I ran straight into class, getting there just before the Teacher locked the door and got in. The Teacher glared at me, which I was getting used to today. I moved into the back of the class and sat down at my usual place with a yawn. I was still tired but happy that I made it to class on time. It was great overall that it happened, and I relaxed as the Teacher looked at us all. "Test time," The Teacher announced, and some of the people in class groaned. I couldn't care less, and I leaned back and stretched as another yawn ripped through me.
The Teacher walked down the center handing out tests, and I waited as the Teacher finished leaving the paper face down. "Once I am done handing them out, you may flip them over and start. After you are done with the test, you are free to leave class early," The Teacher announced. That seemed to perk up the class, and I instantly thought about a nap when the Teacher added, "Remember that this is part of your grade and an assessment. Take it seriously and don't try to rush," the Teacher continued, putting down the last paper. "Now, you may begin," The Teacher finished as they walked back to the front of the class.
I set to flipping it over and began working on the test. It was easy for me, but I knew it wouldn't be for a lot of the class. I worked out each question and answered them one by one, taking my time. I yawned and continued without further incident. Soon I was complete, and I checked the answers. I noticed that one of the answers that I came up with was the wrong answer, and I felt a little sweat from that. Soon I corrected it to the proper answer and looked over everything again. I smiled, grabbed my things, and walked up to the Teacher. "I am done," I told them, and the Teacher looked at me.
"Thanks, You are free to go," the Teacher told me, and I smiled.
"Thanks," I replied and walked out of the room.
I liked when teachers respected your time and allowed you to leave class if there was nothing else left in class. I yawned and walked back to where I had just left from towards the Teachers locker room, and decided that I would nap when I got there. I yawned again as I walked down the quiet halls, and I saw Nelson cleaning up a mess on the way and smiled.
"Hey," I said, walking past him as he cleaned up a mess around a garbage can that a bunch of students seemed to have missed. "Thanks for Tuesday," I told him and walked by.
"No worries," Nelson said, waving me off, and I looked at him as he seemed to smile. It wasn't a weird one but something that stuck in my head nonetheless. It was like a man waiting to see a show happen or something. It threw me off a bit, and I didn't know if it was just my imagination or if it was because I was sleepy and reading things too much.
I yawned again, opened the Teacher's locker room, and turned to lock it because I planned to nap. I took my phone out, set an alarm just in case I slept through the bell, and walked deeper into the locker room. I put down my backpack, took off my weighted vest, and set it to the side, yawning again. I noticed that the mess from lunch was cleaned up and made a mental note to buy Nelson something. He had been cleaning up after me a lot, and I should do something in return for him.
I pulled out my workout outfit and set it up as a pillow as I stretched and yawned. As I yawned and got down to the floor to lie down when. I heard something making me freeze; It was a quiet but discernable squeak as I went to lie down. I slowly got back up to my feet and looked around the locker room. Slowly I opened a locker, almost expecting Kyle to be in there for some reason.
It didn't hurt to check, and since Jake and someone else tried to record this room, I decided to check all the lockers. It wasn't until I was almost done that I found a little black device, as I found before, and sleep was the last thing on my mind now. I slowly got back up with a camera now, and I looked at where it was pointed.
The camera would have picked up anything in the center of the room and the entrance of the locker room. I slowly took it over and placed it in my bag with anger rolling through me. Then I remembered that I heard a sound and smirked, my anger cooling a little. Maybe the perpetrator was just trying to put a camera into the room now.
I walked over to the bathroom part and pushed each stall open slowly. Nothing. That left only one place someone could hide: the shower stalls. I turned slowly and walked deliberately and slowly into the showers feeling my lips curl up, I said just as I reached the shower area. "You have three seconds to show yourself and beg for forgiveness. If I find you after those three seconds, I will punish you," I announced.
"Three," I said, feeling a little stupid for doing this as I took my first step.
"Two," I continued taking another step and looking into the first two stalls.
"One," I finished, and no one came out, and I felt a little stupid for counting down. But I was going to check the stalls anyway and moved forward, checking each stall. There were only eight, and I walked forward slowly and deliberately, making the other person probably incredibly nervous as I neared. Finally, I looked at the last stall to the right, then the left, and a person who I had only met on camera was there. "Well," I began when the person ran at me and tried to push me away. The person was smaller than me, and I simply grabbed hold of them and pushed them against the wall even as they tried to flee. "No, No, no, no, no, no," I repeated and announced to the potential runner. "You are not getting away right now," I said and looked at the person that I had caught.
