My eyes creeped open as the sun shone through my drapes that apparently I didn't close tight enough. It was OK though because I needed to get up to get to school anyway. Even though I took Monday off, the events of the day didn't make it feel like a day off at all. I flipped over on my bed and looked at the ceiling. Everything was so fucked up. Sitting up I grabbed my phone and read the inevitable message that was waiting for me.
Message: SORRY FOR MY TONE YESTERDAY
My eyebrow raised. The asshole was sorry? Part of me wanted to write back, "it's OK," but I didn't. I couldn't. Was this part of their way to manipulate me? To make me feel bad for them? To forgive them?
Message: I LOST MY TEMPER
Message: BUT YOU HAD FUN ANYWAY DIDN'T YOU?
I waited a moment before replying. What would I say?
Message: Yes...
I was honest even though I hated that I was. I was struggling to understand what I was doing, feeling it was all wrong and right at the sametime.
Message: I KNEW IT
Message: DO YOU WANT TO CONTINUE?
I couldn't believe what I was reading. The blackmailer was actually asking me if I wanted to continue? Wanted to be blackmailed? Of course I didn't. Right? No. Of course not.
Message: No
I waited.
Message: TO BAD
Message: YOU LOVE IT
My heart sank. For a second I thought I might get out of this. That it might all be over, but who was I kidding? Why did I think that would happen? Based on everything that had happened, everything that I'd done, been told to do, was I really going to get out of it so easily?
Message: WEAR PACKAGE #2 NO BRA NO COVER
Message: THE BOTTOMS ARE UP TO YOU
Message: AND OPEN PACKAGE #7 AND TAKE IT WITH YOU
Message: CHECK YOUR MESSAGES TODAY SLUT
I dropped my head into my hands as I finished reading the messages. Another day of hell, or was it heaven now? I was so screwed up I didn't even know.
I got cleaned up, washed my face, brushed my teeth and brushed my hair, before opening the packages. Package two had a white turtleneck inside. Not what I expected but based on the leggings from the day before I had a good idea of what it would be like to wear. I didn't even worry about it anymore. Package seven on the other hand was not a piece of clothing. I pulled out a long pink double ended dildo from the packaging and held it in my hand. It didn't phase me anymore. A sex toy in a package that was left for me would normally be something shocking. But not now, not with how my life was.
I pulled the white shirt over my head and down my body to where it ended, just above my navel, my stomach on display. I didn't realize how short it was before, but now I was worried this was too obvious for school. Surely people would notice, they would stare, they would talk, would I get in trouble? My tits weren't visible necessarily, but in the right light the material would be more see-thru for sure, there was no denying that. My nipples poked through like little stones in my shirt. I was turned on. There was no hiding it. Thoughts swirled in my head of people seeing my nipples, seeing me dressed in this shirt, and for some reason that made me even hornier. Fuck.
I put on a pair of conservative panties, trying to rebel ever so slightly, and a pair of tight black jeans, a low heeled boot, and I was ready to go. If I wasn't a teacher, mother and someone with responsibilities I would have thought I looked pretty good, but for my situation, I looked completely out of place.
Sam and Emma had left early, some kind of project at school they needed to help on. That worked for me because it gave me a little longer without anyone seeing me dressed like this. Breakfast, coffee, my bag with my laptop and now a double ended dildo and I was ready to go. As I stepped outside I noticed it was overcast, not the nicest day, but maybe the lack of sunlight would help keep my shirt a little less see-thru.
I strode confidently into the school, keeping my head up, trying to portrait an image of someone completely comfortable with what they were wearing, and not concerned at all. The opposite was actually how I felt though. Scared, worried, yet excited. Wow was I fucked.
My first class went by without many issues. Were there stares? Yes. Did I see girls chuckling to themselves as my nipples pressed against the material? Of course. Were the boys paying more attention then usual? There was no doubt. But if that was the worst that happened I couldn't complain. As the class continued and I moved around the material kept rubbing up against my exposed nipples, making them harder, more sensitive. The blackmailer was some kind of genius it seemed, everything they made me do turned me on even more. I kept playing along with the innocent teacher part, but I wanted nothing more than to sit at my desk, undo my pants and get off.
The bell rang and I planned to do just what I wanted to do. I walked over to my desk and sat down, waiting for all of my students to exit the room. As the last one left, I followed, closed and locked the door, back to my desk, sitting down and undoing the button on my jeans before lowering the zipper. As my hand began to slip into my panties a call came through to the classroom phone. "Fuck" I said to myself as I walked over and picked it up.
"Hello?" I said, a little annoyed.
"Hey Madison, it's Tina, I'm just calling to remind you about your meeting with Mr. Wallace in five minutes," she said in a professional tone.
"Oh shit!" I replied having completely forgotten about it. "OK... I'll be there in a minute."
"OK... and maybe we can get lunch together or something?" Tina asked.
"Sure... sounds good," I said before following it with "bye."
I let out a sigh knowing I wasn't going to get off now as I had planned, but that was quickly followed by a sense of worry. My meeting with Mr. Wallace. I had completely and utterly forgotten. What did he want to meet about? I was pretty sure I knew, I wasn't the same as I was a few weeks ago, I mean look at how I was dressing. Actually look at how I was dressed right then and there. My top, my nipples. "I'm so getting fired," I said to myself as I did up my jeans and left the room.
I said "Hi" to Tina as I walked past her desk and knocked on Mr. Wallace's door, "Hello?"