Chinese Language Teacher Julie Li
and her White student Sean
Chinese language teacher Julie Li is so taken with one of her white students that she can’t stop herself from giving him her body, her will, her very life.
“Class dismissed,” Julie Li said to her Chinese language class at a private prep school in California. “Sean, please stay for a moment. I want to talk to you.”
He stayed where he was, slouched in his seat, as the classroom rapidly emptied. It was the only class Julie had that was almost exclusively white. Very few classes have this many white boys all in one class, and Julie paid extra attention to it. When the last student had left, Miss Li closed the door, then locked it. Sean didn’t move. She turned to look at him. Their eyes met for a long moment.
“You know, don’t you?” She said finally.
He only smiled slightly.
“Listen,” she said. “I’m your teacher. I am twenty-eight. I’m married and have a wonderful family. If anything happened I could get into a lot of trouble. I could lose my husband, my family, and possibly my job, and I might have to go back to China.”
Sean said nothing. He just looked at her.
She closed her eyes, then opened them again. “What do you want me to
do?” she said.
“Get naked,” he said.
A small whimper came from her mouth. “Alright,” she said.
She stripped down to the skin. She was shaking slightly, but she didn’t hesitate, and she didn’t rush. She took everything off. Everything, including her wristwatch and her bracelet and the rings on her fingers. She knew he didn’t care about that, he only wanted to see her naked body, her unrestrained breasts and her thighs and her tight Chinese vagina. But something made her strip herself utterly, divest herself of everything that belonged to her, since her body for now was to belong to him. Her body and her will. And her soul, if he wanted it. But he didn’t.
“What now?” she said.
His smile was now wider than before, though his eyes were slithering over her like snakes. “Now crawl,” he said. “Crawl to me, Miss Chink.”
Oh, he knew. He was only nineteen and she was twenty-eight, and this was crazy, she didn’t have to do this, she could stop it right here. No she couldn’t. It was too late, he had seen her naked, the damage was done, he would never keep this to himself. Even if he did, even if it was not too late, she couldn’t. Stop. She couldn’t. She knew. He knew.
She lowered herself to her knees, then got on all fours. He was in the last row, all the way in the back of the room. She began to crawl. On hands and knees, slowly. To the aisle, up the aisle, slowly, crawling. Naked. Her breasts swaying. Her ass flexing. The floor was dirty. He watched. She crawled all the way to the back of the room and stopped on hands and knees in front of him.
“Christ, what a gook bitch,” he said.
“Yes,” she said. Panting.
“You suck cock, teacher?” he said.
She raised her head, looking up at him. His half-smile was the same, but his eyes were different. Again she whimpered. “If that’s what you want,” she said.
“You’re a sick gook bitch,” he said. “Aren’t you, teacher?”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m a sick gook bitch. Yes.”
“You should to be punished,” he said.
She closed her eyes. She knew she was breathing harder. She felt his eyes on her.
“You want to be punished,” he said.
She couldn’t speak.
She heard a sound and opened her eyes. He was opening the zipper of his pants. In a moment his cock was out. Hard, large, and pure White,unadulterated with the filth of race-mixing. Sean was born of a pure white woman and a pure white man. The sight of his gorgeous white cock caused a small sound to come from her.
“That’s for you, chink,” he said. “You want it, don’t you, you stupid gook bitch?”
She swallowed. “Yes,” she said.
Now he was unbuckling his belt. Then pulling it out of his pants. He took it off, coiled it, holding it in his hands. “You want this too,” he said. “Don’t you?”
She closed her eyes again. “I–I’m–“
“Look at me, teacher,” he said.
She opened her eyes.
“Don’t you?” he said.
“Yes,” she said.
“Tell me, in Chinese.”
“Damn you!” she said. “Damn you, Damn you.”
“In Chinese gook!”
“你知道！ 你知道! 我要！ 我想要！ I want it. I want your cock, I want your pure white sperm. I want your belt to whip me. Yes, I’m a sick gook bitch, yes, I’m a twisted and sick chink, and I can’t help it, I’m putting my whole life at risk for this, and I don’t know why, you’re a stupid callow pampered white boy and I’m a professional educator and I want it, yes, all right, yes, what do you want me to say? I want your precious white sperm inside my womb.”
“Nothing, teacher. Not now. I want you to suck my dick, and if you do it good I’ll give you the rest of what you want, okay? Do it.”
She gave a small moan, and then her mouth was on his big white cock and around it and it was filling her mouth and she was sucking it, sucking it slowly, doing it for him, using her tongue, taking him deep, sucking him, and then he was uncoiling the belt and raising it, and she made a muffled sound of fear and need and anticipation around his cock, and then the belt came down on her body with a cracking noise, and she screamed around his cock, and went on sucking it, and she didn’t stop sucking it as he brought the belt down again. And again. And again…
“This was one time only,” she said. “The only time. It stops now.”
“Bullshit,” Sean said.
“Yes,” she said. “I suppose it’s bullshit. But I’m going to try.”
“What if I tell?” Sean said.
“You won’t tell, Sean. Because if you do, you know it will stop. If you don’t, you’ll always think it could happen again.”
“But you’re not gonna let it, right?” Sean said.
“I’m going to try not to.”
He put his hand on her breast and pinched her nipple. “But you won’t succeed.”
She closed her eyes. “No,” she said softly. “Probably not.”
“Because you’re a sick gook bitch.”
“Yes,” she said. “I think we’ve established that fact.”
He squeezed her nipple hard, and she cried out with pain. “Don’t get all high and mighty on me, Miss chink,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
“Next time I want to fuck your ass,” he said.
“If there is a next time.”
He squeezed her nipple again. “You know what else we could do?” he said
as she gasped and twisted. “We could bring another guy in. Or a couple of them.
Every guy in this class would love to have a crack at you, chink.”
“No,” she said sharply. “No, Sean, you can’t do that.”
“No. No, Sean, please. Don’t even think about it. Please.”
“Tell me there will be a next time,” Sean said.
“All right,” Julie Li said. “There will be a next time.”
The next time, which was the following day after class, he had her lock the door, then he came down to the front of the room and put his hands on her breasts. When she instinctively raised her hands to his, he told her to put them down and leave them down, and she did. She stood with her hands at her sides and let him feel and knead and twist her breasts through her blouse and bra until he was satisfied with that, and then he told her to pull up her skirt and pull down her panties and bend over her desk so he could give her a good whipping before he fucked her ass. She was panting as she did what he said, standing at one side of the desk and leaning over it, the wooden edge cutting into her hips. He told her to bend further, all the way down, until her upper body lay on the desk, her breasts crushed against the surface, her arms stretched out to clutch at the other side, her ass jutting out sharply. He took off his belt again and whipped her ass with slow, hard, measured strokes, her ass and her upper thighs, harder than he had whipped her the first time, and much longer. When her screams got too loud for comfort, even though it had been the last class of the day and most people in the school had left, he picked up her panties and stuffed them into her mouth. Then he went on whipping her. When his arm was tired he dropped his pants and moved behind her and spread her buttocks and jammed his cock into her asshole. While her half-muffled screams went on. Then he fucked her mercilessly.
