blackmail teacher

My Story Time:

Girl, buckle up because this is about to be the most scandalous tea you’ve ever sipped. So, I was at my boujee all-girls school, right? Just minding my business in the locker room after practice, vibing in my sports bra and tiny-ass shorts, when—yikes—I spotted something sus. A tiny ass camera hidden in the corner, pointed straight at the showers. And guess who’s name was scratched into the side? Miss fucking Andrews, our “innocent” yoga teacher.

I could’ve gone full clapback and exposed her right then, but… low-key? The power rush had me soaking. So I waited till after class, cornered her in her office, and dropped the cam on her desk like, “Sooo… you finna explain this, or do I gotta take it to the principal?” Her face? Shook. She tried to play it off like, “It’s not what it looks like,” but bestie, I saw the vids—me, half-naked, bending over to tie my shoes.

Then? Iconic twist. She leaned in, voice all shaky, and whispered, “What do you want?” So I smirked and said, “How ‘bout you show me what’s under that pencil skirt first?” And oof—next thing I knew, she was on her knees, her manicured hands hiking up my pleated uniform, her tongue working my clit like she was starving. I grabbed her hair, moaning, “God, yeah, just like that,” while she begged me not to tell.

Spoiler: I didn’t. But she’s been extra attentive in class ever since. 😏 Period.