Tuesday 22nd November
Miss Tan was not in college today. I was a little concerned. What if she turns herself in? What then for me?
I shook off my worries, she would be a fool to confess to everything at this stage.
'Why aren't you at college?' I asked her at lunchtime.
'I didn't feel up to it. I've got a lot on my mind. Mainly because of you!'
'Because of me?' I replied, in disbelief.
'Yes, you're scaring me.'
'You have nothing to worry about. Do as I say and no one will ever find out about what you did.'
I had to work tonight. It was nearly midnight by the time I arrived home.
'Are you still awake?' I texted.
'Yes' she responded.
'Are you going to be in college tomorrow?'
'Yes.'
'Good. I'm going to ask you some questions now. Okay?'
'What sort of questions?'
'The sort you won't want to answer. But you're going to. Understand?'
'Yes.'
'How many men have you been with?'
I waited over an hour for a reply. Just as I had given up hope of one coming my phone beeped.
'Five' the message read.
'And how many woman?' I replied, hopefully.
'None' came her expected, but still disappointing, response.
'Do you like sucking cock?'
'No'.
'Do you like having your pussy licked?'
'Sometimes'.
I am delighted with myself. She may not have appreciated it at the time, but she has now given me an extra layer of collateral. It would have been difficult for me to come forward about the accident at this stage. Had I done so, I would have had a lot of questions to answer myself. I withheld information from the police; not to mention the fact that I have been blackmailing a school teacher. Now though I have a far more feasible weapon at my disposal. Two text messages, sent within minutes of each other. The first from my phone asking if she enjoyed cunnilingus; the second from hers with a tentative reply. I could, in theory, take these messages to a number of sources, my parents, my older sister, another teacher, and tell them that I am uncomfortable with the relationship I'm having with this teacher. If I did this, what could she possibly do? She couldn't tell anyone I was blackmailing her, they would ask how and what with. Her only feasible option would be to resign, in the full knowledge she would never be allowed to teach again.
My final message of the evening detailed the above theory. Miss Tan made no reply.
Wednesday 23rd November
I had no lesson with Miss Tan today, but I did see her on a few occasions. She didn't look too good. She was very pale and wore no make-up.
'You look ill' I texted her, as I climbed into my car at the end of the school day.
'I didn't get much sleep' she replied.
It was time, I decided on the drive home, to set her a little assignment. Nothing too challenging, just something to ease her into the game.
'Do you ever watch porn?' I asked.
'No' came her predicted response.
'Later tonight I'm going to send you a link to a porn clip. You're going to watch it. All of it. Understand?'
'Yes.'
Later in the evening I sent a link to what is a fairly typical porn clip. It features a well known female pornstar with two men.
'Have you watched it yet?' I asked, shortly after having sent it.
'I'm not at home at the moment.'
'Where are you?'
'At a friend's house.'
'Let me know when you're back.'
I waited a couple of hours, and then started to grow inpatient.
'Are you home yet?' I asked.
'Yes' she replied.
'I told you to let me know when you were back!'
'Sorry, I've only just got in.'
'Have you looked at the link I sent you?'
'Yes'
'Tell me what happens in it then.'
'A dark haired woman has sex with two men.'
'How does it end?'
'They ejaculate on her breasts.'
'Did you enjoy it?'
'No.'
'Oh well, I'll have to send you something a bit more interesting next time then.'
Thursday 24th November
I think I'm getting a bit obsessed by this situation. All day long I've been thinking about her, last night I dreamt about her. This afternoon Josie, my ex, sent me a text message saying that she was missing me, and having second thoughts about the breakup. A couple of weeks ago I would have done anything imaginable to get this girl back in my life; today, it just seemed irrelevant. I didn't even reply to her message.
'Where are you?' I texted Miss Tan, at half six this evening.
'At home' she replied.
'I want a picture' I told her.
'A picture of what?'
'You. Your face.'
'Why? You know what I look like.'
'Just do it. Now!'
A picture arrived shortly after. Her miserable expression, coupled with the fact she wore no make-up, made her look almost unattractive.
'Why do you look so unhappy? And why aren't you wearing any make-up?' I questioned.
'Because I'm not happy, because you won't leave me alone.'
'Send me another picture. With make-up and a smile this time.'
She did as instructed, I was soon looking at the second picture, in which she now wore lipstick, a little eyeliner and an uncomfortable smile.
'Much better. You look pretty again now' I informed her, before asking if she was ready for some more porn.
She didn't reply but I forwarded a link. The video I directed her to features one of my favourite pornographic niches, bukkake. The word alone makes me hard.
'I've watched it' she replied, a short while later.
'Tell me what happens in it.'
'A lot of men, ejaculate over a girl.'
'I don't like the word 'ejaculate'. It's too formal. Tell me again what happens.'
'What word do you want me to use in its place?'
'Use your imagination.'
'A lot of men cum all over a girl.'
'Did you enjoy?'
'No I didn't.'
'How does it end?'
'The girl swallows it all.'
'Do you swallow?'
'No. Can I go to bed now please?'
I made no reply.