When he finished he pulled the panties from her sobbing, moaning mouth and allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Then he sat down in her desk chair and told her to clean him off with her mouth. He put his hands in her hair and held her to him until he came again, this time down her throat. He didn’t have to tell her to swallow it.
“You liked that, didn’t you, chink?” he said finally.
She was lying on the floor, moaning.
“Didn’t you, teacher?” he repeated.
“Yes,” she said, almost inaudibly. “But I wanted it in my pussy. To carry your white baby.”
“Yeah? For that I will have to whip your gook tits next time?” he said.
“Oh god!” Julie Li said. There was real fear in her voice. But not fear alone.
When she reached for her panties he grabbed them from her. “I’m gonna keep these,” he said. “Anyway, you don’t need panties, chink. Chink whores like you don’t need panties, chink whores keep their cunts right there and ready all the time, you know? And you’re a chink whore. Aren’t you, Miss Li?”
“Damn you,” Julie said.
“Come on, teacher. You are, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Julie Li said. “I suppose I am.”
“Say it in Chinese, bitch!”
Sean burst out in laughter, though he didn’t understand that last few words Miss Li uttered. He never cared about his Chinese language class much.
“You don’t need panties anymore. So don’t wear them to school any more, okay,teacher?”
She looked at him, startled. “But–“
“No buts. That’s an order.”
“You think you can–“
“Yeah, I do. And so do you. Don’t you, you nasty chink whore?”
She closed her eyes. “You bastard.”
“You gotta stop that, too. Tell you what, just for that I want you to stop wearing bras too.”
Her eyes opened. Wide. “I–I can’t…please…I can’t….”
“You can. You will. Chink cunt whore teacher from China.”
Julie Li moaned.
“Get the fuck out of here now, slope head. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She wore a full, loosely cut blouse the next day, hoping that it would make her unbound breasts less obvious, and she tried not to move in a way that would make them sway or bounce too conspicuously. Still she was self-conscious all day, and she thought she saw some of the students looking at her strangely, but she couldn’t be sure. During her last class she avoided Sean’s eyes. But she knew he was looking, and there was moisture in her loins. Her naked loins.
He stayed on after class, of course. Vaguely she thought that they would have to be careful, his staying after class every day was going to look suspicious, if it didn’t already. But it was a half-thought, overwhelmed by the pounding turmoil of her fear and desire as he came down to the front of the room.
“You naked under there, teacher?” he said.
She nodded. “Yes.”
She took off her blouse. Then the skirt.
“Good little Asian whore, aren’t you?” He said. “Could hardly tell with that big loose shirt there. Tomorrow wear something tighter, okay?”
“Sean. . . “
“And a shorter skirt, too. Show those sexy whore legs.”
“Sean, listen. . . “
“What?” He reached for her breasts.
She tried to speak calmly. “Listen to me, Sean, all right? If–if people find out–if they see–if this gets around, you understand? I’ll be fired. Or worse. My husband finds out. And we won’t be able to do this any more. You have to understand this, Sean. Please.”
“Suck my dick,” he said.
She wasn’t sure whether this was a command, or simply his way of responding to what she was saying. It didn’t matter. Her knees went weak, and she sank down to kneel in front of him. He let her unzip his fly and pull out his stiffening cock. Her mouth opened to take it in, but he stopped her.
“Rub it over your face,” he said.
With a small gasp she leaned forward to put her lips against his hard Aryan manhood. Then, holding it with one hand, she slid it over her face, over her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, over her eyes. His pre-come left a thin trail of slime on her skin. She rubbed her neck with him, then her face again, rubbing it all over and panting slightly, until he told her to stop. “Suck it, Miss Li,” he said. “Suck me off, chink teacher bitch, and when I come I want you to take it all over your gook face. You got that, you Asian whore?”
She made a small moaning sound and swiftly took him into her wide-open mouth. She loved the way she degraded her, degraded her race. She dervied immense pleasure from the way he talked down to her, putting her in her place. He grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her away from him, pulling her head back sharply and making her cry out with pain. Holding her that way, he spoke above her anguished whimpers. “I asked you a question, chink. You answer me when I ask you a question, you stupid slut bitch. Now answer!” And he jerked her head back even further, making her scream.
“Yes, Sean!” she gasped, tears of pain running down her face. “Yes, I’ve got it, yes!”
“Good.” He released her hair then, and immediately she put her moaning mouth on him again, taking him as deep as she could. As she sucked him, sobbing and whimpering, he told her she was a piece of dumb fuck asian cunt, a yellow whore and a sick, dog-eating shit-licking slope. Over and over he told her those things, and more, and his words only made her devour him more eagerly, to pleasure him with more avidity and skill. And when he was ready to come she slid her mouth off his cock and held it close to her face as it spurted out great ribbons of cum, which splashed onto her skin, onto her cheeks and her eyes and her mouth and up her nose and into her hair. And when finally the spurts dribbled off, she rubbed the tip of it over her lips, milking out the last drops with her hand, taking it all on her face. White man’s semen has beautifying affect on an Asian woman’s face, the thought of it made Julie Li happy.
“You look good that way, teach,” Sean said, grinning at her. “Too bad the whole class can’t see you that way.”
“Sean. . . “
“Tomorrow, bitch,” he said. “Something tight on top. And a short skirt. And still no underwear. You got that?”
“Yes, Sean,” she said.
“I’ve done it again,” Julie Li said. “I’ve ruined myself all over again. I’m going to get fired, Michael. I might even get arrested. Even if I’m not arrested, I will have to move again. I knew it would happen, Michael. I knew it going in. But I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop myself. Just like always.”
“Who is it this time?” Michael Chen asked.
“Oh Christ. A student. A nineteen year old freshmen. In one of my Chinese language classes. A spoiled white boy, and a cretin, for god’s sake, a goddamn dumb kid, and I don’t know what it is, Michael, I swear, I look in his eyes and I’m lost. Because he’s got that thing in him, damn it, that thing, I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but he’s got it, and he knows, and I can’t stop myself. Jesus, damn it, Michael, why?”
“I don’t know,” Michael said. “Why don’t I have it? Whatever the hell it is.”
