Dirty Deeds

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"Aaliyah!", my boyfriend, Brandon shouted before pulling out of me and releasing on my stomach. I slowly exhaled as I started to sit up. I grabbed a bunch of tissue and wiped his semen off of me. "That was great, babe.. You're super fucking tight.", he kissed my forehead, "Let's get back to school before free period ends."
I nodded and started getting dressed along with him. My name is Aaliyah, I'm a straight A student and I've been with Brandon for 2 years now. Today is our anniversary, so I decided to make it special. I didn't give my virginity to him, though. After we got dressed, we both went to his car. "What's your next class?", he asked. "Um.. Mr.Ware.", I looked at him, seeing a jealous look come across his face. I don't have to ask what's wrong, because it's pretty obvious. Mr.Ware is the hottest teacher at school, he's a new teacher that isn't that much older than us. Every girl in school wants to be with him, even if they're in a relationship. To be honest, if I wasn't with Brandon, I'd probably be all over Mr.Ware. You might of guessed that he's my favorite teacher, you're damn right he is. "Brandon, you can't be jealous because he's attractive... there's a lot of attractive guys out there. I mean you're one of them. So what sense does it make for a sexy guy to be jealous of another sexy guy?", I said as we pulled into the parking lot. He grew quiet and slowly shook his head, "Did you really imply that a TEACHER was sexy?" I rolled my eyes, "No. I said he was. I don't have to imply anything, just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean I'll sugar coat everything I say for you. You know I'm straightforward.", his face slowly turned red as he gripped the steering wheel. "Get the fuck out of my car."
I stared at him, "Oh so you're mad, now? Okay. See you after school, love you, bye.", I said as I grabbed my stuff and headed inside. As I went inside, I saw Mr.Ware standing by his door greeting students as usual. I walked over to him, "Good afternoon, Mr.Ware." He smiled at me, saying the same thing back. After the bell rung, everyone took their seats and class began. This is one of the easiest classes, it's hard to fail. As I wrote down the notes on the board, Whitney- the school slut- started passing out our test from yesterday. I know I passed it, so I'm not at all worried. As she came to my desk, she slowly shook her head and put my test on the desk. I gave a confused look and grabbed the paper and seen it said "78". I stared at my test making sure it was actually mine. It had my name written in cursive like always, but... how? How did I make a C+ instead of an A+?? I heard Mr. Ware call my name, and I immediately walked over to his desk. "Sir, you clearly made a mistake. I got a 78 on my test when it should've been a 100.", I said as I put my test on his desk. "I didn't make a mistake, Ms.Thompson. You're clearly in need of tutoring and that is why you made the grade. I'm very disappointed in you.",he said as he fixed his stack of papers. "Tutoring!?", I exclaimed, "but sir I'm not like.... other students... I don't need tutoring." He chuckled and pointed at my test, "This. Says otherwise. I'll see after school at 4:30. Don't try not coming, I've already talked to your mother about it. So there's no getting out of it.", he gave a slight smirk. I rolled my eyes and stomped back to my desk. How the hell could I make a C? Most of you are probably like "oh it's not that big of a deal", actually it is. I'm trying to keep a straight A record so I can get into a top notch university. "Honestly, it's like he did this on purpose...", I mumbled to myself.

~Skipping to last period~

I just couldn't shake the thought of me making a C on that test. I decided to ask my teacher, Mrs.Smith if I could go talk to Mr. Ware about it, since I know he has this period off. She said I could since I finished all of my work, I grabbed my things and walked out of the classroom making my way to Mr.Ware's. "Oh come on, Andre...I'll make it worth your while.", I heard a seductive voice say inside of the classroom. I slowly opened the door and seen Whitney sitting in Mr.Ware's lap, grinding. I blushed at the faces he began to make and bit my lip as he bit his. The faces he made....filled with so much pleasure... I watched as he gripped her waist and moved her faster, but immediately stopped and cleared his throat. He glanced at the door, making eye contact with me, I quickly moved away from the door and tried to act like I just arrived to the room. I watched as Whitney walked out the door with a frustrated look on her face. He probably didn't want her because she's a class A slut... "Can I help you, Aaliyah?", I heard him whisper. I looked up and seen him leaning against the doorframe playing with a Rubik's cube. "Uh...y-yes. I came to talk about this grade because honestly sir, this is bullshit.", I said as I crossed my arms. "Come in, we'll talk about it, then.", he instructed as he walked into the classroom. I sat in one of the desks and watched as he pulled a chair up and sat. "I can give you a retest, Aaliyah. All you have to do is ask.",he said. "No, tell me what I did wrong. Because when I look at this test, I see nothing but right answers.", he scooted closer causing no space between our bodies. "You are just so arrogant, you know that? You don't want to admit that you're wrong.", he stared at me then looked at my lips. "If you're going to use your mouth, use it for something that will be useful. Nobody likes a talkative know it all...", he whispered in my ear. "Mr.Ware, t-that is v-very... inappropriate. I'll m-make sure my b-boyfriend knows...",I stuttered and crossed my legs as he breathed down my neck. "I'm not afraid of him... I'll tell him to put your mouth to a better use...", he smirked. "Mr.Ware!!", I squealed as he rubbed up my thigh. "This is highly-", he cut me off.
"If it's so inappropriate, then why aren't you running out of class? Look...I'll be straight with you. You're a beautiful young lady and I'd love to make a small deal with you...", he smirked. "A...d-deal?", I looked at him and felt him raise my skirt up a bit, taking a peek at my panties. "Hm...I like your choices of underwear...my favorite colors...",he said as he stared at my black and turquoise laced underwear. "S...Sir..", he smiled and leaned over, "You really want to keep that straight A record?" I nodded quickly, feeling my face turn red. "If you want me to pass you in this class with straight A's....", he slowly kissed my cheek and whispered, "You're going to have to pleasure me." My eyes widened as I felt his finger brush against my clit. "D...Do what?", I choked. "You're not deaf... You heard exactly right... Pleasure me... it'll be between the two of us and it'll stop after the school year ends, unless you can't get enough of me. It'll be strictly business. Your boyfriend won't find out...as long as you don't catch feelings, that is... So what do you say, Aaliyah? If you really want to get into a university like Princeton or Harvard, you'd do it. Or I could just fail you. You won't have proof of me doing so, and if you do come up with some, I can tell everyone how you came in here wanting sex. Meaning you'll get expelled, and I'm sure universities wouldn't want to see that on your records, right?", he smirked again and slowly rubbed up and down my swollen clit. I've never been so aroused by a threat. "Well? It's your call.", I hesitated for a minute. "...Nobody will find out? Do you promise?", he nodded and moved his hands. "I'll...I'll do it...", I mumbled making him smile. "Excellent. I'll have a contract ready for you tomorrow. I'll change your grade, also. See you soon, Aaliyah.", he winked as I gathered my things and fixed my skirt. I walked out and felt my heart racing. What have I gotten myself into? What does he mean "contract"?