New Teacher (Close for bankbabe13)

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Pembroke College had seen the writing on the wall for quite some time. The school had been featured on the news for all the wrong reasons from financial issues to behavioral scandals. The Dean had given one too many emails or announcements detailing how they would, “recover from this and come back better than ever.”

The school transformed over the years as funding fell. What once was a bustling open campus with beautiful green landscaping and modern classrooms turned into a blanket of decay and rust. The pathways that students walked became overgrown, covered in dead crab grass and cracked concrete with weeds hanging over the edges. The outside of the buildings were cracked as bricks fell and left holes that had to be hastily patched. Broken windows left the air conditioning working overtime and eventually it broke as well.

The school administration decided to throw bandaids on their most glaring issues. This exacerbated things making it far more obvious to the outside world that they were struggling. Bars were placed across windows, metal detectors at every entrance/exit and a surplus of security guards that you would find sleeping in their cars or in abandoned classrooms anytime of day or night during the last few sporting events they still held.

Everyone’s moral had progressively gotten worse which surprised staff and students alike. They didn’t realize there was a place to go below nothing. As the school struggled through scandal they lost further funding, crippling the programs they could offer, sports teams they could support which became a vicious cycle. Money rapidly dwindled which left teachers coming and going constantly. The only instructors they could attract were new, naive teachers that possessed an altruistic mindset on the profession.

They were fodder for the students to abuse and entertain themselves with. They didn’t stand a chance and many fled the school for opportunities elsewhere; many more changed their professional scope outright and abandoned teaching.

 

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Gwendolyn Johnson was a popular teacher at the Beverly Hills Senior high. All of 22 with a new degree in teaching. She was a bit of a prep so her students really liked her. She came to school as any other day,however this one was different. The principal called her in and said she was needed to fill in at the newly renovated Pembroke College for the next year. She protested but being one of the newer teachers she didn't have much choice. She went to bed and dreaded the next morning at her "New School".
She wanted to still look professional but at 22 she liked to be fashionable and show off her 5'9 120# frame and firm and perky 34B chest as she liked embracing her feminine girly girl side..Miss Johnson chose the following..

She left her shoulder length blonde hair down as she entered the halls for her 1st day.
All the female students gave her dirty looks and the male ones gave her perverted lustful looks.

 

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The halls were lined with students standing in their separate groups, talking amongst themselves until she passed. Their eyes looked up and stared as their heads turned slowly. A few of the students slowly licked their lips as they rubbed their hands together. As she came closer and passed they would whisper to one another, clamoring to blurt out the initial thoughts that had developed in their minds.

The dean was walking down the hallway to greet Gwendolyn. He was stressed and had been for a while with how poor the school’s situation was. He walked down the hallway at a brisk pace passing students with a gruff, “Excuse me,” said without much care for who was there.





Mr. Thomas Sheffield made his way to Gwendolyn and slowed his stride as he closed the final few feet to her. He was a tall man, standing at 6’ 1” with an athletic build. Despite his professional appearance he worse the stress of the job plain on his face. He offered a warm smile before introducing himself, “Hey Miss Johnson, my name is Thomas Sheffield. I’m so happy to see you here and hope you’re excited for your first official day teaching with us.”

The announcement permeates the hallways and students snickered as the realization dawned on them. Normally, new teachers here didn’t last very long for various reasons and they would do their best to test her.

Mr. Sheffield motioned to a classroom with a slightly ajar door, “Your classroom is right this way.”

 

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Miss Johnsons big blueish green eyes scanned the beat up walls and dented lockers as her heels clicked on the concrete floors.
Nothing like the high end upscale Beverly Hills Senior high from where she came from. She pretended to be looking at papers to avoid eye contact as she had heard many rough rumors on the reputation of this school. However Gwendolyn Johnson was eager and naieve thinking she could easily change the culture.
"This classroom looks like something from Mad Max movies" she thought to herself. She tried to organize and straighten a few things before her first students would be filing in within the hour that first day.

 

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Students filed in, louder than they had been in halls. As each student entered in a whirlwind of energy they stared at Miss Johnson. Their eyes said all that needed to be said, gawking and undressing her with their eyes.

