Teach Me (7 page)

Eleven

The crowd is far bigger than I would have imagined, since that means people actually know about this whole thing. I feel like Alice in fucking Wonderland right now. Lucas holds my arm and points to a corner where the biggest fucking guy I have ever seen is sitting. Mike Ellis, he informs me. He’s going to die, I realize. Because there is no way Lucas can take that beast. Lucas may be an asshole and have a temper like no one else I know, but he’s still fucking human. Mike Ellis looks like a local prison let him out for some air.

Lucas’s hand is soaking wet and I’m worried. I’m actually sick I am so scared for him, but he turns to me as he approaches the circle and pulls me in for one hell of a kiss. He lips find mine and his tongue explores the inside of my mouth.

“He won’t hurt me,” he whispers.

“What if he does?” I worry.

“He won’t. Because I won’t be able to keep you to that promise of fucking me all weekend if he does – and it has been way too long.” He grabs my ass and it might be degrading under other circumstances, but it just makes me hope he’s right.

I kiss him again. “Kick his ass,” I tell him and he grins.

Tim leads me to the side, to a little area where he sits and people bring him bets. It looks bad for Lucas, which means if he wins, he will win a fuckload of cash.

When they get started, I have to sit on my hands to make sure I watch. I don’t want to see this, but I need to be here for Lucas. Mike starts pounding on him immediately and I swear I hear bones break, but Lucas is still standing after the first barrage. There is blood streaming from his nose, but he’s steady and when Mike takes a break for a split second, Lucas moves quick. He
pounds on Mike’s face and hits him low, so Mike is thrown off balance. It looks like a positive turn of events until Mike stands up again and then hits Lucas so hard he is thrown back several feet. His fingers hang off his hand at a strange angle and the blood starts flowing faster. Mike pounds Lucas’s face until he’s nearly unrecognizable and I scream Lucas’s name. I want to run to him, but Tim rests a hand on my leg to stop me.

Mike just keeps going and I think I am going to watch Lucas die in front of my eyes. Suddenly, though, he sees an opening somehow and he gets out the hunting knife. I figured he would stab Mike in the side, cause some pain so he would have an opening to keep up the fight. I don’t expect him to shove the knife straight into Mike’s eye, blinding him. Blood pours from the socket and Mike reaches for the knife, but Lucas twists it deeper and then removes it, targeting Mike’s chest. Suddenly, this is not what I thought it would be. I thought, even with its violence, that this was like a UFC fight, but Lucas take the knife, plunges it into Mike’s chest, and twists. Mike gags and a stream of blood spills from his throat. Lucas keeps stabbing until Mike falls, and then he does it again. When Mike finally stops moving, Lucas stands up, wipes the knife off on his sweats, and walks over to Tim and me.

Everyone comes to pay, except for a few who claim killing Mike made the fight unfair, and then the crowd disperses. Lucas just fucking killed someone and no one cares.
Lucas
doesn’t care. What the hell? He takes the wad of money Tim gives him and grabs my hand. I am going to have to drive, because I don’t even know how Lucas is standing up, and he can’t possibly see through all the blood – both his and Mike’s – on him. I wonder what will happen to Mike, to his body, but no one seems worried. Which makes me realize that this kind of thing must happen a lot – and that makes it even more imperative Lucas get the fuck out now.

“How much?” I ask once we are in my car, because truthfully, I am too ill to drive.

“What?”

“How much was his life worth?”

“Forty grand.”

Fuck. That’
s what I make a year. Of course, I don’t kill people.

“Don’t you feel guilty?” I ask.

“Why? You saw it. He would have done the same to me if he had to.”

Although he’s right and I suppose I’m glad it was Mike and not Lucas, I feel like I am going to throw up. I just watched a guy die.

“Are you still high? Don’t you hurt?”

“Not yet,” Lucas says and I shrug, turning on the car and bringing him home. I want him in bed when he does start to feel the pain.

****

I call out again and feel thankful I’ve been fairly healthy in my few years teaching so I have a pretty hefty sick bank. It’s midmorning when Lucas wakes, screaming in agony. I bring him Tylenol, but it’s nowhere near strong enough. I hate myself, but I go to his phone and look through his contacts for Tim’s number. He picks up almost immediately.