She smiled at him, in spite of everything. “Because you’re a nice Asian guy, Michael. You’re a good guy. You’re sweet and gentle and kind and everything that a good Asian guy should be. And any normal fucking woman would be lucky as hell to have you. So why for god’s sake don’t you go out and find one?”
“Because I only want you,” Michael said.
“Then you’re as crazy as I am.”
“Only not in the right way,” Michael said.
“No,” Julie said. “Not in the right way. God, I wish you were.”
“Yeah,” Michael said flatly. Then he said, “So what are you going to do?”
“What am I going to do? I’m going to go on being his fucking slave, and I’m going to go on giving him everything he wants, and I’m going to do everything he tells me to do, until he ruins me. That’s what I’m going to do, Michael. And not even God can help me.”
The next day she wore a pullover top that clung to her breasts and clearly outlined her nipples. She had tried on several shirts and blouses, but without a bra, those that were tight enough looked even more lascivious than the pullover. She also wore her shortest skirt, which came to the middle of her thighs. She had not worn it for years, and would never have worn it to work. If not for Sean.
This time there was no doubt about how the students were looking at her. Most of the students stared openly, and a couple of them even made remarks about how good she looked. The girls looked too, and whispered gigglingly to each other. She taught her classes in an agony of self-conscious embarrassment. Again she did her best to avoid making her breasts jiggle, and she had to be very careful when she sat down.
But it wasn’t only the students. Her fellow teachers quite obviously took notice. There were raised eyebrows and a few shocked faces among the female faculty, and as for the men–well, their reactions weren’t much different from the male students. Men are men.
During her last class she avoided Sean’s eyes. But the knowledge that he was watching her shame herself at his bidding made her nipples hard, as was made quite evident by her tightly clinging top, and the male students stared harder than ever.
When that class was over and Sean, as usual stayed behind, he didn’t move from his seat. He simply unzipped his pants and took out his large stiff white cock. “Come and get it, teach, ni hao ma, gook?” he said, grinning.
She knew he wanted her to crawl again, so she did. In her skimpy outfit, again soiling her bare knees and her hands on the dirty floor. She reached him and opened her mouth, but he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back forcefully, so that she was looking up at him. She cried out with the pain in her scalp. He only pulled harder, still grinning.
“You like that, don’t you, chink teacher. You like what I’m doing to you.” He yanked her head further back. She gave another cry. “Don’t you, cunt?” he demanded.
“You…you know I do,” she gasped. “You know I can’t help it. You…you rotten…AAAHHH!”
He had reached down with his free hand and pinched a nipple hard through her top. “Don’t be nasty, Miss Li,” he grated. “That makes me feel bad. Besides, you like it that I’m rotten. Don’t you, you cock-sucking, pain-loving, crawling little yellow whore?”
She moaned thinly, partly from the pain and partly in reaction to his words. “Yes,” she gasped helplessly. “Yes…”
“Damn right. Now listen, teacher cunt. My roommates are gonna be away this weekend. I want you to come to my place. We’ll have a couple of days together. Come over Saturday morning around ten. Okay, teach?”
“Sean…I don’t think…listen…that’s not a good…”
Again he pinched her nipple, pulling harder on her hair. She shrieked loudly, her body twisting. Then he bent down, his hand suddenly leaving her nipple and diving under her skirt, probing roughly between her legs.
“You’re wet, teacher.” He brought his hand out and rubbed his fingers over her face, smearing some of her vaginal juices across her lips. “God, you really do love this, you twisted chink bitch. Yeah, Saturday at ten. And wear this outfit, I like it. Only wear some nice high heels with it, okay? You got that, Miss Li?”
She closed her eyes. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, Sean.”
“Okay.” He released her hair. “Now suck me off and let me get out of here.”
Which she did.
He lived in an apartment building a couple of miles from the local college. She was there at five minutes to ten. As he had stipulated, she wore the same outfit, plus high-heeled shoes, which made her legs seem more exposed than ever. She drove there, praying that she wouldn’t see anyone she knew. She took the elevator to his floor, found the apartment door and rang the bell. She was breathing a little faster than usual, and she felt shaky.
Sean opened the door and looked her up and down, grinning. “Right on time, Miss Li. Looking good there. Real sexy. I like those heels, teach.”
“Thank you,” she said absurdly. She waited for him to move aside and let her in. But he didn’t.
“What do you want, teacher?” he said.
“What? What do I–Sean, you–you told me to come here.”
“Yeah, I know. And you came. So what do you want?”
“I–I don’t know what you mean.”
“Sure you do. You want my dick. Right, teacher slut?”
“Sean…” She looked around fearfully. There was no one in the hall, but there were several other apartments on that floor.
“You want to suck my dick, right, Miss Li?”
“Sean…let me in…someone might…”
“Tell me that, teacher. Tell me you want to suck my dick.”
“Tell me!” he said in a louder voice.
“All right!” she said hastily. She glanced around again, then said, nearly whispering, “I want to suck your dick.”
“I can’t hear you, teach.”
She gave a low whimper. “I want to suck your dick,” she said in a normal tone, though her voice was shaking. “Please let me in, Seah, before someone–“
“Not yet,” Sean said. “Take your clothes off first.”
She stared at him, stricken. He just looked back at her.
“Here?” she choked out. Her knees felt weak. Again she looked around wildly. “Sean, I can’t. Not like this. What if somebody comes out, or–“
Sean closed the door in her face.
She stood there.
The door stayed closed.
Go home, she told herself. Turn around, go home, get away from this. Get
your life back.
She rang the bell.
When Sean opened the door, she took off her pullover. There were tears
in her eyes.
He held out his hand for the garment and she gave it to him. Then she took off her skirt. He took that too.
“You can leave the shoes on,” he said. “Okay, teacher. Now you can suck my cock.” He pulled down his zipper and took it out.
Her head swam. She was shaking from head to foot. With an effort she kept herself from looking around again. What was the use? There in the hallway, in front of Sean’s door, naked but for her shoes, she sank to her knees and took his cock in her mouth.
“Good teacher bitch. Now say something in Chinese. Teach me your language while you suck my dick.” Sean said.
“好吃！“ She said as she continued to suck him with tears running down her face until he pulled away.
“That’s enough for now,” he said. He stood back, swinging the door open. “Okay, teacher slut. Crawl in.”
She did so. Once inside, at his direction, she crawled down a short hall, then turned right, into his living room. There she stopped short and screamed in shock and horror.
There was another man sitting there.
Immediately, instinctively, she rolled onto her side and curled herself into a ball, hiding herself with her hands as best she could. She had recognized him at once, a student in the same class as Sean. She felt herself unable to breathe.
