Katie's Lesson (Closed)

[DeepBlue89]

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Hi, my name is Katie Smith and this is the story of my daily life here, in my crummy home town.

I'm an eighteen year old student at Richmond Academy, a public high school here in New York State. It's a decent school, although I guess that I long for something more than this small suburban town can offer me. If I had to guess, I suppose that's why I pushed myself so hard academically; putting in hours of studying for not only my classes, but for the SATs that were coming up soon. Not only this, but I did my best to take part of extracurricular activities at school; being part of the journalism, photography and debating clubs at the same time. It was hectic, but I had both my natural tenacity and my loving boyfriend, Nathan, to thank. He was pretty much my stone, by the way - the only man that I could seem to rely on, besides my father. While my boyfriend wasn't the most studious person at first, having preferred to spend his time on the internet, playing video games - he switched to spending time with me at the library on my nights, cramming our heads with all sorts of trivia for our upcoming tests. I swore to him that not only was I going to get into Harvard, but he was going to as well. Anything to get us out of this town. Anything to get me away from these morons that plagued my life.

As you can probably tell, I wasn't too fond of my town, or my school. I'll start with the latter.

Richmond Academy was an okay place, I guess - there were definitely worse high schools in the country. What really made me hate this place, were the students. Both Nathan and I, of course, got teased relentlessly. My boyfriend in particular was bullied a lot, mainly from those cocky jocks who somehow believed that they were on their way to super stardom, despite our school not even being renowned for athletics. As for me? Well, I was teased relentlessly for my body. As much as I hate to admit this, I had a figure that made most women jealous. I was tall, at least among the girls - standing at about 5'8". I have long legs, thighs probably built for cheer-leading, if the snarky remarks from the popular girls were anything to go over. A fit stomach from my time at the gym, 32D cup breasts. But aside from that, I guess the most noteworthy thing about me is my ass. Genetics, I suppose but I had a big round ass...earning me some lewd nicknames around school. "Big Booty Katy", "The sexy fat ass nerd", "The nerdy pawg" - all sorts of lewd slang was thrown my way with guys always trying to objectify me. I always flipped him off, but that unfortunately only seemed to intensify the comments. The point is that I hated everyone at the school...except for Nathaniel, of course.

As for people outside my school, I guess that they were okay...

Well, except for Boris West.

Mr. West was a notorious figure around our town, having been sent to jail a couple years ago on some charge that was very hush hush around town. Personally, I had my own theories - that it was something small, like a drug dealing gone bad. Our neighborhood was basically owned by an uptight home owner's association, so I figured that it was all kept quiet because they didn't want property prices to fall. While students at my high school were scared of him, crossing the street whenever they saw his windowless van parked on one side of the road, I thought that he was just some shady drug dealer and didn't think much of him. Or at least, until I saw him at the gym I went to during the late evening.

Again, I didn't think much of it, figuring that he just wanted to stay in his corner and work out. I told Nathan to ignore him while we did our thing, although my boyfriend seemed to be afraid of his presence and swore that he saw him staring at me. I thought that he was just a coward; being so terrified of a man that we knew little to nothing about. At times I got so frustrated with Nathaniel that I wandered off in the gym, usually to work out at the treadmill - after all, how could my boyfriend be so stupid? What did Boris do to make either one of us scared?

Well, as it turns out, he'd soon find a way to not so much as scare me, but make me think that he was a creep.

I found myself using the treadmill one evening, jogging on the machine when I got some uneasy feeling. You know that feeling that you can't shake off, that somehow you're being watched? I had that and I ignored it for a good five minutes. But when I couldn't take it anymore, I turned off my treadmill and saw Boris standing there, giving me some intense stare. I then looked down and saw it in his hand. The blinking light from his phone.

He was recording me while I jogged!

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I looked at him, baffled as my gaze moved from his phone to his face; a red hue on my face as the realization that the camera was focused on my famous ass, jiggling and swaying within the confines of my tight pants hit me. Why was everyone so fixated on it? I hated the attention I got from it at school, and I couldn't believe that I was receiving it here too - from a man who was like...triple my age, no less! "What the hell are you doing? There are other treadmills you know!" I said with a grunt, tossing my long brown hair to my side as I moved away from the treadmill, my gaze still on this fifty or so year old man.

