Chapter 6

To be honest, while sitting in Denny’s that evening, I’d almost given up. As the final chunk of a tasty, semi-warm meatloaf filled my mouth, my mind whirled. Something had gone awry. With each curt, jaw-crushing bite, anger blossomed within me. It should’ve worked. By then, Mrs. Goodman was supposed to have arrived, pleaded, argued, and then gotten pissed before realizing she was doomed.

Slender ankle in my shiny bear trap.

But there’d been no sign of her. None. Darkness had long since fallen, and I’d not even received a phone call.

So, somewhere along the line, I must’ve fucked up. While chewing, I continued replaying everything. What had I gotten wrong? The plan was perfect. So, it had to be me. Once again, I was a failure. At least, my mother wouldn’t know about that one. Well, not unless the cops were on the way.

And then, I swear trumpets sounded as a blonde tornado dashed through the entrance. After a swift scan of the interior, Mrs. Goodman spoke to the hostess before heading for me. No sign of crimson on her face. Also, she’d forsworn any half-hearted attempt to intimidate me with clothing. Instead, she wore a fluffy, blood-red mock-neck sweater and denim jeans. In place of the sneakers, she wore open-toed heels. Her normal non-school style.

As she drew closer, with slender fingers pulsing at her sides, I scanned her face. Once more, a hint of make-up, but not much. Of course, she’d wish to look presentable in public, but not entice me. Too late for that. Far too late. When I glanced at her ankle, pointed steel teeth materialized to grip it.

Unlike last time, she said nothing before sliding onto the tattered red bench across from me. But behind those glittery emerald eyes, so many emotions swirled. Part of her, the upstanding mother and teacher, wanted to apologize for being late. While another chunk restrained a swift explosion of anger.

And yet, beyond all that, was pure terror. A growl built in my soul. That was what I wanted—craved. As my jeans tightened, my heartbeat thundered. With the grin fixed on my face, I slid a glass of water towards her. For a split second, that fury spiked in her. But at the crack of my knuckles, it vaporized.

“W-What’s...?” With her lower jaw trembling, she swung her wild-eyed gaze around the diner’s interior. “The video you sent. Why?”

Before I could answer, Ruby appeared, wearing a magical smile. As she bent to place a glass of water before Mrs. Goodman, it broadened. Yes, I’d noted the other blouse buttons she’d undone. Oh, my, she was competitive. And hopeful. After pulling her glimmering brown eyes from me, she looked at Mrs. Goodman before glancing at the still closed menu.

“Ya’ll need a bit more time, ma’am?”

“Uh. I’m not hungry, I’ll—”

“Lemon meringue, Ruby,” I stated. “Two slices and a coffee.”

“Lotsa cream, right?” she asked, watching Mrs. Goodman.

“Oh, yeah.” I replied with a chuckle that had the teacher’s shiny red lips pursing. “A lot of cream.”

“Alright. Anything else, sweetie?” As she spoke, her eyes bored into me from beneath arching eyebrows.

“No. Thanks, Ruby.”

When she started to turn, I reached out to grip her elbow. At her jolt, I chuckled.

“My, aren’t you sensitive?”

“Oh, baby. You’ve no idea.” Although a laugh escaped her, she gazed at my long fingers against her pale skin. When I scanned her chest, she made a point of shifting to give me a better view.

“I’d also like a refill, please, Ruby,” I said while flashing her my widest smile.

And here’s the thing. As I spent a little more time wandering the brunette’s ample curves, Mrs. Goodman had no idea where to look. Behind those white-rimmed eyes, discomfort and that luscious fear flickered. God, how my cock surged. Not least because Ruby’s arm trembled under my gliding fingertips.

“Sure, sugar. Um, no problem.” She smacked her lips. “I’ll be, uh, right back.”

After releasing Ruby, I watched her walk away. There was more swing in those hips. Solid. Plenty to grip. When I returned to Mrs. Goodman, she was sucking on a straw between her rosy lips. That had my hard-on surging. Once she realized I’d noticed, she gasped and, after letting it drop from her mouth, leaned closer.

“So, why? The video.” The forceful whisper sent a cloud of hot breath over my forearm. “And why those faces?”

“Well, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? Downtrodden, working-class black boy, Damon Porter. Forced to do reprehensible things by a trusted authority figure. A rich, white female authority figure.” That got her eyes widening. “An upstanding member of the First Baptist Church of Hillsville. Beloved wife and mother. The shame. The criminal charges. Sexual battery on one of her students. That’s hard time. Plus lots and lots of counseling.”

Just as I was about to continue, she crumbled. As a massive sob shook her slight frame, she stared out the window into the darkened parking lot. Oh, that’d been worth the wait. The jitteriness in her limbs. So nervous. Right then, she could feel those steely teeth. Her expression, utter panic, mixed with desperation. The life she’d once known was fading away.

God, she was hot.

“B-But you, um, said...” As tears cascaded down her cheeks, she returned to me. Her face was beyond white. “You promised we were done, Damon.”

“Nuh-uh.” I shook my head. “I told you we were finished for that night.”

When Ruby approached with her coffee, two immense slices of pie, and a pot to refill my mug, I fell silent. As I smiled up at her, she only had eyes for me. Despite the glint of her wedding band, they were flooded with hunger. But no fear. Which was a shame, and I only nodded as she pulled away.

“What do you want, Damon?” Mrs. Goodman muttered as I dug into the slab of soft magical goodness.

“Mmm. This pie’s the best.” I took another bite and grinned at her while swallowing. “Yep. You’re really gonna like it, Mrs. Goodman.”