“What’s wrong, teach?” Sean said mockingly. She hated him at that moment more than she had ever hated anybody. “You know Jack. He’s in our class. I thought I’d invite him over, just to liven things up a little. you know? Besides, he doesn’t get much, so I figure it’s like a good deed, you know?”
“Holy shit!” Jack said. He was a skinny, pimply white guy with unkempt hair. “Jesus, you weren’t kidding! Miss Li herself! Oh Christ! Look at that!”
“Sean–” She couldn’t look at either of them. She kept herself in a tight ball, though she knew she was still partially exposed. More than that, she knew, despairingly, that she could not hide herself for long. That if this was what Sean wanted, this was how it would be. “Sean, you bastard!” she choked. “How could you do this? Don’t you see how stupid you are? Oh dear god…” The tears came again, but she bit her lip to keep herself from sobbing.
“Don’t be like that, teacher cunt,” Sean said. He was standing over her now, and he crouched down and took a handful of her hair in his fist, tugging slightly. His cock, still poking stiffly out of his fly, was above her face. He pulled her to him. “Show Jack what a good little cock-sucker you are, Miss Li,” he said, twisting her hair. “Show him how a little Chinese teacher whore eats dick.” He shoved his cock in her mouth and she took it in, whimpering. The sobs came now, but still she sucked him, egged on by his hand in her hair, and by his words, and by the utter shame and degradation that made her want to die, and yet at the same time made her feel more alive than anything else in the world. She hated Sean, and she hated herself, and she hated the wide-eyed guy who was panting and squirming as he watched her doing this, and she did it until Sean shot down her throat and she swallowed it all and Sean let her go and she fell back, crying.
“See?” she heard Sean say. “The crazy bitch will do whatever I want. She can’t get enough of it.”
“Oh my Christ!” Jack said. “Oh, goddamn, this is fantastic! I can have her too, right? You said I could have some, right?”
“Yeah,” Sean said. “Miss Li is gonna be real nice to both of us, because we are white, of course. Don’t you, Miss Li?”
“Sean…” she gasped.
“Hey, teacher, don’t stay all curled up like that,” Sean said. “Jack wants to get a good look at you. Come on, stand up and let him see.”
“Get the hell up!” Sean said, his voice harder now. “Fucking sick gook twat. Get on your fucking feet. Now!”
It was no use. He was drunk with the power he had over her, which she could do nothing about, and he would use it to the limit, even if it meant destroying the source of that power. Slowly, achingly, she straightened her body, and she heard Jack take in his breath with a hiss as more of her
nakedness was exposed. With some awkwardness, she rolled onto her knees and then got to her feet, standing nude before him.
“She’s something, isn’t she?” Sean said as Jack stared at her open-mouthed. “Okay, chinky. Tell Jack you’re going to suck his cock for him.”
She closed her eyes, then opened them again. Her throat was tight. She forced herself to take a breath, blinking away the last of her tears. “I’m—I’m going to suck your cock for you,” she quavered.
“And fuck him too, teacher,” Sean said. “Tell him you’re going to fuck him too.”
She swallowed. “And fuck you too,” she breathed.
“Yeah. In fact, he can do anything he wants with you, right, teach? Just like me. Tell him that. Go on.”
Again she took a breath. Her breasts lifted, and she saw Jack’s eyes devouring them. “You…can do anything you want with me,” she whispered.
“Damn right,” Sean said. “Now show him, you sick little Asian whore. Show him good.”
Julie Li’s eyes were glazed, and she was unaware of the little whining sound she made as she moved closer to where Jack was sitting, and as she got down on her knees and opened his trousers and took his stiffly straining cock into her mouth.
They fucked her all day long, and into the next day. They were young and resilient, and Julie Li’s sensuous Asian body, her obedience and docility, and her passion when aroused by the pain and degradation to which they subjected her, kept them stimulated and inspired. They fucked her singly and together. Many times she fucked one of them while pleasuring the other with her mouth. Jack, while not a virgin but only 19 years old, had had limited experience, and this was his introduction into the joys of ass-fucking. It was also his first experience with physically punishing an Asian woman, and he soon discovered that he enjoyed it greatly. Beating his chink teacher with a strap after having sex with her was an activity that made him ready again, time after time. It revived Julie too, although Sean had to muffle her screams, which he did by stuffing her pullover into her mouth, or else by filling it with his cock.
When they got hungry they had her cook for them, and while they ate at the table they kept her on her hands and knees, throwing scraps onto the floor for her to scarf up. To wash them down, they gave her their urine, which they had collected in a large glass. She cried as she drank it down, but she drank it all as they watched. They did this several times during the day and night, and finally, when they were all completely exhausted and it was time for Jack and Julie to leave, they put her in the bathtub and pissed on her as a parting gesture, both of them emptying their bladders all over her face and body. She begged Sean to let her take a shower after that, but he refused. She put on her
pullover and skirt and went home, dripping and stinking of piss. As she left, Sean told her that he was thinking of bringing in some of the other guys in the class next time. Maybe even all of them. “What the hell,” Sean said. “The more the merrier, right, teacher slut?”
After he had whipped her and fucked her ass and had her clean him with her mouth, he slouched back in her chair, zipping himself up. “Okay,” he said. “If this whole thing is gonna blow up, then we might as well make the most of it while it lasts, right, Miss Li?”
Julie was sitting on the floor, cradling her head in her hands. “What–what do you mean?” she whispered.
“I mean we’re gonna go all out. Tomorrow. In class. We’re gonna let it all hang out, and show everybody what a sick crazy cunt you are. That’s what I mean, teacher.”
She looked up at him. “No,” she said. She was going to say more, but tears were suddenly flowing from her eyes. It didn’t matter. Nothing she could say would do any good.
“This is gonna be a blast,” Sean said.
Julie Li functioned in a daze throughout the next day. She could think of nothing but what was going to happen that afternoon, during her last class of the day. Sean’s class. At times the thought of it made her physically ill, so that she thought she would throw up. At one point she actually did throw up, though luckily she made it to the teachers’ lavatory in time. At other times the thought of what was coming caused her heart to pound and her crotch to get wet in spite of herself, and at these times her fear and self-loathing became almost overwhelming. She could still get out of this, she knew. But she also knew she wouldn’t. She would do whatever Sean wanted her to do. She was complicit in her own ruin.
But it didn’t happen. As the students filed into her classroom for the last period, Sean came up to her desk. “I changed my mind,” he told her. “Too many girls in this damn class. I gotta do something about that. I’ll talk to you after.”
She almost fainted with the feeling of relief that flooded over her. Even though she had to acknowledge to herself that part of her also felt a twinge of disappointment. And even though she knew the reprieve would be only temporary.