“You’re alive?”

“It’s Savannah,” I tell him.

“Who?”

“Miss Lawlor.”

“Oh, hey, baby.”

“Not now,” I reply. “Lucas is a mess. I need something strong. He’s taken a ton of Tylenol but it isn’t helping.”

“It’ll cost ya.”

“Really?”
Fucking asshole.
“It was
your
fight.”

“
So? I have to buy the shit.”

“Whatever,” I grumble. There goes my fucking bank account. “Just get it here fast. And bring that fucking video.”

“You want a souvenir?” He taunts.

“Fuck yourself,” I say and hang up.

Lucas is in tears and I hope Tim fucking hurries. I can’t believe I’m buying drugs for him, but he can’t handle withdrawal and excruciating pain at the same time. I rationalize it, but I know it’s still fucked up. I guess this is the shit I signed up for with this kid.

I sit in my bed and bring him a trash can so he can vomit repeatedly. I don’t know if it’s from the pain, the half bottle of Tylenol, or withdrawal, but Lucas has a shit ton of puke and I am on my third dumping run when Tim finally shows up. I don’t ask questions, simply lead him to my room, and close the door with the two of them in there. I’m not sure what Lucas will get, and I definitely don’t know nor do I want to know how he gets the drugs into his system. Instead, I do the dishes because it’s a distraction. There aren’t that many but I’m meticulous and I’m wrapping up the load when Tim comes out in half an hour.

“How is he?” I ask.

“Sleeping now. Look, I left some things. He may need to take them.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I say.

“And the video is on the dresser.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

He leaves and I dry my hands and go back to Lucas. He’s sleeping, but he isn’t restless, and I slide into bed next to him, draping his arm over me. I don’t even think, but I reach behind me and start stroking his cock. I know he’s out of it, so I don’t expect to happen, but suddenly he’s hard and he’s pushing against me and his hands are sliding my panties down. I’m only wearing a long t-shirt and I lift it over my hand while Lucas rubs between my legs.

“Baby,” he cries and I can’t imagine how he is physically okay doing this, but he’s not struggling. He pulls me against him with one arm and uses the other to cover my mouth as he plunges into my cunt. He’s rough and the drugs have him completely out of his head so he’s just fucking me like there is no stopping. I bite down on his hand and he grunts, shoving himself into me harder. He takes the hand around my body and uses his hand to pinch my nipples before he slides it between my legs and plays with my clit as he fucks me.

I push back against him as he plunges and I’ve missed his body. As soon as I come, he tosses me down onto my bed and sits over me, his giant monster cock still slick from my pussy. His eyes are glazed over; it’s not meth this time but something else because I’ve never seen Lucas look like this. He bites down hard on my nipples, shaking my tit with his teeth, and then he gets up, goes to my TV and DVD player, and puts in the video from Tim. It’s weird watching myself on video being fucked and Lucas stares at intently.

“Looks like you liked when he fucked you,” he comments.

“Not as much as you,” I say.

“I don’t like how much you’re enjoying that,” he says and then he comes back to the bed. In one motion, he lifts me up and then he bends me over in the middle of my bedroom floor. He grabs my teacher textbook from the floor near my bed and begins hitting me hard in the ass with
it. It’s so fucking hot and I come as he does it. He is just so wrong and so bad that it’s so motherfucking good.

“Scream, bitch. Scream my name. Tell me I’m the only cock you want,” he says as he continues to hit me with the book. I come again and again and I can’t stand up anymore, falling to my knees. He tosses the book aside, turns me around, and buries his cock down my throat. I lick the full length of him and cup his balls, listening to him call me names and tell me I’m his and he owns my pussy. He does, too. No guy has ever made me feel like this and I realize I do the stupid shit I have been doing because I will lose everything to feel Lucas balls deep in my cunt. The realization makes me want him there now and I move my head away before he can get a handful of hair and hold me in place.

“Fuck me,” I beg.

“No.”

“Please fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside me.”

“You don’t deserve it. You’re a stupid slut who took another cock with no regret.”

“I know and you should punish me, but don’t take away your cock. I need it,” I plead.

