She showers, gets dressed and ready for school, wearing the same outfit from last night when she visited Keith. Same jeans, boots, jacket, hair and makeup. She’s in the kitchen making breakfast for Danny when the door opens. Emmy turns around, a little startled, expecting it might be Keith. “Oh, hi uncle Chris!” She smiles widely. Uncle Chris being the only adult male in her life who hasn’t abandoned her or wanted to fuck her.
“Hey, sweetie.” Chris smiles, entering using his own key that he’s had for years ever since their dad went to prison. “Hey little buddy.” He tussles the head of Danny. “How are you guys?”
“Good.” Both siblings say, almost in unison.
“Good, good.” Chris nods, looking around. “Where’s your mom?” He inquires curiously. Pam is his sister.
“Still in bed I guess. Want me to get her?” Emmy replies.
“Oh, no, no. Just curious is all.” Chris sits down at the table. “You know, you shouldn’t be doing this, Emmy. Your mother should be up with you kids.”
“I don’t mind. Plus Danny thinks I’m a better cook anyways.” She turns around to smile at her little brother as he smiles back.
“So I take it she passed out drunk again?” Chris asks. Emmy just looks at him and gives a confirming look and he shakes his head. He and Danny make a little bit of playful small talk before Emmy serves Danny his breakfast.
“There’s some left if you want.” Emmy says while cleaning up.
“Oh, no. No thanks. I’m going to grab something at the precinct.” Chris retorts.
“So, catch any bad guys lately?” Emmy asks from across the kitchen as she finishes cleaning up.
“Ha ha, no, it’s been quiet the past few weeks. Too quiet.” He answers casually while noticing the tramp stamp on her back as she bends over to put something away. A disappointed look dons his face. He gets up and walks towards her. “When did you get that?” He asks in a hushed, low tone.
“Hmm?” Emmy turns around confused. Chris peaks his head around to her behind and looks at her tattoo with slightly furrowed eyebrows. “Oh, that, umm…” Emmy pulls down the t-shirt under her jacket to cover it, feeling a little embarrassed and ashamed. “I got it a few weeks ago.”
Chris sighs and shakes his head in disappointment, which makes Emmy lower her head in shame, feeling like she disappointed him. “Well, the reason I stopped by is to drive you guys to school on my way to the precinct.” His expression changes and turns to Danny. Since their father went away to prison over four years ago Chris has been there for them as much as he can. He’s been a somewhat consistent, positive role model in their lives. “So, whenever you guys are ready.”
Chris drops Danny off first on the way to Emmy’s high school. “So, uhh, you doin’ okay?” Chris asks Emmy as he drives.
Emmy looks down at her phone. “Umm… Yeah, why?” She looks up at him.
“Just curious. If there’s anything you need you know you can always call me, right?” He looks over to her. Chris is a sergeant in his mid-thirty’s in the local police department and he’s often not available to be there for the kids as much as he’d like. He’s a sturdy, good-looking guy of average height, and a straight-laced, confident guy with ambition and a strong sense of morality.
“I know.” She smiles up at him. He smiles back down to her and gives her a playful wink. Chris first noticed that she had some issues a few years back when he saw the scars on her arm from cutting. But thankfully she made a promise to never do it again.
“School is going well, right?” He inquires further. Emmy sighs. “I know, I know. Sorry, just curious about your life is all.”
“It’s okay…” Emmy replies softly. “It’s going well, by the way.” She lies. In reality it’s not going well and she misses a lot of classes and is in danger of failing a few.
“Well, this is your stop.” Chris stops the car in front of her school. “Be good, sweet heart. Don’t turn too many heads of those teenage boys, ha ha.” Chris chuckles and winks at her.
“Okay, I will.” She smiles at him before exiting the car. “Bye!” She waves and he waves back.
It’s Emmy’s last class before lunch break, Mr. Butler’s eleventh grade math. “Emmy, hold on.” He approaches her before she leaves, putting his hand on her leather shoulder from behind. She flinches a little, somewhat startled, looking up at him with confusion. “I need to talk to you about something.” He steps in front of her to close the door after everyone else leaves. “Come, sit.” He grabs her by the underarm and leads her to his desk, she looks up at him a bit repulsed and uncomfortable as she feels his touch. All semester he’s been giving her looks and she’s caught him staring at her. He’s a nerdy guy in his mid-thirty’s with a stocky build, a balding head and glasses on his face. He sits across from her at his desk. “We need to talk about your performance in my class.” He adjusts his glasses and looks down at some papers on his desk.
“Okay.” Emmy says curiously, knowing exactly what he’s going to say. She gulps and looks down with guilt.
