Blackmailed

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Angel was sitting at her desk, cutting magnesium strips for the afternoon lesson of year 10 exothermic reactions – thermite being the coolest.

She looked up from her desk as a gang of teen boys – probably year tens - loitered by her door, snickering and whispering under their breaths while giving her the side eye.

“Did you not dress up today, miss?” they asked finally.

“Should I have?” She asked, wondering if she missed a memo on World Book Day. It sounded like something she would do.

“You were pretty dressed up last night,” one of them said.

“Oh,” Angel felt heat rise in her cheeks and her heart in her throat. They had seen.

The night before, she had stripped to her underwear and walked into the carpark, and one of these kids just happened to live directly below her.

‘God damn it,’ she thought, closing the heavy prep room door in their faces. ‘They are probably wondering why I did that?’

“Well, I did it for love… and weed,” she muttered to herself.

Lately, she’d been buying weed from a guy she met on a swinger’s site. He wanted s*x… a lot… and she wanted the weed. So, she paid him for it, and he ripped her off every time, using her for degrading s*x in the meantime.

Yes, she liked degrading s*x – the dirtier, the better. The more humiliating, the better.

…

And now these kids knew.

“Great, that’s just great.”

After break year 11 was in the science room, but one student, her neighbour, was sitting in the break room in his usual spot, looking scruffy and not doing any work. His face was angelic but his attitude was toxic – to the other teachers at least. Angel adored him.

“He could help me sort out those loser kids,” she thought.

This was Callum, the school delinquent, and her long-time friend.

He looked up at her and groaned, “I forgot to bring a drink and I’m so thirsty.”

“I’ll nip shop for you. What drinks do you like?” She asked casually

He frowned.

“Really?”

She nodded. “I need to go and pick up some potatoes for an experiment anyway.”

That was a lie – but a reasonable one. She often had to nip out for hearts, flowers or veg of some description.

The shop was only ten minutes away but she added another ten minutes of staring at the shelf before picking him out a Lucozade and a pack of sweets for good measure.

“What can I say, I’m a good person,” She thought, passing him the treats with a shy smile.

He didn’t smile or say thank you, just took them and stuffed them into his bag then started telling her a story about how he started smoking weed with his mate Eddie.

This was the best and only time to report this to the school office – but Angel didn’t do that. Instead, she offered her best advice on how to roll cool spliffs.

In return, he showed her how to disable the school admin block and access games, and they played for a bit before bell rang and they dithered in the hallway as students flooded the place.

‘Is this gonna look weird to the other year 11s?’ she wondered, nodding while listening to a story about how much he hated his dad.

When he finally went she prepared herself a cup of bitter black coffee.

“Seventh one of the day?” the department head, Christian asked with a sly smile.

“I don’t drink that much coffee!” she lied, taking a sip and dribbling.

After school finished the year 10 bullies were waiting at the gates.

“Oh, crap, they are waiting for me,” she thought, looking about for a savior. As if by magic Callum appeared at her side. An angel in dusguise.

“Alright?” he asked.

“Walk with me?” she asked, resisting the urge to hide her head in his arm.

As they walked, the year 10s dissipated, disappearing into the crowd.

The pair talked about this and that as they walked, mostly stories. Callum was the only person she knew who could cut a short story long.

When she got home, he left her, and she checked her phone, biting her nails.

“Hey.”

That was all he had said.

She replied Hey.

“I’m coming over later,” He said. A demand, more than a request.

That meant only one thing. She was his slave for the night.

He could do anything he wanted, including inviting friends over or pimping her out to the highest bidder, Although she had begged mercy to avoid it. He wasn’t often feeling merciful but she’d avoided it thus far.

At least he would bring weed.

But that had to be a secret.

From everyone but Kai, and of course her trusted friend Callum.

Kai was a strange specimen. He generally didn’t like cats but he liked her cat. He worked at a pub somewhere and he was something years old. Every time she asked a question he made her feel like the FBI cracking the world's most boring case.

It didn’t matter. He wasn’t the one.

“He’s good but he’s not right!” Roy Walker's voice sounded in her head.

"But that's okay because you found the one," she muttered to herself. "Damien."

At least she thought she had found the one - a guy she had been messaging him a few days – he was eating humous in a bathtub full of bubbles in his video call. Weird but kinda sexy weird.

‘I have to get rid of Kai before Damien gets here for our date,’ she realised. This had to be the last time.

“He’s gonna take full advantage if he knows the truth.” She thought. So she lied. She told him she was going to get weed from another dealer.

It was only a half lie. Damien could get weed.

“What time you coming?” she asked.

“Why?” he seemed confused.

“Because I’m excited to see you,” she lied.

“Why?”

“Coz I wasn’t your d**k in my mouth” she replied.

“Why?” he asked again.

‘For f**k sake, take the bait,’ she thought.

“I’ll suck it the second you walk in?” she offered, thinking about what he liked to hear.

“I’ll put my tongue wherever you want?” she offered, clutching at straws.

She felt herself getting wet against her will as she awaited his reply. He was kinda gross in a weird way and that only turned her on more.

When he finally arrived she was asleep on the couch, curled up with a TV show and her phone, bringing with alarms.

She got up when he said he was here, already ready in sexy underwear and full makeup.

Sauntering into the hallway, she pulled the door open.

“Hey,” he said with a sly but oddly shy smile.

He didn’t have confidence – not like Damien. Damien had that rare power to make people like him.

He was cute, no doubt, with his pale blue eyes and blonde mess of hair.

But he did not care about her.

With that - the weed hit in and she became her favourite book character - Jenny Christ from the hit series "Project Loss."

She dropped to her knees and crawled to him like a panther, kissed him on the lips and pulled his d**k from his pants.

It was immediately hard and in her mouth, f*****g her throat.

She gagged a little and took it out, kissing and licking his balls before licking the tip and making circles around his bellend with her tongue.

It took him fifteen minutes to come and he was off, despite her polite offers to stay for a cup of tea – she was British after all.