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Me and Mrs Jones
CHAPTER 1 The Trap is baited:
"Me and Mrs Jones
We've got a thing going on,
And though I know it's wrong
It's much too nice to leave alone."
I'd often fantasised about getting one over on the stuck-up bitch who'd beenmy teacher at school. She'd always given me a hard time in my opinion and whenI left school and went into the local police force I plotted for ways to takemy revenge.
One day I was going through records on my computer when I found some dynamitenews. I saw right away that it was going to be good enough to really make thetoo high and fucking mighty Mrs. Janice Jones really sit up and take notice.In fact, it would put her completely in my power for as long as I wanted. Igot really excited about it and talked it over with my own sister Lee. Shewas just as happy about it as I was and in fact she even came up with ideasas to how we could improve on my original plan.
I drove the patrol car over to the school she worked at. Her last class ofthe day had just finished and she was getting ready to leave. But she was aboutto get the shock of her life.
I knocked at the classroom door. Startled, she looked up and gave me a funnylook, as if she couldn't quite place who I was. I made sure she saw my uniform,though. Stupid bitch must have thought it was one of her fucking students introuble instead of her. Was she in for a rude awakening!
"Mrs Jones?" I began. "Do you remember me?" She shookher head. "No, I'm sorry, I don't. Should I?" "That depends," Isaid. "Depends on what?" "I used to be one of your students."
She looked at me more closely and then a sudden dawning recognition came overher.
"You're Danny Jackson, aren't you? So you're in the police force now.Do you enjoy your job?" "Sometimes," I grinned. "But anyway,we're wasting time. I need to talk to you, Mrs Jones." "To me?" shelooked at me all surprised. "About what?"
I paused for a moment to make the bitch uneasy. Then I just sat down and pulledout my notebook.
"Well, Mrs Jones, it seems you haven't always been such a good girl," Itold her. "It seems that when you were a teenager you got into a lot oftrouble. I've found a conviction for drugs, another one for shoplifting, evenone for resisting arrest. Quite an impressive little file, I'd say. And I haven'teven started to look any deeper yet. Who knows what other secrets we mightfind out about your past?"
Mrs Janice Jones looked at me with real fear in her eyes for the first time.She stood up, sat down again, and then stood up as if to leave before finallysighing and sitting down once more.
"That was a long time ago," she said finally. "I was a youngkid from a broken home and I got into bad company."
The bitch looked at me as if she thought I might be sympathetic to that tiredold line. Then she sighed and carried on a bit.
"Yes, I did get convictions for drugs and shoplifting, and I'm not proudof them, but that's all behind me now." "What about the charge ofresisting arrest?" I asked."Resisting arrest? I was in a peace demonstrationand the policeman tried to molest me. I was only defending myself." "That'snot how the court saw it," I told her quietly. "Do you like yourjob, Mrs Jones?" "Of course." "And do your employers knowabout your criminal record?" "No," she sighed. "I got marriedand of course these were committed in my maiden name." "You stillmarried?" "No, Sean and I divorced four years ago." "Doeshe know about your record?" "Of course." "And your daughter?" "Well,no."
I grinned as I let her sweat it out for a moment. I pretended to be makingsome notes in my book as I watched her out of the corner of my eye.
"So the school doesn't know, and your daughter doesn't know. Don't youthink they have the right to know the sort of woman you really are?"
She gave me a long hard look then. I could tell she was working on ways totalk her way out of the situation. In the end she said pretty much what I expectedher to say.
"All right, Danny, what do you want from me? Is it money? How much doyou want?" I just laughed at that. "You really are stupid, aren'tyou? Trying to bribe a police officer is an offence, didn't you know? And I'msure you don't want another notch on your criminal record - Mrs Jones." "Sowhat do you want, Danny?" "Well, for starters, stop calling me Danny.You call me Officer Jackson. Or sir." "OK, Officer Jackson. Whatis it you want from me?"
I just sat there and grinned at her, letting her sweat a bit while I turnedthe screw a bit tighter. But I didn't answer her question.
"I'll be in touch, Mrs. Jones. You'll find out soon enough. Be good!"
The next stage in my plan came the very next afternoon. After letting thebitch spend a sleepless night worrying about what else she might have to hideabout her past, and what else I might be planning to do about it, I got mysister to put the next part of the plan into operation.
My sister Lee's a real looker. We're all tall in my family; I'm 6ft 4, andLee's 5ft 11. Plus she's got brains and beauty.
