Miles stood in front of the blackboard, chalk in hand as the students filed into the classroom. Homeroom had just ended and it was finally time for his first class to begin. The butterflies that had swarmed in his stomach the night before were finally gone and he was ready. He had ran off copies of the class syllabus and reading list and laid them out on each of the desks. The second bell rang and the chatter quickly died down.
"I'm Mr. Hudgens, and I'll be your teacher this year for English 11." He said as he turned to face the students that were staring at him. "You'll see the syllabus on your..." His words suddenly became lodges in his throat which went instantly incredibly dry. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. Among the random unfamiliar faces he saw one that stood out. "desks along with the syllabus." he croaked out the words.
There in the third row sat the very same girl that he had met at the hotel bar just a couple of nights before. At first he thought it he had to be trapped in a nightmare. There was no way that the girl who according to her profile was in her mid 20s was sitting there in his junior English class. It had to be some kind of sick joke. He turned around to face his desk and grabbed his travel mug, gulping down a mouthful of coffee as he tried to clear his head, hoping that when he turned around that he would find a girl who simply looked similar enough for him to mistake for Eris.
Unfortunately, nothing had changed when he laid his eyes upon her again. She sat there smirking at him defiantly. For the next 45 minutes he managed to stumble through roll call and the speech he had prepared about what would be expected of his students and covering the contents of the papers he passed out. The sultry voice in which she replied "Here" when he read the name Emily Pollard. It felt like time had moved much slower than he ever thought it possibly could. Just when he thought that he could not stand another second of the torture, the bell finally rang.
"Class dismissed." he croaked, waiting for them to exit so he could process what was happening. He was glad that his next period was a free one. It would give him time to get his head together and decide how to proceed. He was digging in his messenger bag to retrieve the papers for the next class as they left. It wasn't until he felt eyes boring into him that he looked up to see Emily standing in front of his desk.
"I never expected to see you again so soon Charlie." She purred with a malicious grin. "Don't worry. I won't out you to the headmaster." She giggled as she turned and strutted away.
He felt the bile rising in his throat as she exited. Upon hearing her words it felt like someone had given him a powerful gut punch. He had driven nearly an hour away to meet the girl from the app, thinking that he would not run into her again in his day to day life but apparently it wasn't enough. There she was, in his class.
The thought occurred to him that not only his career could be in danger, the fact that he hired an escort, one that turned out to be underage meant that jail time was an all too real possibility. It was a thought that shook him to his core. The rest of the day he did his best to hide the panic that it caused inside him. It wasn't until his final class of the day that it came to a head when Emily returned to his classroom.
This time, she selected a seat directly in front of his desk. Each time she raised her hand to ask a question, he felt the surge of anxiety rise. He could tell by the gleam in her eyes as she watched him squirm that she was thoroughly enjoying torturing him. It was clearly a game to the wicked girl. The pressure to keep his cool sent his mind racing as well. He began to think about any way he could to keep his secret and shut down the threat. His distraction showed as he stumbled through answering simple questions about the two performances that the drama class would be putting on that year.
The final bell came as a relief. He dismissed the class and quickly began to gather up his things. He was so concerned with getting out of the hell he had stewed in all day that he had not noticed her lingering behind. The rest of the class hurried out which led to the perfect opportunity for her to twist the knife. She shut the door just loudly enough to make him jump. The look of sheer terror on his face made her chuckle.
"I've seen the way you were looking at me... Charlie." She said as she twisted the lock on the door. "I know you can't stop thinking about how much you loved fucking me."
"You're... you're mistaken. I have never met you before this morning." He tried to lie but his words lacked the conviction of any believability . "I don't know who Charlie is." The way his voice quivered betrayed him further.
"We both know that's a lie." She said as she walked toward him slowly. "You bought me a drink at the bar before sending me up to your hotel room and fucking my brains out. I know that you have been thinking about it all day."
Miles was sweating profusely. The way she stared at him felt as if she was looking directly into his soul. As she got closer, he took a step back, nearly tripping over his own feet.
"You're thinking about it even now. I can tell by the way you look at me." She purred in a sultry voice. "I know you'd love to bend me over your desk right now and slide your cock into me."
His throat was drier than it ever had been before as he tried to croak out the word "No" but the sound did not escape. She kept creeping closer, the evil grin remained plastered on her face as she watched himself backing toward the corner. She knew how quickly people fled the building once the bell rang. It wasn't just the students that wanted out of there, but the teachers as well. The ones that rarely stayed were often the ones who kept to themselves on other floors. The chances of anyone discovering them was extremely low. It wasn't like it was the first time she had done something like this in one of the classrooms. Of course, it had always been with another student until now.