Sean stayed after class, of course. “We got an appointment, teach,” he smirked at her. “With old Croft. I set it up with him. He’s waiting for us now. Let’s go.”
Julie swallowed. “Are you–you mean we’re going to–“
“Yeah, you made the deal with him, right? Well, now’s the time to follow through. I told him we’d give him a show, all right, but I wanted him to do something for me too. And he’s gonna.”
“What–what do you mean?”
“He’s gonna set it up so the girls won’t be in class tomorrow. He’ll arrange something else for them to do. I don’t know what, that’s his problem. But tomorrow this class is gonna be all guys, teacher slut. And every one of them has been dreaming about getting a taste of your Asian body all term long. It’s gonna be something to see!”
Julie thought she might be sick again.
“Let’s go, teach,” Sean said again. “We don’t want to keep the principal waiting, do we? Poor guy probably hasn’t had a hard-on for ten years, but you’re gonna give him one today, all right. Come on.”
Her legs felt wobbly as they left the classroom and walked down the hall to Dr. Croft’s office. When they got there Sean looked around at the deserted hallway and told Julie to get down on all fours. When she hesitated he drew back his fist and, without warning, punched her in the pit of her stomach.
Shocked and stunned, she crumpled to the floor, struggling to take air into her lungs. The short skirt rode up to her hips as she writhed and flailed, hands clutching her stomach, mouth wide and gasping.
“Hands and knees,” Sean said, kicking her in the side. She rolled over and, finally managing to get a breath, somehow got herself up on all fours. She was moaning and panting heavily.
“That’s how he wants to see you,” Sean said. “Like a dog. Like the gook bitch you are.” He opened the office door. “Okay, crawl in, bitch.”
Slowly, painfully, she crawled. Through the door. Into the office. Where Dr. Croft was sitting behind his desk, staring at her.
“Well, here she is,” Sean said to him. “On all fours like the bitch she is. Okay, Doc. What do you want to see first?”
The principal’s voice was a strangled croak. “I want–um–As–as I told you, Mr. Conway–I want to see you…you and she…ah…”
“Fucking,” Sean said. “Yeah, I know. But which way, Doc? Straight on? From the rear? In the ass? You want her to suck me off? Or you want to see me whip her first? Anything you say, Doc. She’ll do it all, and she’ll love it. So what do you say? You want her to strip for you?”
After her first glance at his wide-eyed, staring face, Julie could not look at the principal. She kept her eyes on the floor. But she could hear him breathing now–panting, really. The vulgar, familiar tone Sean was taking with the head of the school enraged her. It was because of her he could do that. Because of his mastery over her, and Croft’s pitiful, weak little lust. She felt tears come to her eyes, but she did her best to blink them away. As she crouched there on her hands and knees, waiting to be used.
“I–yes,” Dr. Croft said chokingly. “I would–ah–like her to…to take off…”
“The doc wants you to strip for him, teach,” Sean said. “He wants to see you naked, just to start off with. So let’s go. Get up and get those clothes off.”
When she didn’t move quickly enough, Sean reached down, tangled his fingers in her hair, and pulled sharply. She came up, moaning, and finally stood in front of the principal’s desk, swaying slightly and still looking at the floor.
“Take it off, teacher slut.”
It didn’t take long, though to her it seemed to stretch out endlessly, as in a nightmare. With trembling hands she grasped the bottom of the snug top and pulled it off over her head. Then she unclasped and unzipped the skirt and let it fall. And that was it.
She heard Dr. Croft’s gasp. And then his panting, louder than before, and quicker. “There you go,” came Sean’s voice. “That oughta give you a hard-on, Doc, right?”
“I-I want–” Croft croaked. “I want to see–I want you to–“
“Yeah, okay,” Sean said. He reached down to his fly and unzipped himself. “Bend over the desk, teach. Spread your legs.”
And she did. Just as she had done for him again and again in her own classroom. Bending over the desk so that the edge of it cut into her waist. Bending all the way down, her breasts flattening against the hard surface, her face resting on Croft’s blotter. Her hands grasping the sides of the desk. Her rear end sticking out. And with her legs spread as far apart as she could manage. She heard Sean laugh softly. She heard Croft’s loud breathing. And she heard herself moan. In fear? In shame? In anticipation? Probably all those things.
Then she felt Sean’s hands on her. And then his cock. Taking her. Pushing into her ruthlessly, like a tank. Of course she was already wet. But still she had to gasp at the brutal invasion. And then he was battering her, plunging in and out like the cold heedless bastard he was, and she was moaning continually now, her body juddering with each hard thrust. And she was crying.
She heard the sound of a zipper in front of her. She knew what it meant. Croft was taking out his penis. Sean’s treatment must be working.
Now Sean withdrew from her and she felt his hands spreading her ass
cheeks. Oh god. He was going to–
She screamed as, with no preparatioin, he plunged up her ass. Her head came up from the desk and she yelled, and through her tears she caught a glimpse of Croft, his face twisted with lust, his hand moving at his crotch.
Her head sank down again, but through her pain–and her other emotions–she heard Croft’s voice. “No,” Croft choked out. “I–Look at me, Miss Li. I-I want to–I want to see your face…”
“You heard the man,” Sean said, and then his hand was in her hair and he was pulling her head back, bringing a squall of pain from her and forcing her to look up at the small white man in front of her, who was stroking himself frenziedly. His face was red, his mouth open, his chest heaving with his labored breathing.
Sean held her that way until he came inside her. Then he released her hair and her head fell onto the blotter with a thud. Her legs felt weak, and she clutched at the sides to keep herself from sliding off, moans and whimpers coming from her mouth. She knew he wasn’t finished.
“You want to see me whip her now?” Sean asked.
“I–” Croft’s voice was a strangled gasp. “I do…yes…but I…I want her to…I want–“
“I got it.” Sean’s hands now grasped her just below the hips, and with one strong motion he lifted her lower body and pushed her forward, until she was lying across the desk with her legs sticking out on one side and her head hanging off the other. “There,” Sean said. “Now she can suck you good, Doc. Just grab her hair and twist it if she gives you any trouble. But she won’t. Right,
She made a sound. It was a wordless, throaty sound, and again it meant many things. But one of the things it meant was no. She wouldn’t give him any trouble.
Croft moved up close to her, and his small but now very stiff cock was in front of her face. She opened her mouth for him and he put it in, giving a little cry as her lips closed around him. She heard Sean’s evil chuckle as she began to suck.
