Blackmail Teacher Novels & Stories

But then, a trench forms between her brows the very instant she sees me pulling one of her teachers. “Mr. Blacksmith?” She hoots, shuffling her gaze between me and then Mr. Blacksmith. My breath is harsh as I speak. “I want him fired on sexual assault.” “Oh, fuck!” He cusses, shoving his hand through his hair. “Sexual assault?” She asks no one in particular. Narrowing her grey eyes, she turns to Mr. Blacksmith and throws her question. “What have you done, Mr. Blacksmith?” The man starts turning a shade of red. He knows he messed up and this will cost him his job. Good for him. Next time he should think with his brain and not his dick before he acts.

Because I'm sure that a simple teacher wouldn't get that kind of money. - You gave it to me, you opened an account without limitations so that I could make the corresponding withdrawals. - Of course not, but even though those accounts have no limits, I control them, and the balance you have been spending is higher than the one you took out, so that made me doubt, as it also made me doubt a lot of other situations, for example, when you deactivated all my digital tracking of you, as well as the fact that you were not in Bella Vista when I arrived. I think you are an excellent delinquent, but you have passions that you have to get out of your life, because they distract you and that way you ar

She found out that she was a promiscuous bitch who slept around and even slept with teachers for good grades. Alex kept the secrets about the teachers so as to blackmail them privately to let them know that someone else knows and has the evidence. She, however, published the photos of that popular bella with other men in compromising situations and sent videos to the s lchool's website. Within one morning, her boyfriend had broken up with her after finding out that she had lied about Xavier and was a promiscuous biatch. She also lost the popularity she had garnered in school and all her friends left her.

“You’re the one who should be in trouble. You’re supposed to be my lecturer, not some creep trying to blackmail students with grades.” He chuckled. Actually chuckled. The sound was deep and rich and made my stomach flip in a way I hated. “Blackmail is such an ugly word,” he said. He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “I prefer to think of it as an opportunity. You need this grade to keep your scholarship. I need something too.” My face burned. “You’re disgusting.” “Am I?” He stood up slowly. He towered over me. “Then why are your nipples hard right now, Miss Adeyemi?”

“He doesn’t have to be. Just say he told you something deep and heartfelt before leaving and you were reflecting on it when Ms Helene came at you with the detention threat.” I tilted my head. “You want me to emotionally blackmail a teacher with my dad’s Delta Airlines itinerary?” “Yes,” she said proudly. “And I’d do it again.” I gave her a slow, skeptical stare. She stared back, eyes twinkling with chaotic genius. “…This just might work,” I muttered. “Of course it will. You forget, I come from a family that sells herbal slimming tea none of us have ever used. We thrive on convincing lies.” I stood up. “All right. Let’s go commit some light emotional fraud.”

Immediately, the Senior worker heard what Camela said, he opened his eyes that were tight shut and breathed out an air of relief. He stabled himself, but there was still some fear on his face. Since she wasn't going to kill him, he had one idea and was assured it was going to bring him more money. The Senior worker was a greedy man, and he would do anything as long as it involves money. Now, he had it in mind to expose Camela to the media and the thought of him getting more money as a result of that, overwhelmed his fears. The Senior worker smirked and relaxed himself. He had no reason to fear anymore and now, he was actually calculating on the things he planned to do with the money that was

“You deserve better. You deserve a total hunk… If the new teach wasn’t… well, a teacher, I would totally tell you to go for it.” I could never, I told myself on a sigh. Jake wasn’t half as handsome and had betrayed me. Mr Blackwood, albeit a no-nonsense kind of teacher, might just be one of those players who had vowed never to settle. After all, how else could someone explain the fact that he didn’t bear a mark? Could it be that he didn’t find his mate? A part of me argued. “Don’t even joke about it,” I told Billy in earnest. “He’s a teacher, and I am a student. And we could get into so much trouble.”

"How can you do this to yourself? I don't want to hear any of this. If you don't tell me what's going on, I'll report everything to the school board." Not bearing to see her like this, I turned on my phone to record her, my voice firm as I threatened to expose everything. Tiffany's breathing became heavier, and tears streamed down her face. "You're just like him. Threatening people is all you're good at!" I watched her silently. The message was clear—something had been going on behind the scenes. Tiffany had been blackmailed! After about twenty minutes, Tiffany had regained her composure and sat on the bed.

Xander's brows furrowed at such bitterness in her voice. The thing he hated most was disrespect! "I don't give a flying fuck about it!" He hissed and she stopped breathing. He cussed. Which sort of a teacher was he? "I'll complain about you to the cops." She threatened him only to make his jaw harden. "You wanted to complain to the authorities and look where you are with your scholarship at risk." He mused. Emma felt sick in the stomach. Her chin quivered. This was pure blackmailing. How could he do this?

Blackmail! Intro: Jennie comes from a prudish and strict family, rich but prudish and her family are quite concerned about the kind of image they protrayed outside. Jennie just wanted a small escape in the confines of her house, going topless but instead gets caught by her annoying classmate and bully William who takes a video of her to blackmail her. Jennie's P.O.V. It was a usual Saturday afternoon, my mother was out and I was all alone the afternoon was sticky and heavy with humidity, so I decided to hang out in the backyard to cool myself off.