Chapter 1: Class Dismissed

It was the beginning of a new semester with new faces and new opportunities. Betsy Bailey had made the jump from high school Algebra and Trig teacher to college students. It was new territory for the 38 year old wiry bachelorette. She was only 5’2” and 110 lbs, but that didn’t stop her from achieving her goal and overcoming her personality as an introvert. Since grade school she had always been bullied, which was why she pushed through in college for her mathematics degrees. Her life experiences had taught her that being smart was better than being pretty.

“I don’t have to answer that, Miss Bailey,” the busty 6’ tall Monica Cranston replied sarcastically. “You’re the teacher, you’re supposed to know everything!” Her free ride on a volleyball scholarship afforded certain perks that others could only dream about. Her perfect complexion, 38DD tits, and bleach blonde hair only added to her ability to get whatever she wanted. People knew not to argue with Monica.

“Well, Monica, part of our curriculum is question and answer. Let’s see if I can help you get–”

“Yeah, we’re supposed to be learning, not trying to guess the answers to dumb riddles,” Abigail Patterson interrupted. “Besides, that doesn’t even make sense.”

Her divorced parents struggled and her OF page paid for the extras she required to fit in with the right people in college. Hanging out with Monica gave her privileges she wouldn’t otherwise have. Abigail was 5’8” with dark brown hair and medium sized tits, but her best asset was her ass and she knew it. Plus, she absolutely loved to suck dick and eat pussy. She and Monica never had a dull moment and were always prepared for a new adventure. Betsy Bailey was their latest target.

You could hear a pin drop at that moment. These two bullies had a reputation that Betsy wasn’t aware of. According to Betsy, everyone deserved a chance to learn and she was determined to make sure each of her students were afforded the same opportunity. Even if they were just being stubborn. If they had learning issues, there were other methods. Betsy, herself, had issues as a child with learning. She could figure out how to reach these two, plus, she always favored the underdog.

“I need you two to stay after class please,” Betsy said nervously. She had no idea what she would say. Hopefully, these two girls could be reasonable. If they were, at the very least Betsy could offer to give them private tutoring. That way, they could pass legitimately.

The girls looked at each other and giggled. “Ok, since you said please,” Monica said, blatantly mocking her.

Betsy knew her class could be more than she could handle. Teaching high school algebra was difficult, but there were rules and consequences that were enforced. Now that she was teaching college students, she was doubting herself. Math had always been easy for her, but there were rules and logistics that came with the problems. Controversy was not easy. Being an introvert, communication was never her strength. She enjoyed reading and math, so teaching seemed like a natural job for her. A perfect motivational fit ... until it wasn’t.

Everything she knew about engaging with students came from the books she’d read. It was assumed that she had experience with manipulating difficult situations and attitudes in the classroom, but high school was different. These college students were supposed to be grown adults, however at the moment, they reminded her of middle school girls with their petty arguments and passive aggressive comments. They simply wanted Betsy to give them a passing grade without learning the material. At least that’s what she thought.

Betsy resumed her writing on the chalk board as the two girls sat in the back, whispering to each other and checking their phones. Monica whispered something in Abigail’s ear and then candidly snapped a picture of Betsy. They continued whispering and checking their phones until the end of class. Betsy dismissed the rest of the class and watched as Abigail closed the door once the others had left.

“Oh, it’s not necessary to close the door. I just thought we should talk. I really want to help you girls so–”

“Did you graduate from Denver High School?” Monica said, cutting her off.

“Actually, yes. I did. Why would you ask–”

“Were you as much of a nerd back then?” Abigail cut in, pointing her finger.

“Well, I’m not sure what you mean–”

“You know exactly what we mean. Were you always a straight laced book worm with non social tendencies and a prim scrawny look, like you’ve gagged yourself to starvation?” Abigail interrupted again.

“You know, with some makeup and a wardrobe makeover, you could probably at least get a date, Miss Bailey,” Monica added.

“But I’m not sure what this has to do with my educational background? I mean, why are you–”

“So is this you?” Monica asked, with an evil grin as she flashed the picture on her phone.

Betsy froze as she stood with her mouth open. It was her, but she’d never seen the photo before that moment. “That, that’s gotta be an A I picture. It’s A I, right?” She was almost certain it wasn’t, but inside, she lost her breath as the words came back from nearly two decades prior, “One of these days your little secret won’t be a secret anymore, Betsy Busheater!” Donna Moore, her arch enemy from high school had said.

Donna and her friends used to bully Betsy mercilessly at school every day. It was all childish pranks until one day they trapped her in the girl’s locker room after school and made her lick Donna’s hairy pussy. It was humiliating and disgusting to Betsy. Nothing like that had ever happened before, but afterwards they used her as their personal sex slave every day until her family moved out of town.

Now, her nightmare had come to fruition, seeing that Donna had snapped a picture as Betsy was licking her. Of course their friend Sally, who was holding Betsy’s face between Donna’s legs, had been conveniently cropped out. Now these two girls were looking at a photoshopped picture of her licking Monica’s mom.

“That’s not what it–”

“I knew she liked pussy!” Abigail spouted. “Remember? I called it the first day of class. She’s too creepy awkward to not be a licker. I bet she’s never sucked a dick before.”

“Have you?” Monica asked as she grabbed Betsy’s hair and pulled her in close. Her tiny body was no match for Monica’s tall muscular frame.

“Yes, yes. Of course I have,” Betsy answered awkwardly. She wasn’t totally lying. She almost sucked her uncle one time, but her mother walked in before he had a chance to remove his pants.

“But you obviously prefer eating pussy, don’t you Miss Bailey?” Abigail interjected. “This picture proves it. Maybe we should send this picture to everyone on your phone, Miss Bailey? That way you could–”

“No, no, no! Please, don’t do that,” Betsy said as she pulled away from Monica. “What do you want? Look, I can help you pass my class. I’ll give you free tutoring, as much as you need! Both of you. For free! Seriously, I can–”

“We have something much better in mind. I think you’ll like it because it doesn’t involve eating a hairy pussy like my mom’s,” Monica interrupted, smiling as the two closed in on Betsy. “First, let’s see those little tits you’re hiding underneath your sweater.” Abigail snatched Betsy’s phone from her desk and began scrolling through her pictures.

“No, please. Can’t we just work this out like adults? Is it money you want? Clothes? I can buy you clothes. Shoes? I can–”

“Nope,” Monica said, rudely interrupting. “Nothing so tangible or materialistic. No, I think we’d like to pick up where my mom left off.”

“Yeah, she told us all about your obedience. We know what you like. These screenshots clearly indicate a submissive outlook on servitude, as my psych teacher would–”