Cheating--Something About Her

by SFW

She wears an immaculate white shirt and blue skirt, the most standard smile hanging on her face like a registered trademark. She is never tardy for school, never eating while walking on the road, and never talking dirty. She is virtually a pure girl student. (Later you will see why I say "virtually", now all you have to do is just observe the goings.)

After school, she has to go to a place which is believed to be a cram school by her parents. She gets on a bus and takes her seat. On the way to the destination, the greasy face of her math teacher floats into her brain. She really hates this face. Holding a black magic marker, she starts to draw the face on the back of a seat, then blurs it. Getting off at the bus stop noted for flourishing special business operations, she enters into a club named "Deep Diamond." Although she is just an ordinary girl with a naive face, she can become a powerful queen here.

Taking off her uniform, she puts on the clothes prepared for her, with a thong whip and handcuffs in her hands. She hears a knock on the door, then a tall man with a mask enters. She can imagine excitement filling the nasty face behind the mask. "Lie on the ground", she commands, and the man obeys. The heel of her black boot steps on the man's little finger; she abuses him with all the dirty words she can imagine. "My dear queen, lash me as hard as possible," the man howls with ecstasy. "You forgot to say please!" She spits in his face.

It's time to get off work; she walks out of the room, leaving the exhausted man behind. Shooting towards the accountant with lightening speed, she gets her salary for this month--two hundred thousand dollars. She feels satisfied, and also feels the delight beyond description in the process of torturing her client. When the light of the room is off, the face of her client will transmute into that of the teacher who is harsh to her in her fantasy. This fantasy gets her high.

It hasn't been a nuisance for her to go to school. On the contrary, it has become a treat for her since she started this job. On seeing the math teacher's puffy face in class, she can't stop giggling. Now she is not a crosspatch anymore because she has found a perfect channel to wreak her temper on. She is amiable and generous to her classmates; they all like her. The job makes her happy, saving her from the bottomless pit of academic pressure. Maybe it is not a high-classed job, but who cares?

On the way home she continues thinking that next time she will try some hot melted wax to entertain those jerks.

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