The Rosewood Community College football team bonfires were legendary and had been so for years. It didn't matter if it was football season or not, if you got an invite, you went. Dozens, not hundreds of people showed up but the small crowd is why they were so good. Local 18 year old high school girls, recent alumni, or fun party people from the area were frequent attendees. Held randomly like a flash mob, if you got the message you tried to go so your spot wasn't given away next time. The one thing that the bonfires were strict about was the guard- If he didn't know you he checked your ID and you showed him your invite on the phone and then left it at the gate. Absolutely no one under 18 was allowed and neither where pictures. They didn't care that the drinking age was 21, no one at Rosewood C.C. was 21, but if and when these parties turned into an orgy, no one wanted to be charged with statutory rape.
Rylie Baker was a local high schooler in her senior year that fall and was almost 19. Not the best student in her class, she was known for her beauty and athletic prowess. Already promised a scholarship for volleyball at the large Division 1 university nearby, she had everything going her way to escape the town of Rosewood so a beer bash bonfire was the last place she should have been. But Rylie was a bit of a whore, liked to party, drink and fuck. Because of her athletic ability, she could go all night. Because of her lithe and toned body, blonde hair, gorgeous face and sex skills, she was in high demand. Her lack of morals made her open to anything and after her third bonfire and the fact she had three willing holes to score in, she earned the nickname "Hat Trick". Usually by the end of the night one of the guys would take her "tight end" and someone else would get her "wide receiver" and another would fill her mouth.
One particular night went wrong for Rylie. While being passed around the fire one of the players didn't bother with a condom. And then another decided not to use one also. Several loads later and a month worth of nervousness, Rylie decided she needed to make some life changes or she would never play D1 volleyball.
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Doug Simmons was, or had been anyway, a young, idealistic dreamer who went to college to become a science teacher and spent a year with ProgressCorps For A Better World, a group that sent him to blighted areas around the country, having him work for next to free while providing room and board and promised to pay off his student loans. Then, after a year they would get him a teaching job in a state that promised to pay down or pay off the rest of his student loans for a 4 year teaching commitment at one of the state's less desirable schools. Fresh out of college, Doug was going to change the world, but he quickly saw that the world needed more help than he could give it, or maybe it just wasn't worth saving. Moral decay, violence, hatred- he decided people sucked and the good people were far outnumbered by the bad ones. He also decided name, ethnicity and status had nothing to do with it. As a science teacher, he was familiar with the "Nature versus Nurture" debate, and if genealogy was nature, then nurture seemed to win almost every time. People got into bad groups and spread their awful behavior like wildfire, and that sad fact left him jaded. To put it bluntly, he just didn't give a fuck anymore. He was going to teach long enough to pay off his loans and then use his science education to land a job where he could make money. Today's students were bad, but even worse than them were their parents.
And this year at North High School in Rosewood is where two paths would intersect, changing their lives forever.
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North High was diverse racially, ethically, and economically both with students and faculty. It was perhaps one of the best cross sections of the entire country. Not a huge school, it only had 600 kids in its high school. Some were well known and some would make it four years with most teachers never learning their names. Rylie of course was well known because of her athletic skills. An outstanding volleyball player she also held school records in track and softball. Curtailing her sexual appetite since her last bonfire and not drinking lately, she turned to other vices. Security sweeps of the school were narrowing down on the substance abuse offenders, but not all had been caught nor would they ever all be caught. But Mr. Simmons knew better how to catch a sneaky person than the 85 year old security guard did, and he laid a trap, and like a great night in hockey, he scored a Hat Trick.
Had the stars lined up differently, Doug Simmons could have fallen madly in love with Rylie Baker. She was talented, graceful, gorgeous and seemed much wiser than any other high school senior or girl he had even dated in college. And only 5 years separated them in age. A big gap now, but in 5 or 10 or 50 years it would be totally insignificant. But out of all of the people he had ever met, she seemed as morally bankrupt as any, and he didn't even know the half of it. No one at North High did.
He knew someone had been vaping in the locker room during 5th period which coincided with chorus, lunch, study hall and P.E. and since it was a time when people came and went and no one had science class, he set out to trap them. He set a tiny camera up in the boys locker room entryway along with a tiny sensor, both hooked into an app on his smartphone. If he got caught, he would probably end up in jail even though he would not be able to see anyone naked in there. Cameras in a locker room were bad news, but this way he could monitor who came and went, and when the sensor detected certain chemicals, he could go in the locker room and bust whoever it was. And as a male right next to the locker room, he could explain a reason as to why he was in the boy's locker room.
He hadn't expected to see Rylie go in there.
He watched and for three days in a row as she entered the boy's locker room and then his chemical detector would silently go off. He knew he had the culprit. He should have turned over he evidence, but with the camera, he would be in trouble. The sensor was no big deal, but was proprietary and something he developed himself and didn't want to give it to the school. And he knew a little about her reputation and since she was almost 19, even though he would get fired for fucking a student, he wouldn't go to jail if it went that far. But he could still hope and blackmail.
So on Thursday his camera and phone alerted him to Rylie's presence in the locker room, and 4 minutes later his sensor detected chemicalized vapor, so he did a recon and found the area clear. And he took notes. Friday, the same thing, Rylie, vapors, no one. He did this for the next week and Thursday he had formed a plan. After school on Thursday he put a barrel lock on the locker room door and changed the direction of his camera to watch the hallway better and knowing that no one had gone near the locker room during her vape break, he waited. Security protocols in place, just like clockwork Rylie came down the hall and presumably went into the locker room. 4 minutes later Mr. Simmons had his sensor go off, and 3 minutes after that, he entered the locker room and locked the door.
He heard scuffling and running water and realized it was coming from in the showers. He then said in a commanding voice, "Allright you boys, get out here. What's going on?"
No one came out, so he warned, "All right, on 'three' I'm coming in. One, two..."
"All right, I'm sorry. I'm coming out," Rylie said.
He didn't talk to her much since her class participation was not great, but with her sexy, womanly voice she had a future in phone sex, and with her body, a future in porn. He knew what her grades were and was vaguely familiar with her reputation and figured when college didn't work out for her, porn is where she's end up anyway. Hell yeah, he'd watch her.
Rylie came walking out, completely naked, still dripping wet. Mr. Simmons was speechless, which is what Rylie had hoped for, gaining the upper hand. She looked right at Mr. Simmons and said, "I had an accident at lunch and needed a shower. Now you invaded my locker room and I'm telling."
"Um, uh, go ahead, Miss. This is the boys locker room and I'm allowed to use the restroom and you are not. Also," taking a big whiff of air and not smelling anything, he said, "I happen to smell smoke. I think reporting this to the principal, getting you suspended will probably ruin your Division 1 sports career and scholarship, won't it, Miss Baker," he said with more authority than he felt. The fact that she was naked, and she had been able to see how hard he was, and he didn't expect her to be naked really put him at a disadvantage. Even though he would not soon forget the visual of her perfect body, he was wished she would have been clothed.
"Oh, no, you want to tattle on me? Oh, no, what will I ever do," she said in a mocking tone. "Do you think Dave will care that I'm vaping? I'll just suck his cock again and all will be forgiven."
Doug just stood there dumbfounded. Was "Dave" also Dr. David Johnson, the principal?
"Yes, Mr. Simmons, I sucked off the principal to get out of my last suspension."
Oh shit, Doug was in over his head, and they both knew it. She had him in checkmate and he needed a lifeline. And then Rylie threw him one.
