Brad Harris - Shame on teacher

"I hope that we can make this year one of great education for us all," Mr. Timmons concluded. "I am sure that you can learn even more than your students if we all work together."

Julie twisted nervously in her chair. She had heard all this sort of talk while in college. Now that she was about to begin teaching, she hoped she would hear of the real world of a high school. She wanted more specific suggestions about how to teach, less of the same old garbage of sharing a learning experience with her students.

The soft, young blonde swung her head about, letting her hair sweep down over the other shoulder. She stretched her ripe body, waiting for the morning's preliminary session to end. She would prefer a chance to meet the other teachers, especially the tall young assistant coach who would be in the room next to hers. She had tried to get his attention all morning, stretching her body about and thrusting her tits against the flimsy blouse she wore. Damn! She knew she should have gone braless today. She had been about to leave the house when she turned back and quickly wrapped her prized possessions in a bra. She had decided that she should try to appear dignified and reserved for this first meeting with the new faculty.

She sat back now and looked about her as the principal continued his inane little speech. What a motley collection of teachers! Damn! Other than her, there wasn't a decent-looking broad in the lot! No, she corrected herself, that wasn't completely correct. Miss Harrison might be a little older than she, but the red-haired woman did have a hell of a body beneath her tight blouse and skirt. Sybil Harrison had a hell of a sensuous mouth, too. Yes, Julie decided, the red-haired woman was attractive to men and knew it. Damn right, she knew it! Julie began watching the older woman, watching the way she fluttered her long lashes as she pretended to listen to the principal.

How many of the men sitting around the room had fucked Sybil? The little blonde looked around at the men, noticed several of them letting their eyes wander warmly over the redhead's tits while soft smiles played on their mouths.

"In conclusion, then," Mr. Timmons summed up, "let us be possessed by a passion – a passion to learn with our students – a passion to learn from them."

The teachers all trooped into the cafeteria afterwards. Sybil Harrison looked around until she spotted the new teacher. Julie saw the woman smile at her, then motion to her.

"Don't eat alone," the redhead told her. "Come on with me. After hearing the old man give his annual lecture, you're probably anxious to hear the real stow of Fort Arthur High."

"You mean we shouldn't have such a burning passion to learn with our students?" the blonde asked with a laugh.

"Honey," Sybil assured her, "passion is the right word. That's one item this horny student body has in abundance. I can see the boys now, if you wear a blouse and skirt like that to class. They'll have you gang-raped before second period."

"That's one experience I'd like to be in on," a heavy male voice laughed from behind her.

Julie turned around and looked up into the face of Dave Rauh, struggling to place him from the introductions earlier in the morning. He caught her confusion and laughed again. His eyes twinkled in friendly fashion as he moved to join the two women at a table.

"David Rauh," he told the girl. "History. That is, I try to teach a little history in between separating fights and breaking up couples who want to use the back of my class room as a mating ground."

"Is it really that bad here?" Julie asked.

She had, of course, heard of Fort Arthur's reputation. Her advisor in college had attempted to talk her out of accepting this job. She had ignored his advice completely. Fort Arthur was the only offer she had received from an urban area high school. Her choice had been this school or some rural school where she would have been forced to live in a small, narrow-minded community. Julie didn't want that. She wanted to be within driving distance of a major city and night clubs and plenty of interesting men. The men were even more important to her than the night clubs. She did not intend to spend her evenings sitting in some little town alone and isolated. No way.

She shook herself away from her musings and tried to pick up the conversation between Sybil and Dave. They were assuring her that Fort Arthur was probably a great deal worse than she had heard. The little blonde laughed at their stories without letting them frighten her. After all, they were still here weren't they? It couldn't be too bad a school and keep so many faculty members over the years.

"She doesn't believe us," Sybil told the history teacher. "She's not paying a bit of attention to us."

"Maybe she likes having to fight the students off," he answered. "Maybe she doesn't mind them getting hard-ons right in the middle of class.

"Oh that doesn't happen all that often," the redhead scolded him. "Not more than once or twice a day."

She wrinkled her nose at the little blonde. Julie felt a surge of warmth from the older woman. She would have an ally here. She would have this quite lovely woman to guide and counsel her. She already felt better. Despite all their taunts and warnings, she felt better having these two behind her. The young blonde had no way of knowing how much safer she would have been without the pleasant couple who sat across the table from her. She never suspected that already they were eyeing her luscious young body, imagining their hands all over those delicious tits, already picturing her submitting to their passions.

"Think she'll do?" Sybil asked the history teacher after the girl left their table.

"I'm already hard, just thinking about how good she'll be," Dave answered. He reached under the table and squeezed the redhead's thigh before reaching up to her pussy for a brief rub. "If the kids around here don't get her horny enough, then we'll just go to work on her ourselves."

Meanwhile, Julie began searching the room as she walked to the door. Julie hoped she could spot the young assistant coach and manage to walk with him to their rooms at the far end of the building. She did see him. Her heartbeat picked up quickly, then sank again. He was with a group of the other coaches, leaving by another door. Julie suppressed her disappointment and walked along the empty hallway alone.

Come on, now, she told herself, stop getting all edgy. She had let Sybil and Dave get her uneasy about the school. Even now she was apprehensive as she walked to the far classrooms. Hell, she could be grabbed back here and no one would ever hear her scream. A shudder of terror ran through her body, despite all her efforts to calm her nerves. She was being stupid, she insisted, absolutely stupid.

Maybe not so stupid, she realized as she reached for her door. She could hear the sound of papers being shuffled inside. Someone was in her room. Someone was going through the books she had left on her desk.

Julie froze at the sound. She looked back up the hall, hoping to catch sight of another teacher. She turned back from the empty hallway to her own door. Damn it, she told herself, she would have to act like a teacher. She drew a deep breath and whipped the door open.

"What are you doing?" she demanded as she stepped into the room.

The slender brunette turned at the sound. The girl dropped the record book in her hand and flood frightened and gaping at Julie. She worked her mouth silently, clearly more frightened than Julie had been a moment before.

"I-I…" she stammered. "I thought you were having lunch."

Her deep brown eyes stretched open as she stepped back from Julie. She was a pretty child, but something about her made her look sort of cheap, sort of too available. Still, she was very pretty. She had a nice body, pert little tits heaving inside her halter and slender legs.