God, I had enough of this kind of behavior at school - I didn't need it here too!

 

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Boris West, well that is the name he now went by, yet years ago as the Siviet Union was collasping he had been know as Boris Karpof, a petty criminal, of no real importance, well that was before he came to America. He fit in easily to the vibrant Russian society of Little Odessa in Brooklyn as he chased the American dream. Karpof had found money easier to make if he once more reknewed his ties with the Russian Mafia. So know he was Boris West some times night manager of a little gym in Terrytown New York. He did not have the sterotypical Russian look. Boris was not exceedingly tall at 5 foot 11 inches. His hair was not dark, or ash blonde but rusty copper, as was the perninal three day groth of beard on his face, and he lacked the slight Asian cast to his eyes, but had rather more the classic Swedish appearance with peircing hazel eyes. It was the perfect cover for his real buisness, a little something for bored suburian house wives, or for the little Prepies at Richmond Academy who were looking for a little spice in their boring sheltered lives as well as doing a little Book on the side covering some local bets. That had landed him a year in the county jail, hardly the hard time of a Soviet Goolog.

Yet there were other benefits to his cover job as the Gym’s night manager and one of those was the little blonde on the treadmill. She wore a tight little Lycra outfit that fit her like a second skin and highlighted her fabulous ass quite nicely. Boris mouth started to water just thinking about her. According to the Gym’s records she was a Miss Katherine Smith and by the looks of her hardly a day over eighteen, that Boris had to be sure of, as he did not desire another stent in prison. Boris now turned his attention to the gorgeous young honey blonde with the stunning blue eyes. She was normally accompanied by a nerdy little guy with his nose in a book, or his i-phone and never seemed to really ever exercise. There was something about the kid something Boris could not quite put his finger on. Boris watched the pair, for they were a pair but not a couple. While she did her workout he floated through the Gym watching her and the other girls exercise but the kid’s eyes always returned to her. He had found out the guy’s name was Nathan, she called him Nat, and he called her Katie. Katie he breathed her name and decided that she would be his.

It was mid evening, 8:30 or so and the Gym was fairly deserted, Boris decided to make his first move on sweet little Katie and her nice firm enticing ass. She was alone in the treadmill room, he entered from the staff door leaned back against the wall. Taking out his cell phone Boris recorded Katie and he savored each little bounce and jiggle of that perfect heart shaped ass as she jogged, Boris made no attempt to hide what he was doing, he wanted to see Katie’s reaction when she noticed him videotaping her.

"What the hell are you doing? There are other treadmills you know!"

Boris let out a low whistle, smiled as the tip of his tongue slid across the bow of his lips enjoying the fire in the young beauty’s eyes and the maidenly blush that kissed her flawless cheeks,

“Ya baby, but none have the view yours does Sweet Cheeks!”

Boris gave Katie a wink as he leisurely pushed off the wall and slowly began to walk towards her. His movements had the smooth, natural grace, grace of a tiger on the hunt. His dark hazel eyes glimmered with a hint of gold. Boris’ eyes sought Katie’s stunning blue eyes in his unblinking gaze.

“Baby you have a great body I can see your workouts are really paying off honey and your ass is really great. Did you ever think of modeling?”

Boris made no effort to hide the way his eyes took in every sensual curve of Katie’s lush young body, as if he were mentally stripping her with his eyes.

“I could help you get a gig or two baby modeling for some workout equipment suppliers. Just say the word Hun.”

Of course those photos would require Katie to be topless, or completely nude but no need to tell the gorgeous babe that, first see if she would bite. Boris was now standing hardly more than a breath away from Katie, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body the musky scent of the man filling her nostrils and his seductive hazel eyes searching the clear azure depths of Katie’s eyes as he casually looped a clean gym towel around the girl’s slender neck, still holding the ends, as if Boris had just collared Katie.

”What’s going on…….Katie are you all right.”

So the little nerd was here, no doubt watching, well let’s give he something to watch. Boris drew Katie to him his body pressed to hers as if they were lovers.

“Just say the word Baby!”

Boris gave Katie a saucy wink, released the towel and turned on his heel leaving her standing there and the kid gauging.