Listening to Lucy talk about her experiences, Sarah was forced to admit her friend had been right. This teacher WAS a refined, subtle pervert, on top of being one of the school's star professors. It left Lucy in a state of confusion/admiration/hatred toward him, the perfect combination to make her obsessed. Lucy didn't even realize she was often defending him in front of Sarah and Leena, and believed less and less that she had been sexually assaulted.
It was in line with what Sarah had imagined would happen. The only problem was that the financial pressure on the girl was fading. Lucy already had put online the wedge slippers and 2 pieces of lingerie. Once sold, she would earn at least $500. Combined with what she made camming, she would have enough to pay for this month's rent and a good chunk of the next. And she was sure it wouldn't be the end of the professor's gifts toward her tenant.
Still, listening to how she was begging Leena right now, Sarah thought Lucy might have to spent her money sooner rather than later.
 
"Please Leena...
-I can give you a little of my stash, but you'll have to buy your own soon Lucy."
 
They were talking about drugs of course.
 
"I will.
-I'll ask my dealer to get in touch with you, ok?"
 
Lucy nodded. She knew it was a big step, but it was necessary. She couldn't leech off her friend forever.
 
It was noon. The three girls were sitting in Sarah's kitchen. Lucy had come back from school. She was supposed to meet her teacher again tonight, so Leena had swung back to the apartment to give her some courage in the form of pills. Sarah found Lucy perfectly pathetic, begging for drug to go see the man that sexually assaulted her and rejecting every piece of advice she was given.
 
"At the very least, record him with your phone. Try to get him to admit what he's doing to you," advised Leena. Sarah backed her up, insisting on the idea.
 
"I'll try.", answered Lucy.
 
She had ambivalent feelings about her teacher. She didn't believe she was going to get raped. She thought she could use him financially and to get better grades.  She still hated him, she still wanted to take revenge on him, but somewhere far in the future, once he had fulfilled his purpose.
 
The lunch was good, the three girls closer than ever, brought together by the current drama in Lucy's life. She was so grateful for the girls for coming to pick her up last night, and a bit ashamed because she felt she had made them waste their time. They worried she was in danger, but instead her teacher was pampering her, buying her gifts.
 
After eating, Lucy wore her black sandals. Sarah looked at them on her feet. They were of high quality but still... with the T-shaped strap and platform, they kinda looked like stripper heels, she thought. Today, the student had opted for the denim shorts, and wore a simple white t-shirt on top.
She didn't look distraught in the slightest. Why would she be? Her financial troubles were easing, her grades up, and she had the one of the top teachers of her school simping for her. Sure, he was a bit of a pervert, but all men are, aren't they.
As she left for her business school, her clothes and general vibe really made her look like a happy, ditzy student. She was well on her way to becoming the vacant slut Sarah wanted.
 
Leena eyed her go out appreciatively and turned toward Sarah with a smile:
"She's changing fast, isn't she?"
"Yes, she's coming along well.", Sarah answered.
 
The Asian girl's eyes lit up with a naughty glare:
"Do you think her teacher only touched her? Did they fuck already? Is she lying to us?"
 
Sarah shrugged. The Asian girl couldn't keep her head out of the gutter.
"I don't think so. Also, I mean, he's over fifty, maybe he can't get it up."
 
They both laughed.
 
It wasn't so hard for Lucy to go out dressed like that anymore. She didn't really enjoy it, she squirmed under the old bus driver's gaze toward her legs, and felt a bit annoyed by the way the male students ogle her, but she could endure it. Her reputation was already in shambles anyway, especially with other girls. So playing the hot girl was kind of an upgrade, better than being the weird student. She noticed a lot of boys were nicer to her, smiling, keeping doors open or making small talk.
 
At 7PM, she was standing in her teacher's office again. She just had took one of the white pills again and could already feel it calming her nerves.
Her phone was in her bag, audio recording, just in case. Whatever she could record wouldn't be definitive proof of anything, especially in the days of AI where it was easy to clone a voice, but may become an element that could help argue in her favor if she ever decided to fight Kessler back.
Right now, she wasn't.
 
"Show me what I bought you", he ordered.
She knew what he meant, but it would've been a better proof if he could have said "remove your top".
 
