A Good Tutor
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,018
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A Good Tutor
Hello! This is me playing around with my characters from Strictly Supernatural. Vam is a high school French teacher at an all girl Catholic school. Oh the fun! It\'s not done yet because I\'m writing three things at once and drawing as well. Plus I\'m busy with school and SS. So enjoy, I shall update often and soon! Reviews always welcome.
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The second hand seemed to move by the minute as the last five minutes of French class neared. Everyone sat in silence as the teacher, Mr. Pierre handed back the mid-term results. Ely heard some people moan and complain while others breathed sighs of relief. Mr. Pierre dropped Ely’s paper on her desk and returned to the front of the room. The fat red mark on the top read 23%. Ely’s violet eyes widened and she quickly stuffed the damn thing in her Gundam folder before anyone could see it.
The school bell chimed and as everyone rose, Mr. Pierre cleared his throat, causing them to halfway take their seats. Mr. Pierre was not one of those teachers who got along well with his students. He was one the students at St. Dominick’s Academy for Young Women either feared or fell in love with. It was mostly the goth chicks who liked his fierce red eyes covered in black makeup, everyone else though it was creepy. His prolonged canines sharpened to a point and preference to black clothes made everyone think he was some sort of vampire or crazy Satanist.
“Ms. Faye, I need to talk to you. Everyone else may leave.” Ely heard childish whispers and cat calls come from the mouths of the girls around her before they exited, leaving only her and the tyrant in the room. Their eyes locked and Ely felt a jolt of fear run down her spine. “Ms. Faye, to the front of the room, please.” She looked around at the door of the classroom to see if anyone would come in. She began to collect her book bag when his voice cut through the silence again. “It’s ok, you can leave your things.”
They both rose from their seats at the same time. Ely, a little frightened of his sudden movement backed up two steps. Mr. Pierre crossed the front of the room to shut the door and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the click of the lock. “Ms. Faye, to the front of the room, please.” The emphasis on the last word hurried her Mary-Jane encased feet to his desk. “I-I have English class...” “You can catch up later.”
He stood at the windows now, drawing the heavy black curtains closed. “Why.. why are y-” “You need to study your French better, Ms. Faye. Your test score is the lowest in the class.” He took his place at the desk and placed his hand on top of Ely’s. She tried to retrieve it, but it only made him grip harder. She was afraid he really was a vampire and trying to kill her. “But Sir, it’s so difficult.” She tugged her hand away this time. An action she will soon regret. He reached up and grabbed her navy blue school issued tie. “All you need,” he pulled her closer, “is a good tutor.”
They were face to face now, her pink lips hovering less than inch away from his pale blue ones. “Enlevez votre chemise.” His voice was like silk passing against her ears. So deep and rich with every word spoken in utter elegance. He let her tie go and she snapped back to reality. What was she thinking? He’s a teacher probably twice her age! “That is the beauty of the French language, Cheri. When spoken properly, it could make any woman cream her panties. Can you tell me what I just said?” Ely felt a blush form over her face. Was he implying something? “Ch-chemise. You... you said something about my shirt.” “What did I say about your shirt?” “I... I d-don’t kn-” “Don’t say you don’t know! If you’re that stupid, look it up!”
She backed away slowly, not taking her eyes off of his until she bumped into the first desk of the row she sat in. She retrieved her French Dictionary and hurried back to his desk, looking up the meaning. “Enlevez votre chemise... enlevez... enlevez means to take off.” She dropped to book onto his desk and ran for the door, trying to force it open. “What’s wrong, Cheri? Don’t want to continue the private lesson? Perhaps I should give you an ‘F’?” “You’re sick! How could you think I’d want to sleep with you to get a good grade?!” “Puh-lease! Don’t give me that sob story. I saw you giving the new science teacher a blowjob last week.”
“I...” She stopped trying to get out and faced Mr. Pierre. “Did you tell anyone about me and Sheridan?” “Why would I? And shouldn’t you be calling him Mr. Orr on school grounds?” She fell silent, salty tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. “Now if you want me to keep our little secret just that, you need to do me a favor, got it?” She nodded her head and wiped the tears on the back of her hand. “I’ll do anything you ask. Just don’t tell, Sheridan could loose his job.” “He could also go to jail.” Tears started to spill out again. “No, I’m 18... it’s legal.” “It is now, but it wasn’t last week. And I’m almost certain that wasn’t your first time together.” She started screaming about pounding on his chest, but that didn’t hurt the man. “What do you want?!” She quieted her by kissing her deeply, jamming his tongue into her mouth. “Enlevez votre chemise.” He took his seat once more at the teacher’s desk and leaned back. She loosened her tie and started to undo the buttons when his velvety voice stopped her. “Lentement.”
