Blackmail Teacher Novels & Stories

"It was her. She paid us to kidnap that dance teacher." All three men pointed at Belinda in unison. They didn't even give her a chance to defend herself. Belinda shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't know you!" "But we know you." Seeing Belinda deny everything, the men continued, "We secretly recorded a video of you back then, planning to use it for blackmail later." That video was now in the hands of the secretary. Belinda was instantly shocked. Faced with the evidence, she couldn't deny it. "Wayne, listen to me..."

I… I think I am being blackmailed. His curiosity was now piqued. Blackmailed? By whom? Ethan rubbed the back of his neck as if loath to elaborate on those two words. “My secretary, Claire, and a hacker named Ryan. They've been trying to blackmail me, Rafael. They said if I didn't comply, they'd expose me.” Rafael's face fell at that. Expose you for what?

“Then you let it go far enough. A kiss. His hand on your waist. Maybe lower. Just enough to get clear footage. The second it crosses the line you want, you pull back. Scream if you have to. ‘I’m not interested. Stop.’ Then you show him the camera feed on your phone. Tell him you recorded everything. That you’re done playing games. That unless he changes the F to at least a B, or better, an A, you’ll make sure the whole department, his fiancée, the dean, and everyone see exactly what kind of man he is.” My stomach flipped. “Blackmail.” “Survival,” she corrected. “He started this when he failed you out of spite. We’re just finishing it.” I stared at the ceiling, the plan looping in my mind lik

And frankly, you look exhausted. "I've just been tired— "Lydia." His tone was soft. "I've been teaching for twenty years. I know when a student is struggling. What's going on?" Everything. Nothing. A secret relationship with my teacher that's destroying me from the inside out. An investigation that can ruin both our lives. A psychotic girl who wants to take everything from me. "Just personal stuff," I said. "I'm handling it." "Are you? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're drowning."

Chapter 14 - I want to become a YouTuber. ~~~ Blackmailer- 'I was feeling a little off today, but then you turned me on. ;);)' I chuckled ignoring the questioning looks from Eva and Simone. 'I was feeling great until your text showed up.' I quickly glanced at our Literature teacher who was sitting on the chair, correcting some papers. She had given us a chapter to read and make notes on it but no one seemed to be interested in doing it. All were chatting, playing phone games, or throwing paper planes at each other. Kids these days!

A music teacher had committed suicide in there by driving a silver stake through her heart, around the 1800s. I shut the door behind me and then email a backup of the files to my computer and to Wilma, just in case. Coercing a deal out of the boys with the proof I have will be easy peasy, but one can never be too cautious. I text Abraham, Luke, and Garret the files concerning each party, along with a kissy face and the message; ‘Freshman math classroom. Five minutes.’ And then I sit cross-legged on the teacher’s desk and wait.

Say yes. ''Who are you texting?'' Kenna asked me, standing right behind me. I quickly locked my phone and threw it back in my bag. ''Nobody.'' Was my answer, that she was never gonna believe. I turned around to face her and found her staring at me with raised eyebrows. ''What's going on?'' She asked me with a serious tone. I looked at her, not knowing what to say. ''You're not texting... a teacher, right?'' She softly asked. My eyes widened. ''C'mon Tris, I saw you guys at the club. He was all over you. Did you guys have sex?'' She asked. ''No! We did not. I promise.'' I replied. She looked at me like she didn't believe me. ''Did you kiss then?'' She asked me while we heard the whistle outsi

Because I am married to you, I am now considered to be a member of the family legally. “Without marriage, there won't be any deal.” Anna forced down the ball of dread that had formed in the back of her throat. She mumbled to herself, "But that's the same thing as blackmail..." She gave a little shake of the head to try to clear her mind while her eyes searched his face, looking for any indication that this was all just a really horrible joke.

The video played from the start again and I didn’t bother to stop it. Brent sent another text. “That’s a video of your gf, innit? Be a good girl and come. No panties. Put a vibe in. Unless, this goes straight to the school’s platform.” Blackmail! Straight up blackmail. And the worst part? My clit throbbed harder at the threat. Fuck, what did Lori get us into? “Fine,” I typed back, fingers shaking. “Good girl **devil emoji**” Another video dropped instantly. “Here you go, hungry slut. Bet you’re wet from your gf’s video.”

“STRATEGY?!” “Keep it down,” I warn. “Why are we keeping it down?!” Star whisper-yells. “The only reason to keep it down is because this is insane!” “You all know how he operates,” I say. “He’s not going to stop being a jerk because a teacher tells him to. He’s not going to suddenly grow a conscience. But he will stop if someone has something over him.” “And you think you’re the best man for that job?” “Yes.” Star covers her face. “You’re literally talking about blackmail.”