Croft’s hands did grasp her hair, but he didn’t pull or twist, just held onto it as if to steady himself as she sucked and licked at his cock. She didn’t think he could last very long. Of course Sean would expect her to swallow it. And she would. Of course. Or would he…
Then she froze for an instant as she heard the sound of Sean’s belt being removed. A sound she knew well. Oh god. He was going to whip her while she…
“Don’t bite him, teach,” Sean said, raising the belt. “You be careful now, ’cause if you bite him I’m gonna whip your tits off you, you got that, teacher bitch?”
She made a sound around Croft’s cock, and then another, louder, shriller, more agonized sound as the belt came down across her backside.
“Keep sucking, baby,” Sean said.
She kept sucking. Croft was making hoarse noises with each breath now, and she sucked him harder, trying to bring him off as quickly as possible. But Sean brought the belt down again and again, across her ass and her back and her thighs, and at each blow she cried out around the cock in her mouth, desperately fighting the urge to clamp her teeth around it in her agony.
And finally Croft came, shooting strongly but meagerly into her twisting mouth. Sean told her to swallow it, but she already had. Croft staggered back and collapsed into his chair, breathing like a bellows. Sean pulled her off the desk to her knees.
“Now me,” he said.
He was hard again from whipping her, and after she had sucked him off and swallowed his jism and cleaned him off with her tongue, he asked Croft if he wanted her again, but Croft, still breathing hard, shook his head. “I can’t,” he panted. “But I…but that was…it was…”
“Yeah,” Sean said. “But that’s nothing to what you’ll see tomorrow in class. You’re gonna be there, right, Doc?”
“Yes,” Dr. Croft said. “Yes, I…I am looking forward to it.”
“Yeah, so am I,” Sean said. “And so is she. Aren’t you, you sick little chink whore?”
Julie was still on her knees, her head bowed, naked, aching and exhausted.
“Yes, Sean,” she whispered.
She couldn’t sleep that night.
If she went into that classroom tomorrow, her life was over. It was as stark and as simple as that. There were sixteen guys in that class. There was no way they could all keep it to themselves. It would be all over the school by the next day. It would be public knowledge soon after. She would be ruined. She couldn’t just run away this time, it would be too big, it would follow her. She would probably have to go back to China. Surely she would never be able to stay in America again. She might as well kill herself. She would be killing herself.
She couldn’t do it. She must not do it.
Sixteen guys. Taking her. Sixteen sex-mad, lusting white guys. Making free with her Asian body. Doing whatever they wanted with her, egged on Sean’s ruthless example. Fucking her. Hurting her. Making her crawl for them, making her suck them, degrading her, using her mercilessly, on and on and…
Oh god. She was wet. Her nipples were throbbing. Her hands went between her legs and she heard herself moaning as she played with herself, thinking about it.
No. No, she couldn’t go through with it. She wouldn’t.
She had to.
It’s crazy, she told herself. It’s stupid. It’s suicide. I can’t.
I have to.
I can’t help myself.
I can. I must.
Sixteen guys. Sean urging them on. Dr. Croft watching. Her naked Asian body spread out on the filthy floor, all the white boys…
In the morning she was still arguing with herself. And still losing.
Don’t go in, she told herself as she put on her tight top. Call in sick, stay home today. Pulling on her short skirt. You don’t have to do this.
What’s the use? she thought. If not today, it will be another day. If I go away, it will happen someplace else. I can’t help it. I have to do it.
Try. For god’s sake, try. It’s your life!
If I could stop myself…
Then she thought of the handcuffs.
She had almost forgotten them. Left behind by an old boyfriend, before she met her current husband, a Chinese American man who worked in the IT industry. That old boyfriend was a white guy who had liked to play games with her. Her kind of games. Bondage, domination. Until she found that games weren’t enough. Games weren’t real.
This was real.
No. Try. Please try.
She found them at the bottom of a drawer. The key was still in one of the tiny keyholes. She looked around. The bed. She could cuff herself to the bed, to one of the vertical rails in the headboard. So she couldn’t get loose. Couldn’t go in to school. But…
But she had to think rationally. How would she…
Oh, this was stupid. Who was she kidding? She was going to school, she was going to that last class, she had to.
Call Michael. Do something smart for once.
Hopefully he hadn’t left for work yet. She picked up the phone, started to dial. Then she hung up. She sat there holding the phone.
Then she took a long breath and punched in his number.
“Michael. Listen. I-I need you to do me a favor.”
“Sure. What’s up?”
“I-I want you to come to my house later today. After work, okay?” That would be safely past school hours. “It’s important, Michael, I’ll–I’ll explain when you get here, okay?”
“Well okay, but what’s going on, Julie?”
“I–I’m going to–I have to–” But she couldn’t explain now. “I’ll tell you later, Michael Chen. Listen, I’ll put the front door key under the flowerpot outside, so you can just come on in, okay?”
“That sounds very mysterious,” Michael said. “What about your husband Dong Li? Is he going to be there? I don’t want him to misunderstand”
“Yes, but–Oh Christ, Michael, don’t ask me now, I can’t–Just please be
sure to come around, okay?”
“I will. But Julie, are you all right? You sound–“
“I’m fine,” she said. “Thank you, Michael.” And she hung up.
Okay. She could do it now. Michael Chen would be around to release her in the evening, before her husband came back from work, and until then she could just lie there. She would be okay. And she
would be saving her life.
But what about tomorrow?
Never mind that. If she could just get through today. Stay away from that class. It might give her strength to break out of this–this thing.
Just get through today.
She tried not to think about the class as she methodically did what she had to do. First placing the door key under the flowerpot, so Michael could get in. Then taking the key to the handcuffs and, after making sure both cuffs were open, laying it carefully on a table in the bedroom. Then picking up the handcuffs and taking them to the bed. Not thinking about the class. About the white boys who would be waiting for her. About the things they would make her do. Lying down on the bed. Stretching her hands over her head, through the bars of the headboard. One hand holding the cuffs.
Do you really want to do this?
It’s the only way.
But Sean. The class. The white boys are waiting.
The only thing that saved her was the feel of the hard metal cuff as she placed it around her left wrist. There was something about it that gave her a tingle somewhere in her mind. Quickly then, she closed it around her wrist, hearing the finality of the click-click as it embraced her flesh. She closed it as tightly as she could.
It felt good. Cold. Hard. Unforgiving.
But the class. Sean. She could still–
No. Decisively, she put the free cuff around her other wrist, clicked it closed. Tightly.
Now she couldn’t get away.
She could only lie there with her arms stretched over her head. The position was not uncomfortable, but the cuffs were a little tight. Well, she had seen to that. And there was something good about that tightness, something compelling in the grip of the hard cold steel against her flesh. Experimentally she tried tugging on them, but the headboard rail was thick and solid, and the
cuffs were far too snug to let her slip out. Well, that was the plan. No matter how much she might want to, she wouldn’t be able to get to that class.