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The second hand seemed to move by the minute as the last five minutes of French class neared. Everyone sat in silence as the teacher, Mr. Pierre handed back the mid-term results. Ely heard some people moan and complain while others breathed sighs of relief. Mr. Pierre dropped Ely’s paper on her desk and returned to the front of the room. The fat red mark on the top read 23%. Ely’s violet eyes widened and she quickly stuffed the damn thing in her Gundam folder before anyone could see it.
The school bell chimed and as everyone rose, Mr. Pierre cleared his throat, causing them to halfway take their seats. Mr. Pierre was not one of those teachers who got along well with his students. He was one the students at St. Dominick’s Academy for Young Women either feared or fell in love with. It was mostly the goth chicks who liked his fierce red eyes covered in black makeup, everyone else though it was creepy. His prolonged canines sharpened to a point and preference to black clothes made everyone think he was some sort of vampire or crazy Satanist.
“Ms. Faye, I need to talk to you. Everyone else may leave.” Ely heard childish whispers and cat calls come from the mouths of the girls around her before they exited, leaving only her and the tyrant in the room. Their eyes locked and Ely felt a jolt of fear run down her spine. “Ms. Faye, to the front of the room, please.” She looked around at the door of the classroom to see if anyone would come in. She began to collect her book bag when his voice cut through the silence again. “It’s ok, you can leave your things.”
They both rose from their seats at the same time. Ely, a little frightened of his sudden movement backed up two steps. Mr. Pierre crossed the front of the room to shut the door and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the click of the lock. “Ms. Faye, to the front of the room, please.” The emphasis on the last word hurried her Mary-Jane encased feet to his desk. “I-I have English class...” “You can catch up later.”
He stood at the windows now, drawing the heavy black curtains closed. “Why.. why are y-” “You need to study your French better, Ms. Faye. Your test score is the lowest in the class.” He took his place at the desk and placed his hand on top of Ely’s. She tried to retrieve it, but it only made him grip harder. She was afraid he really was a vampire and trying to kill her. “But Sir, it’s so difficult.” She tugged her hand away this time. An action she will soon regret. He reached up and grabbed her navy blue school issued tie. “All you need,” he pulled her closer, “is a good tutor.”
They were face to face now, her pink lips hovering less than inch away from his pale blue ones. “Enlevez votre chemise.” His voice was like silk passing against her ears. So deep and rich with every word spoken in utter elegance. He let her tie go and she snapped back to reality. What was she thinking? He’s a teacher probably twice her age! “That is the beauty of the French language, Cheri. When spoken properly, it could make any woman cream her panties. Can you tell me what I just said?” Ely felt a blush form over her face. Was he implying something? “Ch-chemise. You... you said something about my shirt.” “What did I say about your shirt?” “I... I d-don’t kn-” “Don’t say you don’t know! If you’re that stupid, look it up!”
She backed away slowly, not taking her eyes off of his until she bumped into the first desk of the row she sat in. She retrieved her French Dictionary and hurried back to his desk, looking up the meaning. “Enlevez votre chemise... enlevez... enlevez means to take off.” She dropped to book onto his desk and ran for the door, trying to force it open. “What’s wrong, Cheri? Don’t want to continue the private lesson? Perhaps I should give you an ‘F’?” “You’re sick! How could you think I’d want to sleep with you to get a good grade?!” “Puh-lease! Don’t give me that sob story. I saw you giving the new science teacher a blowjob last week.”
“I...” She stopped trying to get out and faced Mr. Pierre. “Did you tell anyone about me and Sheridan?” “Why would I? And shouldn’t you be calling him Mr. Orr on school grounds?” She fell silent, salty tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. “Now if you want me to keep our little secret just that, you need to do me a favor, got it?” She nodded her head and wiped the tears on the back of her hand. “I’ll do anything you ask. Just don’t tell, Sheridan could loose his job.” “He could also go to jail.” Tears started to spill out again. “No, I’m 18... it’s legal.” “It is now, but it wasn’t last week. And I’m almost certain that wasn’t your first time together.” She started screaming about pounding on his chest, but that didn’t hurt the man. “What do you want?!” She quieted her by kissing her deeply, jamming his tongue into her mouth. “Enlevez votre chemise.” He took his seat once more at the teacher’s desk and leaned back. She loosened her tie and started to undo the buttons when his velvety voice stopped her. “Lentement.”