Free Liquid Fire by Matt Stuart

girls could play both ways and I didn’t mind that much. Hopefully, Mandy knew how to eat well because I would be sitting on that sexy face of hers while she got fucked.
    If I wasn’t teaching I would have started fucking myself then and there. I couldn’t believe how wet these thoughts about two of my students made me. I’d definitely have to get them both in a double detention. Fucking Sam at school would be a crazy and risky move, but with another girl as well… I wanted them both.
    “Afternoon class, now you may be wondering who this wonderful lady is here beside me. I’ll let her introduce herself,” I smiled at Mandy taking a step back.
    “Hello , everyone,” said Mandy. I briefly closed my eyes. Even her voice shouted pure sex at me. “I’m Mandy, and I’ve been put into this class because my teacher believes I can handle the work. Down in Sydney  I’d be doing this kind of work. I got kept down because of the transfer.”
    Nobody clapped but she was instantly waved at by the popular group up the back of the room and Mandy went to join them insta ntly seeming happy. The only chair free was the one directly in front of Sam. I tried not to glare when she sat down; I saw her curvy ass register in his eye line. He was lucky I had my mind on the job.
    “Right, who has their essays to hand in? For anyone that doesn’t it’s a ten percent deduction for everyday it is late as well as a detention after you’ve handed it in,” I snapped.
    In an ordered hurried to get to me each student in the class except for Mandy placed their essay on my desk in a relatively neat pile. I wasn’t a Nazi when it came to these types of things so I didn’t mind. Counting them all I carefully placed them into each bag and I had received twenty six. I hoped the quality would be up to Sam’s standard.
    “Ok that’s great; I’ve got everyone’s in. I’ll try to have them back to you by next Friday.” When I said next Friday I meant the middle of the week, that way they were all happy. And my seniors were the most important out of any class I taught. They all sat down again before I continued. “Who watches NCIS or Law and Order here?” At least three quarters of the class raised their hands. “Good and who knows anything about justice works?”
    “My dad’s a lawyer,” Mandy called out from the back.
    “You mean a wanker that sits around on his ass all day and does nothing except keep criminals out of jail,” Sam grunted.
    “How dare you call my dad a wanker!” shouted Mandy.
    “Enough!” I yelled above both of them. My plan was working just as I had expected. “Detention for both of you, in my office at three this afternoon!”
    “But , Miss!” rang out across the room.
    “Shut up or I’ll make it double!” I threatened. The pair of them quieted down. “Students , you see here a prime example of how the law can infuriate different people, depending on how it has been portrayed to those different people. Now some experiences are through the media, like I assume Sam’s experiences have been, while Mandy’s are more personal through her father. Next term’s topic will be the media and how it changes perceptions. I was just using the law as an example. Let’s get stuck into it.”
    I walked around handing out the first required reading for unit, not saying a word to either Mandy or Sam.  I knew Sam would be furious with me and that’s what I was counting on. We’d made the plans for this afternoon, but instead he’d be stuck in my office with Mandy as well.
    The class read through the paper in silence, their eyes fluttering back and forth over the printed words. We had a short discussion on the piece and how the media portrayed police just before the bell rang.
    “Sam, Mandy , a word please,” I called out to both of them. The class filed out until it was just the three of us alone. “What happened today?”
    “Nothing, I just hate lawyers since they’ve done nothing to help with Kate’s murder