[40] FUCKING CUBA, [YOU ARE FUCKED]

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School was dismissed, so was the after school lessons with Mr. Cuba. The lesson was hell because of the teacher teaching the subject.

I've been pretty occupied with Betty's voice, still not sure what she meant by "Roofies would have finished you if not for that lover of yours?". I've been asking myself this same question over and over again trying to figure out the meaning, still in my thought when fucking Cuba interrupts. "Ms. Cila, meet me in my office, now". Mr. Cuba said and carried his book to the office.

I sigh in despair and look at Clara, she lay her head on the desk "I will be fine". She says softly. "Be careful". I smiled at her and walked to Mr. Cuba's office.

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Standing beside the chair playing gentleness, I stood there waiting for him to offer me a chair. Wanting to believe his call was of good intention, though part of me knew that to be a lie.

It has been long since I slammed his door, receiving awkward eye contacts from the day after, so Clara and I decided to do a little magic to his office which he is unaware of.

Cuba's stay in this school will be over if he ever tries stupid shit with me. I tell myself as he walks and stops in front of me, before walking to the door. "What are you doing?". I asked him when I heard the door shut locked.

"What do you think I am doing?". He asked softly, replying to my question with a question. He walked to where I stood and brushed a hair across my face. He stinks of too much cologne and the scent smells so bad. I backed out from him and found myself pacing. "We just need to talk, sit first". He gestured his hand to the chair while he shifted his books and sat on his desk.

"Have you thought about my offer? He asked and my jaw dropped. This jerk is gotta be kidding me.

" What offer? I ask with my hand behind me hiding the pen I took from his desk when I was pacing in the room.

"This". He said and straight out his hand in front of my chest, I looked at the motion of his hand and bit my lips before walking closer to him making his hand touch me.

"You wanna fuck me?". I ask simply and watch his lustful eyes as nods foolishly " Go ahead then"

I laugh softly and watch as he quickly pulled his pants down almost tripping on his pulled pants, not wanting to lose this one in a lifetime opportunity he has to fuck Peter Cila's daughter.

"Mhm". I stopped him before he could pull his boxers off as desperately as he is.

Without being touched he is already moaning waiting for me to foolishly take off mine. "You are fucked" I smile to myself and walk an inch closer to him, with disgust, I slowly touch his hairy laps. "You are fucked". I say again to the dude, his head resting on my neck.

He inhales deeply and slides his hand down to my back. I used the pen I was holding to touch his laps up to his joint, with a force I hit his dick with the pen.

Loud scream escaped his lips as he jumped from the desk and covered his lips to suppress his voice from being heard. "Bitch". He said angry and came after me as I rushed and unlocked the door leaving him and his bleeding dick in the corridor.

He shamelessly runs back to his office, he wouldn't run around the corridor in boxers with his hands on his dick

"We've got someone to threaten back". I told Clara when we walked to where I parked my car.