Some Kind Of Temptation

Strange Fascination

St Mary's Catholic High School for Girls had a flawless reputation. Sitting in the heart of the most affluent area of Los Altos, families clamored to secure a place for their daughters from the day they were born.

Stephanie Nicks had been working at the school for 20 years, and had risen to the role of head of English. She was immensely popular with both students, who loved her creative approach to teaching, and parents, who saw consistently excellent results in her class. She was firm but fair, and ran her classes with an expectation of mutual respect. Follow the rules, and you'd do just fine in Ms Nicks' class.

She was particularly popular with many of the fathers of students; despite being over 50 now, her waist length, golden blonde hair, chestnut brown eyes and hourglass figure meant there was always a queue outside her classroom on parents night.

As the sound of her heeled boots echoed through the old halls, she was surprised to hear some kind of commotion, which grew louder the closer she got to her classroom. Rounding the corner, she was confronted by a gaggle of 12th graders - her next class.

This particular year group had always created problems, and seemed to have an aptitude for rule breaking. Rather than standing in line quietly and waiting for her arrival, they were talking loudly in huddled groups, practising dance routines, painting nails...one of them was doing a handstand, the gray skirt of her school uniform up around her waist with her (non-regulation) g-string on full display.

Stephanie stood watching them for a few moments before they started to realize she was there. A ripple of silence and conformity started with one knot of chatting girls and quickly rolled across the whole class. Soon they had formed themselves into the line by the door they should already have been in, without a word from their teacher, just a steady glare over the top of her round glasses.

"Guess you all didn't feel like having recess today." A few of the more outspoken girls started to make noises of protest, but Stephanie raised a hand. "You want to lose your lunch, too?"

She nodded as a hush fell back over the group and entered her classroom, moving to her desk and watching them silently file in behind her.

The class proceeded without any problems - it wasn't unheard of for Ms Nicks to soften and change her mind about detention on account of good behavior, so the girls couldn't have been more attentive to her lesson. It was around halfway through when she was writing the girls' suggestions on imagery used in Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee that she heard someone snicker behind her.

Elizabeth Montgomery was the youngest daughter of a Silicon Valley CEO. She had grown up in a world of unimaginable wealth and privilege - summers in Mexico, Christmases in Gstaad, never wanting for anything.

Stephanie had taught both of her older sisters, who were now at Ivy League colleges. Despite this, Elizabeth was easily the brightest of the siblings. When she started high school, she was top of every class, athletic, talented, and so beautiful it was otherworldly. In recent months, however, something had changed. Grades were slipping, her attitude was becoming disrespectful, and she was taking greater liberties with the school uniform each day.

Stephanie looked at her now, instinctively knowing she had been the one laughing. Elizabeth returned her stare defiantly. Her bright blue eyes were arresting, lined with naturally thick, black lashes. Stephanie found herself breaking eye contact first, somehow unable to keep looking into those eyes. She slowly turned to the board and continued the lesson.

A few minutes before the bell rang for recess, Stephanie was sashaying up and down the rows of desks, handing out marked papers from the quiz the previous lesson. She carefully placed Elizabeth's in front of her without comment, just a red-nailed finger pointing at the D- written in elaborate handwriting at the top of the page.

As she walked to the next desk, she kicked something. Looking down, she noticed a piece of folded note paper and stooped to pick it up. She glanced at Elizabeth, whose cheeks were turning red despite her attempt at nonchalance.

The class took a collective breath as Stephanie walked to her desk, the quiz papers forgotten, and leant against it, slowly unfolding the piece of paper in her hand. On it, as she expected, were notes in different handwriting. The first one she immediately recognized as Elizabeth's.

Fuck losing recess. She's such a bitch. I neeeed a smoke this is against my human rights lol

Ugh I know. She's so fuckin evil. Like what is her problem and y is it our fault lol

Obviously hasn't got her pussy ate in a while

LOLLLL please that's it she's old and single she needs dick

Bet she's fuckin nasty

Omg Beth please no

Daddy kink

STOOPPP

Fuck me like Poe fucked Annabel Lee daddy

The bell rang. She didn't look up from the paper.

"Girls, thank you for today. You can leave. Remember your reading please, and your Emily Dickinson assignments are due next week."

She walked over to Elizabeth's desk.

"Not you. Sit."