass,
the ass he had so many times admired as she walked away from him. He
squeezed tightly as he forced the outline of his rigid cock back and
forward between her lips, engulfing her breast in his mouth.
"Oh yeah, lover… oh yeah," she whispered in between breaths. "I
know you want it. Take it," and she grabbed Kent by the cheeks and
rammed her tongue deep in his mouth. He met her passionate kisses as
his hands continued to squeeze hard into her ass and her thighs, his
trousers becoming moist from the continual grinding. Finally, she
leaned back and started to undo his belt. As she did, he opened his
eyes long enough to see the clock on the wall, showing 6:10 p.m.
Something in the moment he glanced up to the clock made him realize
the reality of where he was and what he was doing.
He grabbed her hands and brushed them aside. He reached up and
grabbed her upper arms forcing her off him and into a seated position
on the couch. He stood up and finished refastening the buckle of his
trousers. Jenna stared at him in disbelief, her breathing heavy.
"What, what's wrong," she mumbled. "What are you doing?"
"I can't. I can't do this. I can't go through with this. Look,
I'm sorry. It shouldn't have gone this far. Get dressed. Don't
worry, this won't go any further than you and I. You're not in any
trouble."
"Trouble!" she screamed. "You're the one with troubles! Who the
fuck do you think you are!"
Kent looked down at her, clearly startled. He wasn't expecting her to
react this way. She stood up and refastened her bra as she continued
to shout at him. "You lead me on, then pretend like you're not
interested!"
"Excuse me, Jenna," Kent interrupted, "but I wasn't doing
anything to lead you on. I admit, I let this go too far, but I wasn't
leading you on."
"Oh right!" she screamed. "You sit in front of that class,
staring up my dress. You're rubbing up against me under that
goddamned table just now. You stare at me like a dog in heat every
time I walk by you and here you are. You got what you wanted so badly
and suddenly you pretend like you're not interested. Make me look
like some type of fool!"
She slugged him in the chest as she walked by him, knocking him
backwards. She reached down, grabbed her panties off the floor, and
stumbled as she put them on.
"Well, look, we obviously have a misunderstanding here," Kent
added.
She turned to him and moved to within inches of his face.
"There's no fucking misunderstanding here. I think it's quite
clear. Well let me tell you something mister hotshot stockbroker. If
you think you're going to make me look like some sleazy tramp, you're
wrong. You don't know who you're messing with! Ask yourself how
attempted rape will look on your resume. I'm sure that will be a big
hit in front of the school board," and she spun around and started
gathering the papers and books from the table into a makeshift pile.
"Attempted rape! What the hell are you talking about!" Kent
shouted. "Nobody was getting raped just now and you know it."
"Well Kent," as she put her shoes on, "I'm feeling pretty raped
right now and I'm not feeling very discrete about it either."
"Hold on right there," and he grabbed her arm, not allowing her
to go.
"Ohhhh, that's good. Squeeze harder. Leave a mark or two.
Maybe even slap me around a little. You're only making things look
worse for yourself. Now get your fucking hand off of me, right now!"
Kent released the young girl's arm, yet stood in front of the door now
allowing her to leave.
"Jenna, we need to talk about this. It was never my intent to
lead you on and definitely not my intent to make you feel exposed.
Quite the opposite. You need to believe me when I say that."
"Frankly Kent, I really don't care. Now get out of my way before
I start screaming."
"Look, if you go and tell people I tried to force myself on you…
I'm ruined. You know that. That's a very serious thing for me. I
won't say anything about this to anybody. You have nothing to feel
ashamed about."
"Yeah, well you should have thought about all that before you put
your hands up my skirt and my tits in your mouth." She reached for
the doorknob, but couldn't pull the door open as Kent was still
standing against it.
"Look," he finally pleaded. "We can make a deal. What do you
want, money? I can give you that. How much do you want?"
She paused, then stepped back a few steps. "Well, money does talk. I
suppose I am listening."
"How's say, $1,000"
"My, you're insulting me twice in one day. You're on a roll.
Get out of the way."
"Alright, how much do you want"
"You know, that's a good question. A question I think I would
like to postpone an answer to. I'll consider your offer. We might
just be able to come to some kind of an agreement, one that suits both
of our needs. I'll be in touch. Now I'm going to ask you one more
time. Then I'm going to start yelling my head off in here and I'm
sure a janitor or somebody will hear me and come to my aid."
Kent stared at the young girl. The defiant determination was clear in
her eyes. He could tell she was telling the truth. He stepped aside
and opened the door for her. She stormed out past him. He stood, his
eyes closed, his head tilted back as he heard her footsteps disappear
into the distance followed by the slamming of the door.
He sat at the table, his head in his hands, wondering how in the world
he could have gotten himself into this situation. The career that
seemed to be exactly what he needed to leave behind his prior life was
nothing but a memory before it even started. He would either find
himself a victim of blackmail, or find himself facing a charge of
rape, a charge that would tarnish his reputation no matter what he
decided to pursue. In the distance he heard the door to the lab open
again. Maybe she had a change of heart. He looked up as he heard the
footsteps getting closer. Emily appeared in the doorway.
"Are you ok?" she asked. Kent thought the look on his face must
be obvious, or why else would she be wondering.
"Just great. Just fucking great."
She just stared at him. He realized what he just said. "I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to swear like that. I need to get going here. I'm not
feeling real good right now."
"Kent, I know what just happened. With Jenna, I mean. I know
everything."
"What? Did she stop you on the way out?"
"No. Nothing like that."
"Then how do you know?"
"I saw everything."
"You what?" Kent replied with a sound of disbelief in his voice.
"Through there," and she motioned to the window. "Through that
opening."
Kent turned in the direction she was pointing. There was about an
eight to ten inch gap in the blinds, enough for somebody to see
through if they were positioned just right.
"That's just great. You two involved with some kind of voyeur
thing? I hope you weren't disappointed too."
"God, you're an asshole," Emily replied, shaking her head. "No,
you idiot, we're not involved in some kind of voyeur thing. I was
looking through that window because I wanted to see for myself if you
were really the type of sex-crazed male Jenna was describing you as.
I told her you weren't --- that you were different."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by that last comment." A
silence hung in the air for a moment.
"Never mind. I understand," and she moved next to him on the
couch.
"How much did you see?" Kent asked.
"Like I said. Everything," Emily replied.
"Could you hear too?"
"Yeah."
"Can you believe that! She threatened to say I tried to rape
her! That's the furthest thing from the truth."
"Well, you know the saying. Hell hath no fury."
"Like a woman scorned," Kent finished the sentence.
"The worse part about it is I think she would actually go through
with it. I've known Jenna for a long time. She's very vengeful
sometimes. More then that, I've never seen her that mad at anybody
before." They both sat in silence. Emily continued. "What are you
going to do?"
"Well, I guess I'll try and pay her off."
"I don't know if I would do that if I were you."
"Well, what choice do I have. Even if there's no physical
evidence, her word will stand pretty tall against mine. Think about
it."
"Well, if you pay her off, she'll milk you for everything you've
got. Every time you think it will be over with, she'll come back for
more."
"I repeat. What else am I going to do?"
Emily stared into space for a moment, then at Kent. "I have an idea,
but we can't talk about it here. It's too risky. Let's go to your
house. Can you give me a ride? Since I'm skipping the club meeting,
I'm skipping the ride I had lined up."
Kent just stared at her. Above all else, he felt he could trust
Emily. At this point, he really had no choice. Things couldn't get
much worse.
"Yeah, sure. Let's go."
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