Mike had it up to here with Ms. Olsen’s bullshit. Every goddamn day it was something new – a pop quiz, extra homework, detention for being a minute late. The bitch was making his senior year a goddamn nightmare, and Mike wasn’t about to take it lying down. He needed to find a way to get back at her, to make her feel the same kind of pressure she was putting on him. He started watching her, lurking around after school, trying to catch her doing something, anything, that he could use against her.
And then one day, jackpot. He saw her behind the bleachers, getting down and dirty with some dude. Mike whipped out his phone and started recording, getting every juicy detail. The way she moaned, the way she grabbed at the guy’s clothes – it was all going on his phone. He knew right then and there that this was his ticket to freedom. The next day, Mike strutted into Ms. Olsen’s office like he owned the place. He slammed the phone down on her desk and told her he knew what she’d been up to. At first, she tried to play it cool, acting like she had no idea what he was talking about. But when Mike showed her the video, her face turned white as a ghost.
Now he had her right where he wanted her. He told her that unless she started treating him with some goddamn respect, he was going to send that video to the principal, to the school board, to anyone who would listen. Ms. Olsen was trapped, her reputation hanging by a thread. She tried to reason with him, to beg him to keep quiet, but Mike wasn’t having any of it. He wanted her to suffer, to feel the same kind of humiliation she’d been dishing out to him for months. He wanted to see her squirm, to see her beg. And he was going to get exactly what he wanted. He made her get on her knees right there in her office, begging him not to ruin her life. He made her promise to give him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. And then, just to drive the point home, he made her suck his cock until he came all over her face. That’s when she knew she was his. He owned her now, body and soul. And he was going to enjoy every single minute of it. From now on, Ms. Olsen was going to be his personal plaything, his own little secret. And he was going to use her, abuse her, and humiliate her in every way imaginable. Because that’s what she deserved. That’s what she got for messing with Mike.