But what about tomorrow?
One day at a time, she told herself. Isn’t that what they tell people trying to break their addictions? One day at a time. If she could keep herself away today, maybe she could be strong enough to stop–
Bullshit, she thought. As Sean would say. And Sean … oh god, what would he do? He would be so angry … He would …
Suddenly, thinking of what he might do, her nipples were hard and she was moist between her legs. Oh, Jesus, she thought. It’s hopeless. I’m hopeless. What am I going to do? Again she tugged reflexively at the tight handcuffs, and their unrelenting grasp only made her hotter. She squeezed her legs together, rubbing them against each other. She could almost come, just thinking about
Sean…and the class…and all the white boys in that class …
Stop it! she told herself. Oh god, why? Why?
Lying there, she began to cry.
When she stopped crying she just lay there with her eyes closed, trying not to think. Trying not to feel what she felt. And after a while she fell asleep.
She was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. Startled, she tried to sit up, and was jerked back by the handcuffs. Oh god, she thought. Who could that be? Someone from school maybe, sent out to see why she hadn’t shown up? No, they would have called first. Probably just a salesman or something. They’ll go away when there’s no answer.
Then there was the sound of a key in the lock.
Michael Chen! It had to be. But– She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was only one-thirty. Oh Christ, why was he–
She heard the front door open, and then his voice. “Julie?”
Damn him. But there was nothing she could do about it now. “I’m in here, Michael,” she called.
His footsteps approaching the bedroom, his voice coming closer. “You sounded so damn strange on the phone I figured I’d come over on my lunch hour and see what–” He stopped, and his eyes went wide as he appeared in the doorway. “Jesus Christ! What the hell–“
“It’s all right, Michael,” she said as he rushed over to her. “I was just–“
“My god, Julie, who did this to you?” He was fumbling with the handcuffs
now, pulling at them ineffectually. “Did they–are you–“
“I’m fine, Michael, listen to me,” she said firmly. He straightened up and stared down at her, and she suddenly became conscious of how she looked. She was still wearing the skimpy outfit she had put on that morning. The tiny skirt was almost around her hips, showing all of her legs and more, and the tight pullover was stretched over her bra-less breasts by the position of her arms. She was somewhat embarrassed by her exposure, but that was the least of her worries. “Damn it, Michael, you were supposed to come after work,” she muttered.
“I couldn’t wait, I wanted to see if you were all right. What the hell is going on, Julie? Who did this?”
“I did it,” she told him. “I was trying–I wanted to–Oh Christ.”
And she told him the story. He already knew about Sean, of course, but since their first conversation about him she had kept most of the details to herself. Now she told him about the class, and what Sean had in mind for her, and how she had decided to keep herself from going in. “But Christ, what’s the use, Michael?” she said then. “I still want to go. I can’t help it, I can’t control it. If I don’t today, I will tomorrow. It’s no use, it’s hopeless. You might as well let me go right now. Just take these things off me and let me go. The key is on the table over there.”
“No, Julie,” Michael said. “For god’s sake, this is so wrong! You are cheating on your husband, you are ruining your life. Why? Look, this is good, what you did, you’re trying to fight it, to save yourself, and you can. I’ll help you. I’ll stay with you, until your husband comes back, all right? We’ll do it together.”
“Come on, Michael, that’s crap,” she said impatiently. “This thing isn’t going to go away. And I can’t stay here forever. I have a job to go to, and so do you for that matter. This was a bad idea. Just please get the key and let me go.”
“I’m not going to let you do this to yourself, Julie,” Michael Chen said firmly. “We are both Chinese. We have to look after each other. Those white boys are taking advantage of you. And that’s all there is to it. I’ll call my office and tell them I won’t be back today. And we’ll call the cops together.”
“No!” she said defiantly, and instantly regretted it. If he took the cuffs off she might be able to get out, even with him here. But if she said yes now, he would see through her. Being Asian, Michael Chen was too damn smart.
Michael sighed. “All right, then we’ll have to keep you this way. I can’t fight you physically.” He looked down at her body and kind of blushed. “Here, let’s cover you up.” He drew a blanket over her up to her chin. “Are you comfortable?” he asked then. “Can I–do you want something to eat, or–“
A plan was forming in her mind. The longer she lay there like that, the stronger was her desire–her need, her compulsion–to keep her appointment with Sean, to get to that class and whatever awaited her there. She had to. If she could get out of these cuffs…if she could get Michael to…
“What’s the matter, Michael?” she said in a softer tone. “You don’t want to look at my body? I always thought you liked it.”
“What?” Michael said.
“You do, don’t you?” Julie said. “You’ve always said you wanted me. You weren’t just saying that, were you, Michael?”
“I–What–Of course not. I am a good friend with your husband Dong.” Michael said. “I can’t possibly–“
“Then why cover me up?” Julie said. “It’s not cold in here. Take the blanket off.” When he made no move, she kicked at the blanket, pulling it down with her toes, thrashing her legs until she had kicked it off onto the floor. The effort pulled her wrists harder against the cuffs, abrading them slightly. She was panting a little, her nipples moving up and down under the tight top, and the skirt had risen even higher, exposing a bit of pubic hair. Michael reached for the blanket to put it back on her, but she said, “No!” so sharply that he stopped.
“Look at me, Michael,” she panted. “Take a good look. Or are you afraid it will excite you too much?”
“What is this, Julie?” he demanded. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think? I’m excited too, Michael. If I’m not going to go to Sean I–I need something. I need somebody. You always wanted me, Michael. Well, now’s your chance.”
Michael was deliberately not looking at her. “Come on, Julie,” he said, a little hoarsely. “I can’t disrespect your husband, I can’t take advantage of your–“
“Look at me, damn it!” Julie moaned, and when he did she arched her straining body from the bed, turning it toward him as best she could. “Please, Michael,” she said imploringly. “I want you. I need you. Please.”
Michael licked his lips. “It-it’s not me you want, Julie,” he husked. But his eyes did not leave her now. “We have to be strong, both of us. If we can–“
Deliberately she raised her knees and parted them, spreading her legs apart, letting him see what was between them. He gave a little gasp. “Come here, Michael Chen,” she whispered. “Come over here. Please.”
“No,” Michael said. But he moved toward her anyway, as if propelled by an invisible force. “Julie, god, we can’t–“
“Yes we can,” she breathed. “You said you wanted to help me, Michael. Well, you can. I’m so hot, Michael. Help me out. Take me.”