"What do you want?", she pushed back, hoping to catch some incriminating words from him.
"You know what I want.
-You want me to remove my top?"
 
He didn't even answer and she realized she had just given him more ammunition against herself. For sure, he now had a video of her asking "do you want me to remove my top?", from one of his camera she suspected was hidden in his office. The plan wasn't going great.
She slid her t-shirt off, moving her arm above her head, unveiling her bra. He had bought her the green set, but also a black, a pink and a red set, all lacy and half transparent. She was wearing the red one. The black one had been put on for sale.
From behind the desk, she could feel him looking at her flat chest. That was the the first time he had seen it in person, she thought. She was suddenly ashamed of it. Why was she so small?
 
He asked: "Did you ever consider breast augmentation?"
"YES!" she blurted out, a lot louder and with more conviction than she would have liked.
He nodded. "That can be arranged. I like to modify my sluts."
 
Her heart suddenly beat faster, excited at the prospect. Was he really going to pay for a boob job? Ten thousand dollars?  A faint tingle of happiness and hope ran through her. She tried to calm down.
 
"Would you like that?", he asked
"I don't know...", she answered, trying to get control of herself. This older guy, forcing her to get breast implants was one thing. It wouldn't be her fault. But her, asking for it, was another thing.
 
"Tonight, I want you to answer all my questions honestly. Is that clear?", he said.
"Yes.", she answered, trembling a little. She had no choice. She focused on him.
"I'll ask again. Answer honestly. Do you want me to buy you bigger breasts?"
 
Well. When he put it that way, she thought.
And besides, she had to tell the truth! And she was really lacking in that department! She needed it! And when would she get another chance like that?! And maybe he'd like her better with bigger breasts! But, won't she look like a freak? No, even the 400cc was smaller than the socks she wore now!
In less than one second, those multiple reasons cascaded simultaneously in her head, all converging into a single word:
"Yes."
 
"Good girl.", he said, satisfied. "We will arrange that. Now please continue what you were doing."
 
She removed her denim shorts, sliding the rough fabric down against her skin and left the garment at her ankles.
 
"Very nice", he said approvingly. The gym sessions with Sarah were starting to paid off and her glutes were finally coming in. She was still slender, but slightly fitter, tighter, her muscles emphasized by the dim office light.
 
"Now tell me. Why are you here, in lingerie, in your teacher's office?"

 

"Because... I'm a slut.", she answered with almost no hesitation.
 
"Very good", he said. "Let's dive into that."
 
She shivered, apprehensive about what could come next.
 
"Are you a virgin, Lucy?"
"N-no.", she answered. She wondered if it was the right answer. Maybe he would really think she was a slut? But she shouldn't lie. And he already thought she was one anyway, didn't he?
 
"I would have guessed. How many partners did you have?", he probed.
 
"O-one."
 
"Only one? Mmm. How many boys did you date?"
 
She really had to think about that one. There's been one... two... three maybe? But she only had sex with the last.
 
"Three?", she answered hesitantly.
 
"That can't be right, for a slut like you.", he countered back. The words felt like a cold physical blade in her heart. "I'll try to rephrase the question. How many different cocks did you see?"
 
Now THIS was a different question, she thought. Because she did see a lot of cocks watching porn and more importantly when camming. But he couldn't know that. Could he?
 
"O-one."
 
"Oh really.", he said, surprised. "Did you ever give a blowjob?"
 
"N-no.", she answered. That was the truth. Her ex-boyfriend never managed to make her cross that line.
 
"And what about pornography? Did you do more than those 6 sets?", he asked.
 
Well, she had been camming, but how would he know about that, she thought.
 
"I didn't.", she lied. His eyes widened in pure disbelief. Instantly, she knew he knew.
 
"Oh Lucy", he said, getting up. "I told you not to lie, didn't I?"
 
She was trembling with fear now, still standing in the middle of the room in her lingerie, her shorts down on her high heeled sandals.
 
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry...", she whimpered. As he approached her, he was holding his phone, showing her naughtystudent001 profile.
 
"What about that?", he asked.
 
"I-I don't know.", she lied again. She HAD been masked, she thought, there was no way he could identify her.
 
