As the final bell rang Lacey grabbed her bag and headed for her locker; after dodging a hall full of students her locker came into view. She mumbled to herself as she turned the dial on the rusted lock; she gave it a quick tug and heard the click but it didn't open. Glaring at the lock she recites her combo in her head 04-20-69. Thankfully this time it opened. At this rate she would be late for drama...for the third time this week, her teacher would not be happy. After dropping her Algebra book off and slamming the dingy teal metal door she took off running down the hallway. Her large breasts were threatening to pop out of her bra as she ran down C corridor.
Lacey's dark denim mini skirt was so not meant to run in. She skipped stairs all the way down to the first floor losing a flip flop as she swung the auditorium door open. The creaking of the door drew the teacher's attention as he turned his head toward the opened door. Mr. Davies was wearing his usual white dress up shirt that was loosely tucked into his black jeans. His hair glistened from his overly used gel. He practically glues every stand to his head. Only the anger on his face made him seem slightly psychotic.
"Miss Lacey, late again I see."
Lacey ducks her head as she drops her bag into a theater seat.
"I am sorry. It won't happen again; I even rushed to get here. I lost a shoe outside the door. May I go get it?"
He looked up from taking attendance, "after class, right now, you owe me your full, undivided attention, and I will not waste my time or repeat any of these lessons, is that clear?"
"Yes sir."
Sighing and praying her mother doesn't get a phone call she climbs up on the stage ignoring the stairs. She simply swings her leg up and crawls, but as she does her skirts raises a little flashing her teacher her pink lace panties. Scrambling to her feet she adjusts her skirt and takes her place next to the others. He stared at where he had caught the flash for a few seconds then continued on to begin teaching the class. He kept looking over at lacey, secretly hoping to get another glance at those panties.
She was getting fed up the entire class was full of the same old shit; students standing on desks, throwing paper and the same lecture from the same boring teacher. Scowling to herself she glared at the clock to the left hand side of the stage; 10 more minutes left.
He sat down at his desk; "alright class, everyone listen up. All of you will be free to go when the bell rings. Except you Lacey; I need to see you after class."
Groaning she slammed the play on the stage, "Can't I stay after tomorrow because tonight I have to..." she needed an excuse fast she did not want to stay after there was only 3 weeks of school left.
"I don't care about what you have to do tonight, you are going to stay after, I'm sure your mother will agree if I call her up."
"No please don't call her. I can't get grounded."
His voice was hushed, "Then you'll hush about staying after won't you?"
"Yes sir."
She couldn't risk her mother knowing she was told to stay after; she would get grounded from now till next school year. She looked at the clock again 1:55, only five more minutes. She had to readjust herself. She spread her legs just long enough to wiggle. He eyes immediately looked between her legs to see her panties again if they showed. She didn't notice him looking, but she crossed her legs leaving a limited view of the pink laciness. He smirked to himself, he was going to see them again, no matter what, and he now glanced at the clock, not wanting to wait any longer. The clock ticks on agonizingly slow till the bell echoed thru the room. Lacey stood up then looked back at the teacher, who motioned for her to sit back down. She watched everyone else file out the double doors free to go home while she was stuck here.
His lips curved into a devilishly handsome smile, "now, just us."
"What are you going to make me do? Scrape gum off the underside of the seat?"
"No, nothing quite so nasty."
He leaned back on his desk, and then patted a spot next to him. "Come over here."
She gave him a questioning look as if to ask why, but she complied she was in enough trouble. She sat in the seat next to him crossing her legs in modesty.
