My Steamy Story: THE STORY…HOTEL…SCHOOL TRIP… 1 MRS...

My Story Time:

I’m low-key shook just remembering this, bestie, but no cap, I’m gonna spill the tea. It was our school trip, and I was doing my late-night room checks. I walked into Ezra’s room, and they offered me some water. Big yikes, I should’ve known it was sus.

Next thing I know, my head was spinning AF. Ezra’s voice cut through the fog, all authoritative, and my body just… obeyed. He told me to prep the yearbook speech and some spicy photos for my man at the same time. The cognitive dissonance was wild.

I stood in the middle of that room, my fingers trembling as I unbuttoned my blouse. The camera was rolling, and I heard myself say, “I am Penelope, the stupid teacher,” while Sam and Endie laughed at my “saggy tits.” I kept going, my voice shaky but determined, “Dear students, this was a great year…”

Then Ezra commanded, “Jump. 20 times. Fast.” And my body just did it. I was jumping, my own tits slapping against my face with each bounce, and I forced out, “We… achieved… high… goals…” through ragged breaths. Their mocking laughter was the soundtrack to my complete humiliation, and all I could do was obey, a dizzy, exposed puppet for their entertainment. Period. Sheesh.