A student walked to a desk beside her’s and kicked back. “So, you’re the new teacher? This is funny, you look like those bitches in porno movies.”

The class erupted in laughter, the guys leaning on each other as they cackled and the girls rolling their eyes as they felt jealousy more so than anything else. The last student filed in and seeing her, closed the door behind them. He stood at the door and stared Miss Johnson down, “You don’t belong here, that’s obvious right?”

 

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Miss Johnson swallowed a nervous lump in her throat but then tried to show a tough side, not her strongest suit, trying to restore order.
"Please have a seat this is my classroom and we dont behave like that please" the naive blonde teacher said.
Gwendolyn returned to the board and began to write introduction lessons down in the dimly lit classroom. This was far from the respect of Beverly Hills Senior high but in her over optimistic mind, she felt she could change the culture even now as most of the male students were undressing the new teacher with their eyes.

 

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“How many times you going to say ‘please’? I think you’re nervous and realize how little control you have here. Where you from?”

As he spoke he walked forward, slowly stepping to the front of the classroom. His sentence ended and his feet came to a halt behind you. The classroom paused, unsure of what to make of his advancement towards you.

The classroom knew him as Thomas, Thomas Miner. He had been at the school for about two years and was a pain to most of the teachers and staff. They were unsure of whether he was smart or not, who knows with how little he applied himself.

 

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"Beverly Hills Senior high, taking this assignment for a year to get a positive culture back in these halls." the petite blonde teacher said with her normal upbeat bubbly vibe. Inside nervous as hell but trying to show a strong side.
Her big blueish green eyes darted to her desk as she spoke to Thomas. Thinking avoiding eye contact, pretending she was focusing on school mattters, would cut through building tension.

 

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“Positive culture, what the fuck is that?”

He places his hand on the board over your left shoulder and leans. His body rests right beside Miss Johnson, the odor of his musk and his unkempt nature slowly permeating the general area.

His eyes looked her over, slowly glancing across her seemingly perfect figure. Pupils dilating he leaned over to her neck and inhaled her scent with a long exaggerated motion. The hairs on his mustache began to quiver and a change came over him. Muttering to himself, “This bitch is gonna…”

His voice trailed off, the words disappearing into thoughts in his head. His eyes looked behind them at the students intently watching him wondering what he would do. “Miss Johnson,” he whispered into her ear. “If you come in tomorrow I plan on putting you in your place. I’m warning you, don’t be stupid.”

Thomas walked to a desk positioned beside her larger desk in the corner. Slumping into the seat he looked at her without blinking. The classroom sat quietly before conversations built into a normal volume for the disruptive college.

 

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The rest of the day was uneventful. Miss Johnson went home ignoring Thomas's words figuring new teacher hazing trying to rattle her.
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Miss johnson tried to say hello to the students in the hall with her normally bubbly tone but most just ignored her knowing she was from Beverly Hills and most there think they were better than the inner city schools. Miss Johnson was at her desk a good 2 hours before class time, she liked to be prepared and wondered if Thomas was messing with her or not. She could read the preppy kids of Beverly Hills Senior high but Pembroke was another institution all together.

 

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Tomas walked down the hallway exchanging glances and short words with friends as he passed. Having had issues at home for most of his life he found refuge staying with friends or acquaintances, couch surfing for the most part. Rarely getting rest he would find himself out at early hours of the morning or late at night walking the streets, a cigarette in hand. As he billowed smoke into the air he would run through the thoughts that arrived in his head m before filing them away for later. When he ran out of cigarettes he would stop at the gas station and continue walking some more, heading nowhere and doing much of nothing.

The morning after Miss Johnson’s first day he found himself walking past the school. The security lights were on and a few cars scattered the parking lot as more arrived. The classes he had could be seen from the road, all engulfed in the light of early dawn except for one. The petite shadowy figure that was gliding around the room had to be Miss Johnson. ‘That bitch…,’ he thought to himself.

