The Math Teacher

By Joseph Logsdon

Would Helen get a bad grade in her math class? She had studied for weeks, not that it mattered to Mr. Heflin, the most evil teacher in the entire school. It didn't matter if you were a nerd, a jock, or just a regular student. Mr. Heflin didn't care about who you were, as long as you did the work properly. He didn't give anyone a break, regardless of what they might be going through. Some called him unreasonable, others called him cruel. He was many things to many people, and to a certain extent, all of them were right.

Helen had always gotten good grades, but nothing can last forever. Unimpressed with her performance in the class, Mr. Heflin gave Helen an unacceptable grade. Frustrated by his unreasonable behavior, she had no choice but to confront him.

She walked into his office, nervous and unsure of herself. Despite his short stature, Mr. Heflin was very intimidating. He sat behind his desk, silently laughing at her feeble attempt to get a better grade.

"I've told you a thousand times, I don't give extra credit," Heflin grunted, trying his best to remain calm.

"I'm not a good math student, anyone with half a brain can see that. I deserve to fail, probably more than most people. I'm not doing this for my sake, I'm doing it for my father," she pleaded.

"Your father?"

"He's very sick, could go any minute. He wants me to go to college so badly, and I won't disappoint him, not until I've exhausted all my options," she stated.

"You've already exhausted your options, or didn't you know that? Kid, I'm a math teacher, not some charity. You failed the class, and that's that. You want help, take it up with my boss, because I'm done talking about this," he grunted.

"How can you be so cold?"

"I'm not cold, I'm realistic. With your attitude, the real world will destroy you. You think I'm bad, wait until you get your first job. They'll eat you alive, but not before crushing your spirit. I'm not your friend, I never was your friend. My job is to teach you kids math, anything else isn't my concern," he huffed.

Helen started to cry, nearly collapsing on his desk. Mr. Heflin stared, bitterly waiting for her to stop. He could see the desperation in her eyes, and that made it all the more easy.

"Of course, there might be one way to avoid failing my class," Heflin stated.

"Say the word, I'll do anything," she cried.

"Promise to keep this between us?"

"Sure, whatever you want," she gasped.

"Close the door," Heflin commanded.

Helen closed the door, completely ignorant of what he was about to do. He unzipped his pants, fully aware of her innocence. Helen sighed, barely understanding the situation she found herself in.

"Are you serious?"

"You want a good grade, you'll have to work for it. I'll remind you again, I'm no charity, so get any cute ideas out of your head. Truth be told, I've been watching you for quite some time. You're very beautiful, I must say," he whispered.

"Mr. Heflin, have you gone mad?"

"Who's mad, you or me? It's perfectly legal, considering you just turned eighteen. I guess you're wondering about my wife, aren't you? She left, quite some time ago, actually. I have no one, except for you," he sighed, taking her hand.

"If I do this, will you pass me?"

"Do this for me, you'll be at the top of your class," he sighed.

Helen got down on her knees, ashamed of what she was getting ready to do. Mr. Heflin dropped his pants, eager for her to give him pleasure. Tired of her resistance, he forced her to look at him. She swallowed it, nearly gasping in the process. Tears poured down her face, making it all the more unbearable. She licked him, not once, not twice, but three times.

"For an amateur, you sure know how to please a man," he sighed, barely controlling himself.

She continued to lick him, praying for it to all be over. Without warning, he grabbed her and pinned her against his desk. His thrusts were like an animal, savage and brutal. Helen gasped, ashamed of the way her body was responding. With every thrust, she moaned louder.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered.

She climaxed, succumbing to his will. He quickly followed her, spraying her with his seed. When it was all said and done, Helen had become a new woman. She rose to her feet, already shaken by what had happened.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I'll never forget this," she sighed.

"You're not the first, you won't be the last. Every so many years, I have to release this tension inside me, otherwise I go crazy. You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"I won't say a thing," she promised.

"Even to your father?"

"Not even to my father," Helen stated, leaving the office.

The following morning, something unexpected happened. Mr. Heflin was in his office, fantasizing about his magical night, when all of a sudden, the door slammed open. Mr. Heflin froze, slightly frightened by what he was seeing. The man violently entered the office, looking as if he had killed someone. He removed the gun from his pocket, with the intention of using it.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Are you Mr. Heflin?"

"Indeed, I am," Heflin replied, his legs shaking as the man slammed the door.

"Was Helen Conway one of your students?"

"Indeed, she was," Heflin answered.

"I'm her father," he grunted.

"In my defense, I never could've forced her, not unless she wanted it from the very beginning. Naturally, she'll deny it, though that doesn't make it any less true," Heflin stated.

"She's dead," he cried.

"What are you talking about?"

"I found a note by her nightstand, saying that she couldn't go on living. She talked about all the things you made her do, right down to the last descriptive detail," he cried.

"Now, look, can't we work something out? I'll give you money, jewels, anything! I know what you're thinking; how could he afford that on his salary? Well, I'm not only a teacher, I'm also a blackmailer, a rich one at that. So, what do you say, do we have a deal?"

"Even if you had all the money in the world, it wouldn't make a difference," he grunted, pointing the gun at his head.

"Shoot me, and you'll spend the rest of your life in prison, never to be released. I'll make sure of that, given that the odds of you actually killing me are very slim," Heflin huffed.

"At this point, it really doesn't matter," he sighed.

"Don't shoot, I implore you," Heflin screamed.

The gun went off, only no bullets came out. Mr. Heflin froze, confused and bewildered. Helen walked into the room, alive and well. She was carrying a tape recorder, a fact that shocked Mr. Heflin.

"What's the meaning of this?"

"I ask you, Mr. Heflin, can you solve this equation?"

"By God, I can't," Heflin sighed.

"Why kill you, when we can simply ruin you? Everyone knows you've been blackmailing students for years, they just couldn't prove it, until now," she laughed.

"Well, what do you know, it looks like I taught you something after all," Heflin laughed, accepting his fate.

"Don't underestimate us students, we just might surprise you," she laughed.

The End