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Re: Blackmail
Olivia attempted to slide into the classroom unnoticed but the large, heavy door betrayed her, squeaking as it opened and closing with a boom. She sidled up to a desk at the back of the class, away from the other students. Although she'd managed to wipe most of the cum off her face, the smell remained. The chair grated against the floor as she pulled it out to sit down.
All faces in the silent room were turned towards her.
She looked to the front of the class to find professor's narrowed eyes transfixed hers. Middle aged and lean, with a no-nonsense demeanour, the professor was the terror of his students.
"There's a desk up the front," he said.
Olivia paused, then, with another loud scrape from the chair, slid out of the desk at the back and trudged, like the condemned, to the desk at the front, directly in the middle of the other students. She sat down.
The other students near her murmured about the smell of stale spunk.
"You're late," the professor said, his nose wrinkling slightly.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"Reason?"
Olivia blushed. "I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."
"Reason?" He leaned forward and placed his hands flat on the desk, waiting for an answer.
Olivia shifted in her seat. "I ... I ran into someone on the way over, Sir."
"What's so important that it made you late?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. It won't..."
"Reason," he said interrupting her. " Be specific. Lateness is a serious matter."
Olivia glanced at the boy next to her then blushed heavily. He was also on the football team and wondered what stories would be shared later. Whatever they were, he'd also hear them now. She focused back on the professor. "I was, this guy asked, we..."
"Reason, please.".
"I was having sex, Sir."
Many in class gasped, some were silent. A few giggled. Female voices.
"On the way over?"
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
"To class."
"Yes, Sir," Olivia mumbled.
The silence filled the room but only for a moment.
"Go on," he said.
"Excuse me?" Olivia asked.
"We were discussing why you were late, Olivia. So far we have what happened but not why."
"I don't understand," she said. "I told you I ... " she paused, "... er ... had sex. Sir."
"Why did you have sex? Olivia. What possible reason could have made sex more important than class."
"He asked and he ..." She stuttered. "I'm a ... And I have to ..."
"Olivia, you're late, you disrupted the class. Time is moving on. Get to the point."
"I'm a breeder," she said. "if someone has a blue card I have to have sex with them." She breathed out. "If they ask," she added quickly.
"So, you had sex?"
"Yes, sir."
"On the way over?"
"Yes, sir."
"Where? What is there between the dorm room and here."
"On the campus field. Sir."
The professor gave a tiny smirk. "So, let me get this straight. You encountered a boy, on the campus field and he asked you to have sex with him and you obliged and now it's possible that you could be carrying his child?" He paused. "Is that correct."
Olivia paused wondering whether to lie. Just to get it over with. She didn't risk it. "That's correct, Sir. Except for the last bit."
"Explain."
"He didn't ... er ... impregnate me." She looked down. "Sir," she added quickly.
"Explain."
"Sir?"
"I'm confused. You had sex, but he didn't impregnate you? Explain how that works."
"Um, Sir, do I have to..."
"Yes. You do. Lateness is a serious matter. Explain."
Olivia blushed scarlet. "I sucked his cock."
The professor waited.
"And he came in my mouth ... Sir."
"So, you're a breeder and requires to have sex on demand but you sucked him off instead of trying to get impregnated?"
"I have to follow instructions," she mumbled.
"Even if that means you don't get impregnated?"
"Yes, sir." She wanted to sink into the floor.
"So, you are late because you are a breeder, and when a blue card holder asks you for sex, then you have to immediately follow their instructions and have sex with them on their terms? And this is why you are late?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And you expect me to accept that?"
"Yes, sir." Olivia crossed her fingers.
"That it can happen any time, and that it's a legitimate excuse," he said, adding, "because you have no choice."
"Yes, Sir. That's correct."
"Interesting, Olivia. Very interesting." He stroked his chin. "So that we are very, very clear, you can be approached anytime and anyplace by a blue card holder to have sex on their terms and this is a valid excuse for lateness and disrupting my class."
"Yes, Sir." Hope flooded Olivia's voice.
"And there's nothing I can do about it?"
"I think so, Sir," she said tentatively.
He paused and his eyes narrowed. Then he smirked and said, "I guess that's that. Your lateness is forgiven. It's your responsibility to manage the impact this has on your class time and you'll need to keep up."
Olivia released an explosive sigh of relief.
The professor turned to the whiteboard and resumed the lesson. "As I was saying, today's class is particularly important because..."
A blue card slid onto Olivia's desk.
The hand sliding the card was attached to the boy next to her. He held up his notebook. He's taken a blank page and written two words on it.
GET NAKED
"Here," she mouthed pointing at the desk.
The professor paused. Just briefly.
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