"Mmm. Let's check then." He slid his finger on the screen, opening a picture of Lucy took during a 1-on-1 chat. She recognized with horror where it was from. Slowly, silently, she started to cry. It was from the two sessions she had with the weird client: the one who paid her to hold impossible poses and never once turned his own camera on. Those shows had been private. Nobody could have captured that. Except the client. Kessler. Kessler had been this client all along!
 
He moved around her and examined her body as he was talking: "We can clearly see the model has a mole here... just like you... and two small ones here... that you also have... a little scar there... that matches this one on your elbow."
 
"I'm... sorry..." she repeated.
 
"Did you work as a camgirl Lucy?"
 
"YES!", she bawled.
 
"So you should stop lying. Tell me the truth. How many cocks did you see?"
 
Her mind raced, trying to count how many guys showed their members in private. Two dozen, maybe?
 
"A-around twenty..."
 
"Ha! The truth is trickling. How many boys did you sleep with?"
 
"ONE!" she insisted, almost screaming. With a loud slap, his hand landed on her cheek, leaving it burning red. The shock was so violent it made her stop crying.
 
"DON'T LIE!"
 
She realized she had to lie to satisfy him.
 
"Ten! Ten!"
 
"What a nice round number. I still think you're lying.", he said, raising his hand.
 
"Fifty!" The hand were moving up again. "Hundred! More than a hundred!", she said, raising her arm to protect her face.
 
Kessler lowered his hand.
 
"This is already a lot more believable for a slut like you. So you're only, what, twenty years old and you've already slept with more than a hundred guys?"
 
"Yes! Yes!", she confirmed, nodding frantically.
 
"Well. I know body count is very important for your generation. You shouldn't lie about it. So, from now on, if anyone asks you your body count, what would you say?"
 
"More than a hundred.", she answered, defeated. It was their new shared reality now, a reality where she slept with more than one hundred people. Where she was a huge slut. But, she thought, nobody would ever ask her this kind of question, really, so, it was like a little fantasy between them.
 
"So many you can't even count them anymore uh?", he snickered, before continuing: "Very good. Does my slut want her reward now? Does she want me to touch her?"
 
Lucy hesitated. Did she want that again?
 
"Remove your shorts and your shoes and come here.", he said, getting behind his desk again.
 
Obeying was simpler than deciding, so she unbuckled her shoes and slid off her denim shorts. Her bare feet brushing against the carpeted floor, she felt even smaller moving next to him. She bent over the desk submissively, heart beating fast, ready for the spanking or the groping that surely would be coming next. But he had something else in mind first.
 
His hand rubbed against her ass cheeks covered by the red transparent panties.
 
"First, we need to know why you didn't tell me the truth at first. There are only two possibilities when a student is spewing nonsense. Do you know what they are?"
 
She shook her head no. What possibilities? Was it because she didn't want him to blackmail her further? Or because she tried to protect her reputation?
 
"Either he's a liar or an idiot", he explained.
She gulped. 
 
"Which is it Lucy? Are you a liar or an idiot?", he asked, still rubbing her ass.
 
She guessed saying she was an idiot would spare her a spanking, however... it wasn't true. She decided to tell the truth.
 
"I...I lied." She braced for a smack. It didn't come.
 
Instead, her teacher continued: "Very good. But it doesn't make a big difference, right? Because... was lying the smart thing to do?"
 
She shook her heard.
 
"So, actually, in both cases, you're not very smart. Right?"
 
She nodded.
 
"You're a dumb girl who needs to seduce her teacher to get good grades, aren't you?"
 
She nodded again. But he didn't like that and repeated: "Aren't you?"
 
"Yes!" she answered quickly.
 
"Yes what?"
 
"Yes, I'm... an idiot.", she admitted.
 
"What are you?"
 
"An idiot... slut.", she said, remembering what he liked to hear.
 
But that still wasn't what he wanted.
"Yes. You know, I really like the way you talk on stream. Can you do that here?"
 
She couldn't. She was paralyzed by fear.
 
"Give me a giggle."
 
She tried. A breathy, weird half laugh escaped her lips. It wasn't easy in this position over the desk.
 
"That's it. Again?"
 
It was easier this time. She did it again, better.
 
"Good girl. Let's try again. Don't lie. Use the correct voice. How many partners did you have?"
 