“Not like this,” Michael said. “For god’s sake, Julie. This is–“
“Kiss me, Michael,” Julie pleaded. “Just kiss me. Please. I know you love me, Michael, and I could love you too, I know I could. It’s just this sickness of mine, and you can help me with it, Michael, just like you said. Help me by loving me now. Please. Please, I’m begging you, Michael. Please love me.”
“Julie…” He sank down to sit on the side of the bed, as though his legs could no longer hold him. “I do love you, Julie,” he said hoarsely. “You know I do. But I–your husband”
“Screw him. Kiss me, Michael.” She shifted her body again, rubbing his thigh with hers. “Please kiss me.”
He made a sound in his throat as he bent to her. She raised her face to him, and their lips met.
She put everything she had into that kiss. She made it sweet and sexy at once. She pressed her lips to his with loving fervor, and she moaned against his mouth, and then her mouth opened and their breath mingled, and then her tongue poked out, tentatively at first, meeting his, and then more boldly. She ran her tongue slowly over his lips and then slid it into his mouth, probing it, and
then she withdrew it and took his tongue into her own mouth. Their tongues slid against each other, their lips nibbling, demanding, devouring, and when their mouths parted they were both breathing hard.
“Julie Li, for Christ–” Michael panted. His hands had not touched her during the kiss, but that had taken an effort, she knew. She saw that they were trembling now.
“Touch me, Michael,” she said breathelessly. “Take me. Come on. You want it, I want it. Take me. Fuck me, Michael Chen. Yes. Fuck me, damn it. Fuck this chink pussy!”
“Watch your language, miss!” he groaned. “Oh god, Christ knows I want you,, but not like this. Not…not helpless like this, and…and your hands…”
“Then let me loose,” she whispered. “Unlock the cuffs and I won’t be helpless any more. And I’ll be yours, Michael. All yours.”
He was lost. Her heart gave a great leap as he rose and went to the table to get the little key. He was going to let her loose! But he wouldn’t just let her go, she knew that. He was stronger than she was, she would have to trick him. She would have to give him what she promised first. But that was all right. She really was aroused, very aroused, from the restraint of the handcuffs, from
thinking about Sean and the class…there would still be time to get to that class, if she could only…
Michael was bending over her now, fitting the key in the hole at the base of one of the cuffs. He turned it, the cuff snapped open and one wrist was free. She didn’t wait for him to do the other one, but brought her arms down immediately, reaching for him and pulling him down on top of her. Her mouth found his again, and with one hand she reached between them and hastily pulled
down his zipper.
“Julie…Julie, god…” His hands were on her now, pushing up her top, finding her breasts. She shifted beneath him as she pulled his cock free, getting into position, arching to him, guiding him to her. “Wait, wait,” he gasped. “Let me…”
But she didn’t wait. She was very moist, and once she had him there he slid quickly inside her with a great groan. Immediately she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him to her, and began to move strongly and rhythmically, her hips pumping up and down. “Yes, Michael,” she panted in his ear. “Yes, do it, Michael, oh yes…” Squirming against his fully clothed body, tonguing his ear, kissing his face, his mouth, moving harder, clutching at him. He was gasping and moaning and she knew he wouldn’t last long. Sean, she thought. Sean… And then she was coming, crying out as her body spasmed. It took Michael over the brink, and she held onto him as he spurted inside her,
Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of her. “God, Julie, I…I’m sorry, Dong. I didn’t mean to” he panted. “I didn’t…I wanted it to be…”
“It’s all right, Michael,” she murmured. “It was good. It was fine. Really.”
“Next time will be better,” he promised. “When we can…get our clothes off and…and do it right…”
“Yes, darling,” she murmured. “We have plenty of time.” She kissed him softly. Then she said, “Oh god, Michael, I’m–I’m really thirsty. Could you–would you get me some water or something?”
“Of course,” Michael said. He got up then, hastily adjusting himself, and with a tentative smile left the room.
As soon as she heard him moving around in the kitchen, Julie leaped from the bed, swiftly pulling her top down over her breasts and smoothing out the tiny skirt as well as she could as she moved to the bedroom door. There was no time even to put on her shoes, and they would make too much noise anyway. Quickly and quietly she made her way to the front door, frantically grabbing her car keys from her purse as she passed the hall table. Then she was out the door and headed for her car at the curb. One cuff was still locked around her left wrist, the other one, which Michael Chen had unlocked, hanging from the little chain, gaping open. The key was back there, she couldn’t do anything about that now. As she got behind the wheel and started the engine, she saw Michael come out of her house. He was shouting and running for the car, but she pulled out with a squeal of rubber and drove away, going too fast for safety but leaving him behind.
She could still make it, she thought, glancing at the clock on the dashboard. If she hurried. There was just time. The last class. Would they have gotten another teacher, a substitute, when she didn’t show up that morning? God please no. But Dr. Croft had planned to attend this class, he would probably take it over. She was driving fast, and there were tears in her eyes, blurring her vision. Don’t let me have an accident, she prayed. I have to get there. Tears, why? But she knew. The handcuffs dangled from her wrist like a piece of obscene jewelry. Poor Michael.
She got to the school and parked haphazardly in a no-parking zone right in front. She didn’t bother to take her car keys, she had no place to put them anyway. Rushing into the building, the ground rough on her bare feet. Oh god, it was time, it was after time. Rushing through the halls to her classroom, she was aware of people staring at her in astonishment and shock. Gaping at her
scanty, wrinkled outfit, her bare feet, the hanging cuffs, the tears running down her face.
The classroom door was closed. She stopped outside it, panting with exertion. And with fright. And excitement.
But she didn’t open the door.
She could still save herself.
She could hear the students inside the room. Loud voices, talking, shouting, arguing. Masculine voices.
Then she heard Sean’s voice above the others. “She’ll be here, I’m telling you!” he was saying. “She’ll be here any minute, I know she will! She can’t stay away. The fucking chink bitch does everything I tell her! She’ll be crawling for all of us. So just settle down, you guys, this is gonna be a ball!”
Julie heard herself whimpering.
No, she thought. I can still go. I don’t have to do this. Just turn around and leave. Go back to China. Start over.
But she couldn’t move.
Bowing her head as if in defeat, she caught sight of the handcuffs again, one clutching her wrist, one hanging open. Slowly then, she moved both her hands behind her. Holding the open cuff with her left hand, she put her right wrist into it, then pushed it closed. All the way, as tightly as she
could. So that her arms were fastened behind her back.
She had to turn halfway around before she could get hold of the doorknob and turn it with one cuffed hand.
Then she opened the door and went in.
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This story is sheer perfection … the ending creates everything for the imagination but disappointing to not have author’s telling of the next explosive scene … waiting for that !