He growls at me, lifts me, and pushes me down on the bed, clearly wanting my cunt as badly as I want him. He buries himself deep and I fucking love it. I fucking love the way he slides in and out fast and hard and it aches when he tears me open and it aches when he slips out. He teases me, fucking me for a few thrusts, and then pulling out until I beg, until he can’t take it anymore either, and then he grabs my hips, slamming himself all the way in me. I can feel his balls and they slap me in the ass while he thrusts. He holds my tits and my hips with his two hands and sits up straight so he is plunged deep. I squirt around him and he laughs.

“You are such a nasty slut,” he tells me and slaps my ass hard. I come and let him continue until he explodes too, warm jets of cum filling me and then sliding down my legs.

After he’s done, he lies down and I ran my fingers along his bruises. “Do you hurt anywhere?” I ask.

“Baby, I am so fucking high I can feel nothing except the memory of your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”

That’s a good memory, I figure, and decide I will address the fact that he stabbed Mike Ellis to death later. After all, he made my annual salary doing it, seems physically improved, and he just fucked me like there was no tomorrow. I can’t pretend I care much about Mike Ellis right now.

Twelve

Unfortunately, there
are
people who care about Mike Ellis and I’m at school when a plainclothes officer comes to ask my some questions. Tim covers his tracks well and they don’t have anything to go on except rumors, so I play it safe and act dumb. The good news is that I don’t know shit about Mike Ellis, so I can’t answer most of his questions even if I felt like cooperating. I realize this is probably not the first time something like this has happened and I know they won’t actually be able to catch Lucas if he lays low for a bit, but I’m unnerved for the rest of the day.

When I get home, Tim’s
car is there. I feel a little annoyed that Lucas just invited him into my apartment without checking with me, but when I walk in, I don’t know what to feel. Tim is sitting on my dining room chair with his pants down and Lucas is kneeling between his legs, with Tim’s cock all the way down his throat. Tim is groaning as Lucas sucks him off and I’m appalled and so fucking turned on. I stand in the doorway and watch. They don’t even know I’m there at first. Lucas has the whole fucking shaft in his mouth and his head is bobbing up and down like he’s fucking starving for it. Holy shit, this is fucking hot. I wonder if I should be offended, but I am soaking my panties watching it. I move to couch and settle in, watching them.

My clit is throbbing and Tim makes eyes contact with me as I slide my hand up my skirt and tease it. I don’t think Lucas knows I’m here still, because he is all about sucking Tim’s dick, and I start imagining taking both of their cocks at the same time. My pussy aches and rubbing my clit is just not enough. I need to be filled with something – and I’m hoping it’s a cock. I can feel the folds filling with blood and I can barely walk as they get so engorged that I need to keep my thighs apart.

I lie down on the ground and reach for Lucas’s pants. He opens his eyes and sees me there for the first time and his eyes grow wide. He doesn’t stop sucking Tim’s cock, although he does starting sucking faster once I get his own cock in my hand. I run my fist along the length of it, but it’s doing nothing for the pulsating pain in between my legs.

“Can someone
please
fill my pussy?” I plead.

They both look at me and then Lucas takes his mouth from Tim’s cock and grins. “How about we
both
fill you?”

Tim lifts me roughly to my feet while Lucas tears off my clothes, leaving me naked between them. I just love how he treats me. It makes me feel like such a slut, but my nerves are frayed and my cunt is on fire. I love losing myself to fucking and only Lucas has made me feel like this. I still can’t believe this is the kid who used to jerk off while thinking about sitting in my classroom.
Picturing the day we fucked in my classroom, I start spilling down my legs. I need Lucas now.

Lucas smiles and he and Tim sandwich me between them. I have no idea how this will work until they hold hands and suddenly with simultaneous thrusting, each enters me. Tim is buried in my asshole as Lucas fills my cunt. Holy fuck. I can’t move, squeezed between them and once they are both inside, they let go of each other and there are hands and lips all over my body. I feel like some kind of sex toy and there is cock filling me while I cry out. I can’t escape being this full and someone thumbs my clit while I moan.