Her mental switch clicked on. A familiar fake smile appeared on her lips and she giggled again. She remembered Sarah typing to her "filler!!!" in her chat.
 
"Like, I dunno, over, like, one hundred?", she stated as girly and brainless as she could. To her surprise, it flowed naturally out of her.
 
"Very good girl. And can you tell me what you are?"
 
"I'm, like, your slut!", she said, now fully in character. He stroked her ass cheek again, the caress genuinely felt like a reward this time.
 
"You are", he confirmed, "but we just established you were more than that."
 
"Like...", she started, "...I'm like...."
 
She wondered what did he want. She tried to think: she was his slut, and she was also... ah! She got it.
 
"I'm like... your stupid slut?"
 
"Perfect!", he said, putting his strong hand against her back. She was bracing for it, ready to be touched, to be slapped, fondled, abused... but he wasn't finished: "And what am I?"
 
She genuinely didn't know what he wanted to hear. So, she just giggled, her face almost touching his desk, her ass in red panties pushed toward him.
 
"What am I?", he asked again.
 
"Like, I don't knooow...", she said in a whining voice.
 
He bent toward her and said in a raspy voice: "I'm your Daddy."
Ah, she thought, that was the game he wanted to play.
 
He straightened up and asked: "Does my stupid little slut wants to be touched?"
 
Very obediently, she answered: "Yes, daddy."
 
His finger brushed against her swollen pussy. She discovered her body had betrayed her again, the fabric of the lingerie clearly wet.
 
"Then she should ask properly."
 
"Please daddy, touch your stupid little slut."
 
And he did. His expert fingers kneaded her tender flesh, as she squirmed and squealed with pleasure, each stroke sending a jolt that coursed delightfully through her whole body.
 
"Do you want me to remove your panties?", he asked, teasing her lightly.
 
"Yes, yes!"
 
"Ask properly."
 
"Like", she said, using her filler word first to get more easily into character, "can you like, remove my panties daddy?"
 
"Of course I can.", he said, slipping the garment down her small ass.
 
He resumed touching her. The direct contact on the flesh was making her crazy. Then he stopped quickly. She moaned in protest.
 
"Why, like, why did you stop daddy?"
 
"Get on the desk."
 
Holding her shoulder, he made her face him. For a second, she was ready to kiss him, but he pushed her against the wood instead, making her sit on it. In this position, her legs open, he had better access to her clit. He climbed onto the desk beside her and kissed her.
She kissed him back with genuine passion. It was raw, passionate, their tongue dancing as his hand was rubbing her snatch, each stroke on her sensitive nub sending her higher and higher deeper into pleasure. His other hand was playing with her nipple, the bra pushed away from her chest. He was talented, he knew how to listen to his partner's reactions, keep a steady rhythm, and amplify it at the end, when the pleasure was too strong to bear. Lucy came violently, writhing, flailing on the desk as she screamed without even realizing it. The pill. Must be the pill, she thought confusingly.
 
"Good girl", said Kessler. She stayed on the desk, floating in the orgasm afterglow, as he opened a drawer.
 
"Get on your knees," he ordered, pulling her down. She complied and saw that he had placed a gigantic plastic dildo with a suction cup on a hard folder resting in the open drawer. The setup looked practiced, like he'd often done this before.
 
"Show me how you suck cock", he instructed. She knelt over the toy and gave it a tentative lick. She didn't understand why he didn't want her to suck his own cock, but she was glad about it.
 
"Go deeper. Deeper.", he pressed her.
 
She couldn't. The toy was really big, making her jaw hurt.
 
"Touch yourself as you suck.", he ordered.
 
She couldn't do it either. It was hard to focus on sucking and touching herself at the same time. Her hands and her head refused to coordinate.
 
"Well, you'll have to practice.", he stated. "Take the dildo off. In your other hand. That's it. Just continue sucking on it. Now stand here."
 
He sat back on the chair and fired up his computer. She was naked next to him, save for the pushed-aside red bra exposing her nipples.
 
"These are your grades.", he said, showing her very mediocre scores "You've been a good girl tonight. You deserve better."
 
She watched him enter a new score into the computer, as she was still idly licking the fake phallus. The high number that appeared filled her with the same satisfaction that used to come after months of studying. She was proud of what she got.