It was the person that I saw with Jake on camera when Samantha and Crystal hooked it up on Tuesday, and they were seriously trying to get away from me right now. They fought me, and I pinned them against the wall with both hands above their head and me looking down at them. They were short more than a full head and looked scared to see me. She or he fought my hold, and I looked at that gender-neutral face that struggled against me.
"Now, Now," I said, pushing them back and pressing my body against theirs, trapping them completely, "don't be trying to run on me after trying to spy on me."
"Fuck you!" A man's voice replied back as he tried to escape my grip, and I pushed harder against him.
The boy tried to struggle, and I finally pinned both hands against the wall with one hand. I reached down and turned his small androgynous face up to me. "Now, Look at you," I said with a sadistic grin. "A little Voyeur looking to peek at some action," I said, my tone mocking.
"Fuck you," he cursed me again, "I ain't looking to see no bitch with a dick doing anything."
I raised an eyebrow slightly and thought about what to do to him. I was taller than this guy, and I looked down at him, his hands firmly clasped in mine by my face since he was so short. "Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?" I asked, "All I have to do is report you to Mrs. Grendier, who will be here soon," I lied, "When she comes in you, are, Fucked." I told the boy that was struggling in my hands. His leg came up and tried to knee me in the balls, which I twisted my body to stop. "I see," I replied, and suddenly my knee went up into the balls of this boy.
"AH!" The boy cried out, and their legs twisted after I hit him straight in the balls with my knee in retaliation. "FUCK!" he cried out in a grown that spoke volumes of the pain that they were feeling. He tried to fall to his knees as they buckled under him, but I easily held up the small guy in my hands.
I reached down with my other hand, pulled the boy to look up at me, and realized this guy's hair was almost down to his shoulders. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" I asked as I made him look me in the eyes. "Tell, Me," I began again a second later when the only reply was a groan of pain.
"Let, Me, Go," He groaned, his arms weakly trying to move in my grip as his legs started to stabilize.
"You have thirty seconds to answer who you are before I pull you out, bring the camera and yourself to the principal's office, and rat you out." I threatened point blank. I had fresh blackmail material; this was even harder evidence than with Jake and Tracy combined.
The stare that the guy showed was one that made my cock throb. The pure fear in that gaze spoke to something in my core and made me want to push him more. "I-" The boy stuttered, and I pulled back and let the boy fall, no longer needing to keep the physical intimidation. I made sure to stand in the way of the only exit as he fell onto his knees. "Please," he said weakly, "Jake forced me to." He said, and suddenly tears began to drip from his eyes. "I didn't want to, but he wouldn't take no for an answer." I looked down at this guy, and my eyes narrowed as tears started to drip down his face with his head pointed down. "I-I-" The boy sniffed as snot started to drip out. "I have a bunch of cameras at home because my dad is a Private investigator." He began, "I d-" He cut himself off and looked up at me with tears in his eyes, "I just wanted him to leave me alone for once!" He cried, "I am in my senior year and just want to finish and leave this school!"
I looked down at the sobbing boy, that was almost a midget by today's standards. I felt my cock hardening at those teary eyes and didn't know what to do. This wasn't something I expected, and I felt out of my depth. I sighed, closed my eyes, and opened them slowly with the boy still crying. "Please, Don't report me. I have a scholarship that would be ruined. I am so close to leaving this town and leaving this state. I just want out, leaving all of this behind, starting fresh at university. Please don't report me." He cried with fat tears, "Please don't destroy my life."
I tapped my foot, looking down at him, and felt his patheticness roll through me. He reminded me of myself from last year when I was still uselessly following my parent's advice, and I felt hate roll through me. But I also didn't completely believe this guy and wasn't sure why. My mind was running through, questioning the reason then I remembered the video, and he didn't look like he was being forced. That was the thing that was bugging me, and my eyes narrowed when I also realized that this boy never said his name, as I told him, either. He went straight from me, asking his name to break down and crying after struggling to escape physically. Everything wasn't adding up to me, and I began to question things.
"What is your name?" I asked again, "first and last name." My voice came out as an order, and I expected it to be obeyed.
The boy sniffed, "Bradley Jones," He said with a sniff, and I pulled out my phone.
