Daddy's Little Mistress

Chapter 6

"Wait..." Richard said grabbing me by the arm. "I ain't going to get a kiss before you go?"

I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer. Then I crawled on top of him and kissed him passionately as I slowly grind on his penis. Richard kissed me back but after a while I knew he wanted more than a kiss. He started massaging my throat with his tongue and bit my lip softly. I was starting to get turned on but I knew that if I bit him back we would end up having sex in front of the school building so I pulled away.

"What's wrong?" Richard asked.

"Oh it's nothing." I said. "I got to go."

I grabbed my binder and got out of the car and walked towards the school as fast as I could. I knew that if I slowed down and looked back then I would end up going back to the car to Richard. I walked in the school and walked straight up to Mrs.Flare's classroom. I knew that I was late and probably even later than last time but I didn't bother stopping by the office and getting a late pass. When I was standing in front of the door I pulled my tank top down and my breasts up so that it looked like I was wearing a push up bra. When I was satisfied with how much skin I was showing I opened the door and walked in. Just like yesterday every one stopped what they were doing to stare at me. I knew exactly why they were staring but I couldn't care less because I loved being stared at. There was nothing better than being the center of attention.

"You're late again." Mrs.Flare said.

"Sorry..." I said.

"Ew...look at what she's wearing." Gloria pointed out.

I'd just walked in the classroom and Gloria already wanted to start something.I ignored her. She didn't want to be ignored so she got out of her seat and walked up to me. If I didn't know better I would have been intimidated.

"Gloria!" Mrs.Flare warned. "Seat your behind down right now!"

"Shut up white lady!" Gloria yelled at Mrs.Flare.

And with enough being said Mrs.Flare didn't say another word. Wow...Gloria did call the shots around here.

By then, Gloria was all up in my face.

"You look like one of those hookers on 79th street." Gloria said eyeing me.

The class was so quiet that you could hear a pen drop. Literally.

"And it's funny because you actually think you're all that when really your just a ghetto little hoe. Why don't you go back to 79th street where you belong?" Gloria said.

"Oh..." The class sang in unison.

Again came the annoying groups of video tapers and fully energized instigators. I wasn't going to let Gloria get away with what she just said, oh no, never that.

"Of course, you would know how the hookers on 79th street looks like. Your mother's one of them, isn't she?" I said with a phony smile.

"Excuse you?" Gloria said.

"And you should join her sometimes." I said. "We only know that's the only way you'll ever get a man."

I shift my weight to one leg and put ny hand on my hip.

"And while you're there, you should try to earn some money so you can buy yourself some dissent clothes. At least I can afford to look like a hooker while you look like a dirty ass bumb." I added.

"Ugh...I can't stand you!" Gloria yelled stomping out of the classroom.

"Gloria come back!" Randy yelled running after her.

Every time I stepped in this class I felt like I was on an episode of The Bad Girls club.

"Lyrika, come with me, now!" Mrs.Flare said.

I followed her out of the class. I looked down the hall to see if Gloria and Randy were still there but they were no where to be found.

"I need your parent's phone number." Mrs.Flare said.

I thought about who's phone number I should give her. If I gave her Mary's number Mary would freak out about what ever Mrs.Flare wanted to tell her and complain endlessly about how bad of a father Richard was. Even if none of the things that happened today was his fault, she'd find a way to blame it on him instead of me.

"Okay..." I said. "605-319-2112."

She dialed Richard's number on her smart phone and pressed the speaker button. The phone rang a few times before Richard answered it.

"Hello?" He said.

Richard had Dreak's "HYFR" song blasting in the back round. The song never went past the line "all my exes live in Texas". It stopped followed by a masculine voice saying "Come on Drizzy...you could do better. Don't pause just get into it."

"Is this the parent of Lyrika Pickford?" Mrs.Flare asked.

"Yeah." Richard said. "Who's this?"

"This is her Algebra teacher Mrs.Flare. Is this a good time?" She asked.

"Make it quick I'm at work." Richard said.

"Where does he work?" I thought. "He doesn't sound like he's working to me."

"Today Lyrika came to school two hours late with no school supply what-so-ever. She got into an argument with another student. And the way she is dressed is unacceptable. Her upper part is clearly visible and I will not allow such attire in school grounds." Mrs.Flare said.

Richard was quiet for a moment.

"Why are you telling me this?" He asked.

"Because I understand that you obviously are not doing your job as a parent. And if you were then you wouldn't allow your daughter to come to school dressed like the way she's dressed." Mrs.Flare said.

Richard sucked his teeth.

"I don't have time for this bull shit. This isn't important. Go find something better to do and don't you ever call this number again. Understand? Bye." Richard said hanging up the phone.

Mrs.Flare stared at her phone with disgust.