Benefits With My Teacher

BWMT- 19

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Apparently, he drove and drove until we reached his house. he was supposed to be telling me who my tutor was but instead, the teacher beside me shoved me in his car and drove off, kidnapping me. The people in this city didn’t care either. I kept on screaming on screaming kidnap but they just ignored me. And Mr. West referred sucking lollipops as b.j.

My butt was planted on the car seat as Mr. West kept on telling me to get out of the car. I crossed my arms in front of my chest refusing to go out like a little child. I still wanted to pass chemistry and all this dude wanted was a beneficial session.

“Get up or I’ll have to resort to plan B.” he said with a sigh, looking down at me. Huffing a huge amount of air, I stuck to my decision and not leave his car. It was still his fault of me loosing my job. “Fine then.”

Without hesitations, he bent down and scooped me up from my seat like ice cream and slung me over his shoulders just like a sack of potatoes making me face his ass.

“Let me down! Let me down!” I started kicking and moving in different directions, not caring if I hit his pretty little face or not. “Let me down you idiot!”

“Nope.” He said, popping the p. I could already imagine the smug smirk plastered on his face. “You wouldn’t get up. What was I supposed to do?”

“Ask me nicely?” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. “Let me down. And you better not fart.”

“Why?”

“You’ll be farting in face, duh.”

“Well, in that case, you do know I can fart at will.”

“No! That’s gross! Don’t! Have mercy on me Christ!”

“Just kidding, I can’t do that at will. That’s a talent I don’t posses.”

“Talent my ass.”

Having not much of a choice, I started hitting his butt using the sides of my fists, kicking him at the same time, screaming kidnap. I did this for about a good twelve seconds until I felt his hand collide on my ass cheek.

“Hey!”

“What? You started it.” He said innocently. I heard the door opening as he kept on walking. “Close the door.”

“No.”

“I think I feel a fart coming.”

After those seven lovely words came out of his mouth, I, without doubts, slammed the door shut, scaring me a little on how loud the sound it made.

“Thanks but next time, don’t slam the door. It’ll break and rapists can come and rape me.” Mr. West said, grinning as he finally let me down. Well, more like drop me to the floor, a feet away from the couch, earning me ass pains.

“I don’t think it’s called rape if the supposed to be victim likes it.” I muttered, rubbing my butt as I stood up. “And just so you know, you could’ve placed me on the couch but nooo, you just had to drop me near the couch.”

“At least I let you down.” He rolled his eyes.

“But you shoved me in your car and kidnapped me.” I retorted.

“Whatever.”

What a chick Mr. West is. He turned around, removing his sweater and placing it on top of the leather couch. An expensive looking leather couch.

“Hey Nate.” I suddenly said, emphasizing his first name.

“You finally used my first name, thank the lord.” He faked a thanking action.