"Well, Bradley Jones," I began after hitting the recording app on my phone, "This is what is going to happen. You are going to confess to everything you did. You are going to explain why you did it and who you are. If you don't want to do this, we can just go to the principal's office with all the evidence I have of you. Also, you don't have a lot of time because Mrs. Grendier will be here soon to look up to me. So what will it be, Bradley?" I asked, recording him now on my phone.
Bradley looked up at me and sniffed. "So you can hold this against me and blackmail me?" He asked.
I smiled and felt that this pathetic wreck in front of me was smart and possibly lying about being coerced into this or at least may have been paid for it. "Nope," I replied. "I am going to look into the things that you confess, and if any of them prove false, then I will take this recording to the principal for trying to record me naked and putting it on the internet or blackmailing me. That accusation would be truthful as well since I have evidence of you placing two cameras in this locker where I am frequently naked." I told him with a sadistic smile that the camera couldn't see. "Now, Bradley," I said, "Tell me so I can let you leave this bathroom." I finished and leaned back.
I could see Bradly thinking, and I heard him sniff and felt it was deliberate. "I am Bradley, and I am in the Teacher's locker room. I was forced by Jake, the quarterback on the football team, to come and set up cameras. He didn't tell me the reason for the cameras, but he was picking on me a lot and threatened me with assault and force, along with various other threats if I didn't put up a camera in the locker room before sending him any footage without looking at it to him. I was threatened multiple times and assaulted once when I rejected him," Bradley said with an odd determination and lifted his shirt showing a bruise on his side. It was quite large but not massive on his right lower side. "After that, I put a camera in the locker room while Jake followed me into the room on Monday. It was missing when I went to collect that Camera on Tuesday evening after school, so Jake threatened me again to put in a new Camera where Angela Brown caught me." Bradley stared at me as he finished with defiance, and I pulled back.
I ended the recording and put my phone in my pocket before stepping out of the way. "There," I said and walked out of the way, not planning on holding him any longer after recording that. "I may come to talk to you again, Bradley," I said with a smile. Then I thought of something as I saw him getting up. "You know what," I began, "Show me your student ID," I told him, and Bradley froze.
"Why?" Bradley asked, reaching into his pocket.
"Because I don't know if you even told me the right name," I told him honestly. "You are not exactly someone I trust, are you?" I asked with incredulity in my voice. "So I am making sure if you told me the truth about something, I can verify." I finished.
Bradley pulled out a black wallet and showed me his ID with his face and the name he told me, and I nodded. "Get the fuck out of here, and I may reach out to you again in the future if everything checks out," I told him with a serious expression.
Bradley didn't want to stay around anymore and ran out of the showers as I yawned and I followed him at a more moderate pace. He almost slammed into the door but stopped himself from faceplanting in it. He unlocked the door, reaching up to the lock before running out the door and immediately walking away quickly. I locked the door behind him, then felt the rage surge through me, and I couldn't help but want to yell.
"Why the fuck does this shit never fucking end!" I half roared in the room, feeling anger and frustration running through me. I hated it. I wanted to be left alone and have this Jake bullshit end. I didn't want to deal with it anymore, and my frustration was at the max. I didn't need Jake in my life and didn't want him in it at all. I wanted him gone, and I wanted him away from me and no longer my problem.
Now, this Bradley little bitch was being harassed by him? Did I have to deal with this fucker till the end? All I asked for the last couple of years was to be left alone and study while working out on my off time. I originally just wanted to leave this town just like that little Bitch Bradley. No, it wasn't the town's fault that Jake was a fucking asshole; it was his own fault and the school's for not dealing with him properly.
I stopped myself as I realized I had hit one of the lockers without even thinking, and I took a breath, no longer feeling any of the sleepiness I felt before I had to deal with Bradley. Instead, I pulled out my phone and started to call the person I thought would be best at dealing with this. It wasn't something I wanted to burden her with, but if it weren't her, I would be dealing with a private investigator, so I called Samantha.
The phone rang a couple of times, and finally, Samantha picked up. "Hey, Angela, to what do I owe the honor?" I heard her ask in good humor.
"Are you somewhere you can talk for a short bit or have the time?" I asked, "This is a question that might come under the purview of being your best friend's lover instead of an employee," I told her, and I heard a sigh.