Walking across the patchy grass covered in weeds he darted to the front door of the school. Pulling on the primary door at the end of the hallway it clicked and opened free for him. Stepping inside he traded the rising sun for the fluorescent lights of the school. Stepping down the hallway he approached the only classroom without students entering in and placed his hand on the handle. Quietly he opened it, hoping to surprise Miss Johnson.

Sitting at her desk he looked at her, quietly watching before his right hand reached for the door and made an emphatic switch on the deadbolt of the door. They were locked in together.

 

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Startled by the bolt clicking echoing in the empty room, Miss Johnson looked up and said "Thomas you are very early good sign for my students but why did you lock the door? " the blonde teacher said in a friendly bubbly but naive tone.
She was a bit nervous as he said nothing immediately but played it off as either him messing with the " new" teacher or just shy to new people. "Since here early Thomas, was there something you needed help with?" The blonde teacher asked with a curious tone.

 

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Thomas walked forward as his shoulders curled forward with his footsteps inching closer to her. His eyes were hazy, his chin twitching as a slow itch in his scruffy facial hair arose. “I want your help…with a lot of things…”

His voice was monotone as his focus left him emotionless. While his lungs waited for the last second to pull more air into his body, he almost slowed to a stop between steps. A collection of bruised and broken fingernails rose to his waist and he undid his belt. The leather slid through each loop in his pants as he removed it while his eyes stayed onto her.

His belt came loose and he held it, collecting each end into his hand. Holding it at his waist menacingly he looked at her with a grin. “Drop my pants and get to your knees…we have time but not as much as I want.”

 

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Shocked by his bold words, Miss Johnson stood up and took a few steps to "confront" Thomas, standing about six inches away. "I most certainly will not do that Thomas! That is massively inappropriate, even around here i presume" the blonde teacher exclaimed.
Secretly turned on by the bold move but was not about to let that known. There was a slight crackin her voice as she was admittedly a bit intimidated by his manner as he was hard to figure out and Miss the WAS new here, still getting used to how different Pembroke was from Beverly Hills Senior high. She snuck a glance at the bulge in his pants and swallowed a nervous lump in her throat as, again she insisted that was not the "help" she'd offer. Gwendolyn's big blueish green eyes wide in anticipation as he didn't budge in this mini game of cat and mouse developing before her naive mind.

 

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Thomas stared at her and watched as she stood defiantly in front of him. Her body language was sound and controlled save for one detail he almost missed. Those soft lips of hers gave her away, and a smile formed from the corner of his mouth.

Taking his zipper down he reached for his cock and pulled it from his pants. Keeping quiet he returned to staring her down as his cock sat out before her. Matching her energy he took a step towards her where he could smell her sweet perfume permeating the air a bit more.

 

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Swallowing a slight nervous lump in her throat, Miss Johnson said "Thomas this is inappropriate behavior put that away". His cold gaze secretly captivating her. Gwendolyn turning a little red as the situation and the tension giving her tingles in her pussy, it being shaved and pantiless under her pantyhose where the thin nylon layer rubbed it as she tried to show a tough side. A lamb in the presence of a lion. Gwendolyn's perky little breasts rose and fell under her blouse as she awaited Thomas's next move.

 

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Thomas closed the gap with his hands reaching and taking hold of her throat. With a firm step he pushed her back into the board and held her firm. His eyes remained focused without a hint of his inner frustration. The air racing from behind his clinched teeth told a different story.

As he closed his final step in front of her his lone hand took hold of the bottom hem of her dress. His fingers softly played against her thighs before they slid against her slit. “No underwear, my teacher’s a slut…”

His eyes widened and he smiled at Miss Johnson. She was under his control until he said otherwise.

 

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Miss Johnson slapped him at the "slut" comment. Then RRIIP was heard Thomas ripped open the crotch of Gwendolyn's pantyhose in reponse, speking no words, just action. Her breathing more labored, her brain stuck between fight or flight. "Thomas get your hand from under my skirt this is not how my students behave!" The blonde teacher stammered. In a naive attempt to reason with him. The blonde teacher should of run but her high society stubbornness was in charge now thinking she could talk her way out. Although secretly she liked the loss of control and his initiative in bold moves.