I use my thighs to ride both the cocks and meet the pressure of them both fucking me. Lucas leans across me and kisses Tim right next to my ear. Hearing their tongues exploring each other’s mouths and the wet sounds mixed with their groans drenches me. I might be the teacher, but with Lucas, I am the student and he is giving me one hell of a lesson. I come and they push me back and forth as my body shakes. Even after I can’t stand anymore, there is nowhere for me to go and my body goes limp while they kiss and touch with me between them. Orgasm after orgasm tears through my body and I’m in tears because I think I’m going to die if they don’t finish soon – and neither shows any sign of stopping.

I feel my cunt clench tight on Lucas’s cock and I scream as he pounds deeper and deeper.

“Fuck,” I scream and they keep slamming into me in both holes.

Tim comes first – nearly twenty minutes later and my ass is soaked with his cum. He pulls out but keeps holding me, now cupping my ass and guiding me along Lucas’s cock. My fluids slip along Lucas and some of Tim’s cum mixes with it. There is so much lubrication and if Lucas was not so fucking big, he would never be able to stay tight inside of me. However, since he is giant, he just keeps on thrusting until I feel nothing but Tim’s hands on my ass and Lucas’s cock, all the way down to his balls, digging deep into my cunt. Finally, Lucas comes and it’s fucking intense. He growls like he is going to hurt someone and there is so much cum when he explodes that I feel like I’ll be wet for days.

“Slut,” Lucas says as he pulls out and goes to the bathroom to clean off. Tim laughs at me and tosses me naked on to the couch. He says nothing, just dresses and leaves.

When Lucas comes back, he’s still naked and he sits in the dining chair now vacated by Tim. “Tim needs me to go away with him next week,” he says.

“Go where?”

“Into the city. He has a huge fight for me and I could make five times what I made from Mike Ellis.”

“Do you have to kill someone?” It’s a low blow but how can he be considering it? He told me he would win and then start losing – that he would find a way out. Doesn’t he want to be out?

“Why are you acting like this? Do you understand how good this is for me?”

“You said you were going to get out,” I remind him.

“Well, I don’t want to be out. Why are you such a fucking hypocrite?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You tell me to get out when I show up high – and then you buy fucking drugs for me.”

“I thought you were going to die,” I tell him.

“Whatever. I want you to come with me,” he says. “All week.”

“Lucas, I have school. I can’t come with you.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because I have classes.”

“So quit.” He’s being unreasonable.

“You’re the one who told me you wanted me to stay there,” I point out.

“Yeah, but that was before you blew me off for the biggest fight of my life.”

“What day is the fight?”

“Thursday night,” he answers.

“I’ll take Friday off and drive up after classes Thursday. Does that work?”

“Fine. But I’m gonna be a fucking mess without you,” he whines.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” I tell him. He’s so fucking moody. I don’t know how to please him.

“Well, I have to go for the night,” he says. “See you tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

He cups my face. “Don’t be mad. Tomorrow night is the only night we have until next week. I want to enjoy it.”

“Whatever, Lucas.”

He leaves and I’m so fucking angry. I take out my cell and call Leo. Groveling, I beg for some work. Luckily, he had a call out tonight, and I go take a shower, pissed at Lucas and looking forward to getting back to my normal life.

****

The club is crowded tonight. There are two different bachelor parties and they both want private dancers. Amber takes one group – the older ones in business suits – and I get stuck with the frat boys. I can’t argue, because Leo is doing me a favor. Besides, they spend a lot just for the room and I figure maybe they’re spoiled, entitled frat boys and I can squeeze more money out of them.

The best man is a kid named Greg, who looks like he spends more time in the gym than at school. He introduces me to each of them, but I’ll never remember their names. I try to focus for when he introduces the groom, another kid named Nate. It strikes me that Nate is older than Lucas, which is odd, since he looks so nervous and young.

“So what do you boys want?” I get the impression this was an idea rather than a plan. None of them look like they’ve ever been near a stripper.

“What are our options?” Greg asks.

“Topless, nude, lap dances, or we can negotiate personal attention.”

“Personal attention?”

“Personal attention. Whatever kind you want to pay for. We go from there.”

He and the other guys huddle, which is comical, and I wait. I pick at my skirt, and realize this is the first time I have offered services without being asked. I guess after my volatile relationship with Lucas, I have lost a lot of shame. If they’re gonna pay me, fuck it. I’ll do whatever they want.