"Well, I just got a big client for one of my girls that are coming with a nice commission, so I have a bit of time. I am in the office, so give it to me, Angela," Samantha said, and I could hear a slight bit of resentment. I would have to ask Crystal what I could get Samantha as a Thank you for helping me so much lately since she barely knew me."
I took a deep breath in the meantime and heard a chair slightly squeak as if someone was leaning back. "So I found the snooper putting another camera into the locker room today," I told her, and I heard her chair shoot up.
"Oh? You have a name?" Samantha asked.
"Yup," I replied, "A Bradley Jones," I told her.
"Well, that is generic as hell," Samantha replied, and I heard her typing on the computer. "Got anything else?" She quickly asked.
"Yup," I replied, "He says he was forced to do it by Jake and showed me a bruise," I told her, and I paused for a second. "Still, that bruise could have come from anywhere. The problem is that Jake is the kind of person that would resort to violence. That and the fact that we saw Jake in the recording on the camera shows that either the kid was paid or coerced or any number of other things. I made him confess in a recording I will send you when I get home tonight."
"Ah, I see why you said it as my Best friend's lover. You are looking for some help and advice," Samantha said, and I could almost hear her pondering. "Well, Send me the video, and we can talk later. On that note, though, I wanted to touch base with you on some work matters." Samantha said, changing the subject.
"Shoot," I said as I walked over to my bag and sat on the floor feeling exhausted yet not tired.
"Well, To be honest, the Twins have been calling every day," Samantha said, her voice trailing off, and I sighed.
"Honestly," I said, thinking, "Both those twins are a little fucking insane, in my opinion," I told her, leaning my head against the wall as my brain spun. "Still, they are just really into each other, and I reacted a little irrationally on Tuesday," I told her honestly. "It was only my second client working on my own, and I liked Sophia, my first client. As for June and September," I let my voice trail off.
"So, is that a no or a yes?" Samantha asked.
"I don't know," I told her honestly, "I felt alone in the room with them and more like a piece of plastic than a Dominatrix Samantha. I honestly think I will not stick my dick into them again if I take them as clients again. I would separate them and only allow the other to hear what is happening to the other. I am not sure, and I don't think I have the skill to deal with them yet." The confession that I said made it feel like a weight was off my shoulders, and I sighed. "Look, You can tell them that I have a waiting list, and since I am new, I want to try things out on other clients. I do not have time for exclusive clients at this point, but I am willing to play with them in the future, maybe in a month or two."
"Sound reasonable," Samantha said, "I am honestly glad you gave me a clear answer, Angela," Samantha sighed. "I think you may have done too good of a job with them. They are very interested in multiple sessions and have been nagging me to have another session with you as soon as possible. Now I can tell them something concrete." Samantha told me, and I heard her pause for a moment. "Are you okay, Angela?" Samantha suddenly asked.
"I am fine," I lied quickly without even thinking about it.
"Are you sure?" Samantha asked.
I was about to repeat myself but instead stopped myself and sighed. "I am exhausted, Samantha," I told her honestly instead, "I am sleepy, and things keep happening to me personally lately. My personal life is kind of fucked up with this Jake shit. I think I need to get rid of him. He is a constant source of stress, but I still hate him so much for trying to rape me that I cannot forgive the little sissy fucking bitch." I told her with venom dripping from my tone. "I think I need to speed up my plans, though, and hand him to someone else so that I can get him to stop bothering me," I told her, and I heard Samantha sigh.
"Have you talked to Crystal?" Samantha asked just as an alarm went off on my phone, which I quickly silenced.
"Not yet," I told her, neither acknowledging the alarm. "I was thinking about doing that this weekend so I can sit down and talk to her properly. Maybe even a date night just me and her so I can enjoy getting to know her more before pushing her over in bed and making it, so she has problems walking the next week." I told her that last part with a smile on my face, and I heard Samantha chuckle.
"I think she would like that," Samantha said.
"I bet she would, and I think I need to do something with my mother this weekend since I basically left her alone this week with my new half-sister and my father. I need to get my shit figured out." I told her with a sigh just as the bell rang.
"Wait, Half-sister?" Samantha asked.
"Sorry, I got to go," I replied, "I will tell you later, but I have gym class followed by a team game, volleyball," I told her, "Got to get ready. Talk to you soon, Samantha."
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I quickly hung up the phone feeling a little better and sighed one more time before standing up, turning back to my bag, and pulling my outfit out. It was time to get ready for class.
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