Blackmail Teacher Novels & Stories

*Shelby* The next day at my internship went so slowly as I waited for the clock to strike 5:00. As I sorted through countless files, all I could think about was the story the blackmailer was threatening to leak. It was a lie about how Todd and I had stolen the answers to multiple tests back when we were at NYU. The blackmailer claimed that Todd had approached him with the story explaining that I made him break into the professors’ offices to steal the test answers to make sure I passed all my classes. He did it because we were dating, and I threatened to leave him if he didn't help me.

"Even though it's consensual, you know how much trouble she would be in if anyone ever found out," she continued. She shook her head. "It wouldn't just cost her this job, Billy, she would lose her career. No school would ever hire a teacher who has sex with her students--even if you are eighteen." I swallowed and nodded again, but her eyes widened and her hand stopped in the middle of my shaft. "It is consensual, isn't it?" she asked. "You both want it, right? She's not blackmailing you into--"

Jolted to my feet, I gazed dazedly at him. “ Is this some kind of blackmail?” He scoffed, lips tilted on the side. “ Is it?" He quizzed with a lopsided grin. " Blackmail...Oh, that is such a strong word, sergeant Moraine…oh, should I say Professor Moraine?” I gaped at him, bereft of words. Who would imagine that it would come to this? Now, I have to tell Adam when he returns. Choosing to come clean to my husband before hitting the divorce right on his desk wasn't in my bucket list. But with Luthor across me, eyes lingering over my burst, the truth may be my only saving grace.

His eyes studied my face, and his voice went low, “You don’t look great. What is it?” My voice shook, as I raised my phone up to eye level. “T-there’s a sex tape of us out there.” My entire body shivered with emotion as I said the next words, “A-and I’m being blackmailed with it.” Heavy silence echoed in the elevator after the word bombs dropped from my mouth. A moment later, his eyes narrowed and his voice went dangerously gruff. “What?”

Emily was well aware of Kate’s isolated life and always found ways to cheer her up. Kate laid on the bed on her stomach and raised herself on her elbows before replying ‘I’m doing fine...how is everyone at the class by the way?’ She hit the sent button but her chin wobbled at the thought of what she really had to say. I’m being blackmailed by my father’s friend and he took my virginity. I don’t even know what freedom is; Trapped inside all these walls...sometimes I feel nothing but numbness. I’m not alone but I feel lonely. I don’t remember doing anything terrible enough to suffer such a fate. If you can...if someone can...then please help me...

If someone had told Lucas that he’d be in the situation he was in, he’d probably knee the person in the balls and then punch him in the guts just to feel better. It wasn’t just the threat—he’d faced plenty since his rise to power, and this wouldn’t be the last. But this one was different, far more effective. Especially coming from her lips. Mia Roseford, his Mia, even if she was hell-bent on ignoring it. Her eyes widened in fear as she waited for the condition he would set. He was beyond hurt. He would have given it to her if she approached him politely. Instead, she had turned to blackmail. Was that really what he was worth to her?

It's as if the shimmer is an unspoken challenge daring me to learn if he lives up to my fantasies and his reputation. I clear my throat. "Mr. Willis." He doesn't correct me, and since he called me Miss Jones, I surmise we are being professional for the sake of the others in the office. Of course, I've told Shana all about the deal I proposed to Duncan; however, I didn't tell any of my coworkers. It hardly seemed appropriate lunchroom talk. "So guess what I did today? Wrong. I blackmailed Mr. Willis into being my plus-one for a wedding in a podunk town in Indiana. Nope. Really. Well, he agreed because I caught him in a compromising situation that I didn't report. Oh, and we'll be sharing a be

“Aright, then give me all the photos. If I discover that you have copies of them, I’ll use another 150,000 dollars to hire some men to kill you. Do believe me when I say this. I’ll keep my word.” The principal felt shivers run down his spine instantly. This was not even a matter of sincerity—it was blackmail! Without a second word, he turned on his computer and sent all the photos to Javier’s inbox before pulling out a thumb drive, accessing the hidden folder inside, and passing said thumb drive to Javier as well. “No more. I’m being honest. I don’t have any other photos left…” The principal made various promises, and Javier did not reply much, merely leaving him with two messages.

"I hope it helps both of us stop wasting time" "No, you know the price tag had just gone up. Now I'll be asking for half a milli. You can afford it by selling jewelry alone but I'm just asking myself how much George will pay when you go missing" Now that was part of the test that Tom didn't help her steal, or maybe the teachers realized the test leaked and changed a few questions. Fear struck her when he showed her a gun too. Reality sank in, she had just helped a blackmailer add more crime to his CV, kidnap her. She looked around for any street beggars there was none, she was on her own, tears were knocking on her face a poke away the floodgates were going to open.

“That is hot. Every time you look at it you will remember how I sounded. And those marks…. Honestly Aiden I want to do more, I actually can do worse. Cover you with my own mess so you cannot hide it.” I zipped my bag, face burning. “For the nth time let me spell it out to you. We are nothing Eric. Just student and teacher. You do not get to be jealous. Nothing can ever happen between us for real. You cannot mark me, or worse fuck me, stop getting delusional, This blackmail is bad enough without your dirty talk.” “And for the nth time something already happened,” he said, stepping closer while I backed to the door. “Your hand was all over me. You kept stroking even when you yelled. Admit it f