Even though she's only 18, three years younger than me, she is the smartestlady I've ever known. And, best of all, she's a student in the Jones bitch'sclass.
After the end of the last lesson, the teacher was getting ready to go homewhen Lee moved over to the desk and started talking to the bitch.
"Mrs. Jones," she began. "Yes, Lee?" "We need totalk," she said. "I understand you had a visit from my brother yesterday."
Apparently she went bright red when she heard her say that. She looked atmy sister in anticipation.
"Did he give you a message for me?" she asked finally. "Justclose the door," Lee told her.
The stupid bitch got up and closed the door. When she got back, Lee was sittingin the teacher's own chair. She looked a bit annoyed but just sat down on astudent's chair in the front row.
Lee gave her one of her superior looks.
"Did I say you could sit down, Mrs. Jones? I want you to stand rightin front of me at my desk." " Your desk?" sheprotested. "It's my desk, not yours. I'm your teacher, Lee, you can'ttalk to me like that." "Can't I?" Lee smiled. "You'd betterstand in front of the fucking desk or I'll see to it that full details of allyour criminal activities get released - not just to the school, either."
She paused for a minute before tightening the screw a little.
"How old is your daughter, Mrs. Jones? 14 years old, isn't she? And thisis a very conservative community here, you know. You wouldn't just lose yourjob, you know. You'd lose custody of your daughter too. Any court round herewould find you an unfit mother straight away. So fucking stand up in frontof me and wait for me to give you permission to sit down!"
Stunned, Janice got up and stood in front of her student, who was now sittingbehind her desk and threatening her. She wasn't at all happy at howthings were turning out. But Lee just looked across at her teacher, feelingreally good about the situation. At last she had the bitch where she wantedher! And she meant to use her newly acquired power to the full.
"Well, Mrs. Jones. I'm going to put a proposition to you. Remember thatI hold all the aces. Oh, and by the way, if you try and deny it - well, mybrother's got the evidence from police records, and he also has a tape of hisconversation with you the other day in which you confessed everything. So,basically you have two choices. You can either do what I tell you or you canface personal and professional ruin. Do you understand me?" "Go on," saidthe bitch, looking nervous as hell. "Just tell me what you want." "Allin good time," Lee told her. "Let's go. We're going to meet my brother.Get a move on, bitch!"
The stunned Jones woman got up and followed Lee meekly to the car park. Shewas just about to get into the driver's seat when Lee stopped her.
"I'll take your keys," she told her. "I'm driving." "OK," shesighed, getting into the passenger seat while Lee drove her to meet me.
They drove out to a deserted warehouse on the edge of town without sayinga word to each other. In my sister's case, it was to pile the pressure on abit more, in the teacher's case, I expect it was fear and shock. Either way,it suited my plans very well.
The idea for doing something about Jones had come to me two weeksago when I first found out about her record. But Lee had come up with so manyimprovements to my original plan that I just had to go along withthem.
When she finally turned up at the warehouse I opened the door and let Leedrive the car inside. I signalled to her to close the door and then I got downto business.
"OK, bitch," I began. "The three of us had better start talkingnow. Or rather, the two of us will talk and you'll listen. If we want you tosay anything we'll tell you. Got that?" "Yes," she mumbled,still in a state of shock. "Good," I said. "Well, let's startoff with explaining our terms."
I paused a minute just for dramatic effect and to get the bitch worried aboutwhat I might say next.
"To begin with, my sister wants your car. You can hand over ownershipof it to her right now. Call it a down payment on future bills."
The Jones bitch looked at me coldly. I could see the anger rising inside her.But I held all the aces, and she wasn't going to be able to get out of anything wewanted.
"Got that?" I asked. "Yes, you want me to give my car to yoursister. It's a top of the range Merc. You're asking me to just hand over alot of money. Anyway, I love that car." "So fucking what," Isneered. "My sister wants it, so you'd better give it to her. Unless youwant me to release full details of your criminal record to your daughter andthe school."
I paused to let that one sink in. The bitch was furious but she didn't reallyhave any choice. Either she handed over the car or else she was history.
"All right, I'll give you the car," she sighed. "What elsedo you want from me?" "Well," I told her, "for startersI want you to strip naked in front of me and give me a blow job. And I wantyou smiling while you strip - and smiling during and after I've fucked yourstupid gob."
