by Writing Shark
Let the games begin
“Hey!” That’s the angry girl, Franzi, as you now know. She has a German accent but makes an effort to speak your language as she opens your first lesson with an attack. “Who do you think you are showing off Ashley like that?”
“Shut up Franzi!” Ashley barks, trying to establish herself as your submissive but superior girlfriend. “Liam is my new boyfriend and he can do whatever he wants.”
“I always knew you were a slut but that you could sink so low.”
“You only want him for yourself,” Ashley grins superiorly but then squeaks when you pull hard on the tie.
“You don’t speak for me,” you say coldly and Franzi holds her breath angrily as Ashley looks down. Then you look at the German girl two rows in front of you and smile.
“I’m Liam,” you say gently. “And you’re Franzi?”
“It’s none of your business,” she says angrily. “Better answer my question. Why do you treat a woman like your property?” You shrug.
“It’s important to me to let people know that Ashley is mine,” you say, blatantly lying in several regards.
“But there is another way. And besides…” You simply turn away from the girl, which only makes her angrier. “Hey! I’m talking to you!” But you ignore her, which makes Ashley giggle next to you. Then you stand up and address the class.
“My name is Liam Martin and I’m new here.” You wave to everyone. “If someone has something to talk to me about, they are welcome to do so, but I would like to point out that your families work for me, your salary comes from me and this island belongs to me.” There is no point in sugarcoating the situation and the looks on you change almost immediately. “For now I would just like to point out that Franzi here…”
“Two minus points,” Megan whispers in your ear.
“Has two minus points,” you finish the sentence. Everything is developing so quickly. You already have a girlfriend with a great pussy and Franzi will quickly provide you with the perfect example for your plan.
“What?” the German asks, puzzled, but you continue to ignore her. Instead, you pull Ashley up by your tie.
“Ashley here, for example, already has ten plus points,” you announce. “In the new game I set up for us. As a welcome gift, so to speak. You grin and everyone sees the devil in you.
“What the…what are you imagining you fucking…”
“Another minus point for stepping out of line,” you say coldly and give her such an angry look that she falls silent. Later you will remember this moment as the moment you started enjoying life. Now you just feel good. “And one more minus point because you’re such a cunt.” Franzi opens her mouth but you hold out your finger. “Before you continue, let me explain what we are playing here.” You turn back to everyone, Franzi is so white with anger that she can hardly breathe. “It goes from minus twenty to plus twenty. Think of it like an account. I am the bank and award the points. Good behavior increases the points. Ashley, do you want to tell the class, your friends, why you got ten plus points?” Ashley has no idea what you’re talking about, but she can relate to what you want from her. She stands next to you.
“I… uh…” Then she straightens herself and smiles, playing her part. “I just let him fuck me. Doggy style in the gym on the sports mat. It was hot and I was moaning like a whore. Now I’m his good little girl.” She looks at you questioningly, red in the face.
“A plus point for Ashley for humiliating herself in front of you for me,” you announce.
The class is dead quiet. Everyone stares at you in disbelief.
“You all start with zero points, except Ashley and Franzi. See it as a kind of currency and status symbol at the same time. Anyone who is in the red has a debt to the bank, i.e. me. And the bank dictates how you pay off these debts.” You look at Franzi. “Or the bank will grab your family and ruin not only your life but also that of everyone else you love.” Franzi’s mouth almost hits the floor as you feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins. “By the way, this also happens with twenty negative points. You get kicked off the island and your families end up in the gutter. Well no matter. Ten plus points buy you the right to be my friend. This is something you want.”
Unfortunately, you don’t get to explain to the class what happens when they reach the top end of the points, but your new classmates’ heads are already full anyway. Most people only know you for a few seconds and maybe you should have prepared your plan better.
“It will work,” says Megan. “Look at Ashley.” You turn your head and see the fiery look in her eyes as she grabs you and kisses you deeply. Her hands move to yours, lifting them and immediately you feel her tits through the soft material of her uniform.
“Should I bend over the table?” she asks with a twinkle in her eye so everyone can hear. “You can fuck me anywhere Sir.”
At that moment the door to the room opens and a short, petite girl that you know from before rushes in. Melissa as you remember. She is followed by a young woman in a blue blazer and a short black skirt, her hair tied in a loose ponytail and large glasses on her cute nose. The woman stops when she sees the state of the class.
“What’s going on here?” she asks, then she sees you and almost drops her books. “Oh,” she exclaims, adjusting her glasses. “You must be Liam.” You grin, turning away from the class and sitting down.
“Hello Miss” you greet and wait for someone, probably Franzi, to give you away.
Nothing happens and you have to keep waiting for someone to sacrifice so everyone knows you’re in charge here. For now, every boy and girl in the class is silent.
“I am Miss Sinclaire,” explains the young woman. “And your history teacher. Have you introduced yourself yet?” You nod.
“The welcome was very warm. Everyone here behaves excellently.”
“Good,” says the woman in whose voice you recognize the same nervousness. “It’s nice to see that you stick to the rules despite your status here.” Then she starts to write something on the board and when you see her butt under her skirt, the young woman slides way up to the top of your list.
Writing Shark 