Greg approaches me and the rest of the guys just stare. “We want nude and then, maybe, something. But the guys are kinda shy.”

“How about you? Want to be my guinea pig?” I tease.

“Yeah. Let’s see that pussy and I’ll let you know how much I’m willing to pay.”

Negotiations aren’t an issue for me, because I know I’m tight and I know when they get the flash of it, it won’t be enough. It never is, but I used to say no. I’m not saying no tonight.

I go through my routine, but really, I just want to get to the good money. A few of the guys look away, embarrassed when I slip my fingers inside myself, but I can see that every one of them is turned in. I lick my pussy juices from my fingers and smile.

“Why don’t you all take them out? Let me see what you’ve got,” I flirt.

They look at each other tentatively, but Greg isn’t worried. He unzips and releases his cock. It’s big. Not Lucas monstrous, but I bet he could fuck me pretty good.

“I wanna watch you stroke it,” I tell him and ready for my next song. As the music plays, the rest of the guys gather their nerves and by the time I turn around for the pussy flash, every one of them has his dick out. Except Nate, which I admire. At least he’s decent enough to treat his upcoming wedding with respect. He looks frustrated as hell, but he won’t take his pants off, and I refuse to push him. I like the fact that he won’t.

Meanwhile, the rest of them are just a collection of throbbing red cocks. There are ten of them and I can’t even imagine how I am supposed to take care of them all. I stop at the end of my song and smile.

“So, what’s it gonna be, boys?”

They look back and forth at each other and finally one raises his hand. I have to bite my tongue not to laugh, since I never thought I’d be standing naked in front of a bunch of guys with
their cocks out and still feel like a teacher. I think the hand raiser is one of the Marks, but I can’t remember his name. I nod in his direction and he clears his throat.

“I’ll pay you every dime I have on me to blow me,” he says. He takes out a wad of cash – about two hundred bucks. I could do better, but there are still nine more of them. I kneel between his legs and take his cock into my mouth. It’s already ready to pop and I barely get my hand fisted around the base and touch the tip of my pinky finger to his balls before he lets go and I get a warm mouthful of cum. The easiest fucking two hundred dollars I ever earned. I wonder if he’s mad, but he leans back, satisfied. Easy as fucking pie.

I blow three more of them and none last much longer. One pays me in change, which is annoying, but I’ve only had to swallow some cum to earn over a thousand dollars, and it didn’t even take me thirty minutes. I wonder why I used to have such high fucking standards.

One of the guys hands me a credit card. “I have a two thousand dollar limit and I’ve never used any of it. Will you let me suck on your clit for two grand?”
Hell, yes, I will
, I think. I put on the silk robe that is provided with the room and go to Leo’s office.

“Hey. Run this. Two grand.” It’s approved quickly and I go back to the room, lying back on the round futon. Frat boy number five gets his mouth wrapped around my clit and starts sucking. He isn’t very good, but I remember fucking Lucas that first night right here on this futon. Of course that was before I knew about all the other shit, but thinking of his cock gets me hot. I want to come, but frat boy is struggling. He has no idea what to do.

“Lick along the slit,” I tell him. “Try going in with your tongue.”

He’s eager for instruction. My teaching skills come in handy as I guide him through giving good oral and he eventually gets close to making me come. I help him out with the last steps by playing with my clit as he slides his tongue in and out. When I come, I let a little liquid leak
down his chin and he smiles. He’s proud of his work, which isn’t great but will certainly be better when he gets back to school and hopefully some poor unsuspecting girl won’t leave whatever hookup he has completely frustrated.

One of the guys, Nick he says his name is, ends up jerking off while he watches and sheepishly shrugs when I get to him. Two more have no money, so fuck them. I don’t do this shit for free and I suggest they follow Nick’s lead while I play with their friends. That just leaves Greg and one more. He says his name is Mark and I wonder if I confused him with the other Mark. No matter. I can’t decide between the two of them, but Greg says he wants to go last.

“I want balls deep in that fucking pussy,” he says. “And I don’t want any of them in there first.”

“It’s gonna cost ya,” I say and I remember Tim telling me that when I needed drugs for Lucas. I miss Lucas right now, but I remind myself he’s a hypocritical, fucked up asshole, and try to focus on Mark.