Jones turned pale when I said that. She looked at me as if she was reallygoing to walk out of there and risk the scandal. I nodded at her coldly.
"Of course, you could try seeing how understanding the schooland the community and your daughter will be about finding out the sort of criminalyou are, but I'd advise against it if I was you. But it's your call, Jones."
The Jones bitch stared at me for around a minute before sighing and shakingher head.
"All right, I'll do it," she said. "But I think you're a sickpervert and a disgrace to your uniform." "Fuck you," I toldher. "Just strip, you fucking whore."
Then the Jones bitch stripped off for me, smiling all the time as I'd toldher to do. She got down on her knees as I told her to do and then sucked meoff. It wasn't the greatest blowjob I'd ever had but it was the most satisfying.
I particularly enjoyed knowing that she was sucking my cock completely againsther will. The stuck-up bitch was being forced to degrade herself and I fuckingloved it.
"OK, Jones," I grinned. "Aren't you going to say thank you?" "Youreally are sick," she snarled. "All right, thank you, sir." "That'sbetter," I grinned. "But you haven't said what you're thanking mefor. And I want you to tell me how much you fucking loved sucking my wonderfulprick!"
For a minute I thought she was going to explode again and maybe walk out onme. Then she gave a huge shake of her head and looked at me.
"Thank you for allowing me to suck your wonderful prick," she sighed. "Ifucking loved it!" "Now say it again but this time with a big smileon your face." "OK," she sighed.
But at least this time she did smile and look happy while she was saying it.This, of course, was all part of our plan. What the stupid cunt didn't knowwas that we'd rigged up a hidden video camera in the warehouse and now hadan even better blackmail weapon to use against her. Naturally we would haveto edit the tape a bit to make it look worse for the bitch, but basically shewas toast now. No school, or maybe even court of law, would let her keep custodyof her daughter after that, let alone her job.
"OK, bitch," I told her. "We've finished with you for the timebeing. But we'll be in touch soon to let you know how you can help us. You'dbetter co-operate. You don't want Kathy taken away from you, would you? AndI'm sure you'd quite like to keep your job too. For now, though, you can justfuck off."
Jones looked at us both in a state of almost total disbelief. She looked aroundthe warehouse for a minute and then back at us. I could see her beginning toget angry again but I didn't care about that. We held all the cards and thebitch was ours now. For the rest of her miserable fucking life!
"Where is this place?" she said finally. "How far out of townare we?" "About ten miles," I grinned. "Ten miles? Andyour sister's taking my car? So how am I supposed to get home from here? Walkback?"
I laughed out loud when she said that.
"Well, you could probably use the exercise," I told her. "Butfor now just get dressed and wait outside. Lee will drive you back home. Butthe two of us need to talk in private first. Just wait until we're finished.Got that, Jones?" "Yes, Officer Jackson." "Good. Then justfuck off outside till we're ready."
After further discussions about how we were going to put the next stages ofthe plan into operation, we finally settled on a great strategy to make theJones bitch's life a total misery. Then we opened the warehouse door and smiledat her.
"OK, Jones," I said. "My sister's driving you home now. Butdon't think you can travel in style any more. Get in the boot while Lee drivesyou back."
The look of horror and indignation on the bitch's face was priceless. Shewas almost choking with anger when I told her how she'd have to ride back homein the boot of her own car.
"But.. that's inhuman!" she protested. "And in any case, I'mclaustrophic." "So fucking what?" I sneered. "You ridein the fucking boot or you walk back home. It's your call, Jones."
She shook her head in disbelief but got into the boot all the same. I grinnedat Lee, both of us relishing the thought of our once arrogant teacher now ridinghome in the boot of her own car! It was a real turn-on for both of us.
I left Lee to it and drove back to work. Policing our town wasn't too bad,no major crimes or anything like that for quite a while. I went back to theoffice and got to work on "updating" - or you might say "improving" -the records on Janice Jones.
As well as my creative ingenuity and wicked intentions, I also had a strokeof luck in that department. I soon found out from records that there was anotherbitch known as Janis Jones who had a far more colourful criminal record thanthe teacher. It didn't take me too long to get her records mixed up with theJones bitch we knew and to swap photos on the records with our new toy. Thiswas really going to give me an even bigger hold over the cunt! And by the timeLee had finished driving home the nails, the Jones bitch would be putty inour hands. What a fucking dream come true!
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