“You’re in danger of failing and if you fail this class you’ll have to repeat it next year, you don’t want to be in here with me again do you?” He asks casually while smiling slightly.
“No.” Emmy shakes her head. “I mean, no offense, ha ha.” She forces a cute laugh while playing with her hair and crossing her right leg over her left in a standard feminine position.
“None taken.” He chuckles. “But this is serious, Emmy. I don’t want to see you fail. I know you can do better. Half the time you’re not even here.” Mr. Butler continues in a more serious tone. “I know you’re better than this, what’s going on?”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry, Mr. Butler.” Emmy thinks of something to say.
“Don’t be sorry for me, this is your future on the line.” He cuts her off.
“Yeah, I know… And I know I’ve been cutting class a lot lately. I promise I won’t do it anymore and I promise I’ll study more.” She pleads pitifully.
“Listen, I like you a lot, Emmy. I know you’re better than this which is why I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt.” He continues as his right hand leaves the top of the desk and goes to down to his crotch. “Are you having any trouble with the work?” He inquires curiously while looking at her face and rubbing his crotch, though she can’t see it.
“Umm… A little, yeah.” She goes back to playing with her hair, her head tilted slightly.
“Well, that’s okay. Starting Monday, how about you stop by either at lunch or after school for a few minutes and I’ll personally tutor you. If you do that and show up for class then I won’t fail you no matter what.” He gulps as he feels his cock twitch in his pants while looking at her.
“Okay.” She smiles widely. “I promise.”
“Great.” He smiles. “Looking forward to it.” Mr. Butler continues to pinch and rub his stiffening cock.
“Thanks, Mr. Butler.” Emmy smiles as she stands up and heads for the door. He stares at her little, tight teen ass as she walks away. “Bye!” She smiles a little flirtatiously back to him before leaving.
Emmy rolls her eyes as she leaves and begin to walk down the empty hall. Mr. Butler follows behind. As her high heel boots click on the floor she’s suddenly alerted by a hand on her shoulder from behind. She turns around, somewhat startled.
“Hey, Emmy.” A familiar voice says.
“Hey, Derek.” She smiles a little. Another hand grabs her other shoulder and she turns around to face whoever it is. “Hey, Tyler.”
“Hey, slut.” Tyler chuckles casually as Derek’s hand leaves her left shoulder and Tyler’s is now on her right. She rolls her eyes and groans a little. “Hey, you didn’t have any problem with being called a slut last weekend.” He smirks arrogantly down at her as he puts his arm around her. Emmy folds her arms as he begins to hold her close.
Derek chuckles as he looks her up and down, “you’re so fuckin’ hot.” He says as he bites his lip a little. Emmy looks at him from the corner of her eyes, playfully rolling them. Derek and Tyler are senior-year jocks on the football team. Above average in height, fit, and arrogant with little regard for other people, they run the school.
“What do you guys want?” Emmy asks in a slightly irritated tone, feeling uncomfortable.
Derek and Tyler smirk at each other. “You know what we want.” Tyler says before slapping her on the ass and then placing his hand on her lower back. Derek steps closer to her, she notices that familiar lustful stare that guys get.
“No… I told you that was never happening again.” She says quietly, nervously.
Derek and Tyler look at each other again, smirking. Tyler’s smirk turns to an angry expression quickly as he grabs Emmy by the wrists and slams her against a locker. Her heart jumps and she whimpers helplessly. “Did ya?” He smiles sadistically as Derek looks on smiling as well. “You don’t tell us shit, slut. You’ll do what I tell you to do.” He leers into her eyes as Derek looks in both directions to make sure no one is watching. Mr. Butler cowered behind a corner as soon as Emmy got slammed against a locker but he’s still watching from afar.
“Okay, okay…” Emmy whimpers helplessly, petrified as Tyler holds her against the locker. She thinks about the weekend before and how she might have let Tyler and Derek get away with too much because now they’re possessive. “Let’s hang out tonight, okay? You know my friend Kelly? We’re all going there for drinks since her parents will be out for the night.” Emmy pleads, smiling nervously and nodding slightly as she talks, looking up at him with desperate eyes.
Tyler looks to Derek and they smirk at each other one more time. “Nah, I don’t think so. We want to have some fun with you now.” Tyler looks back to Emmy and smiles into her eyes.
“Uhh, I can’t. I mean, right now? We’re at school, can’t we do it tonight?” She asks.
Tyler begins to slowly stroke the side of her head and face. Emmy can’t help but tilt her head into his hand. The touch of a dominant alpha male is too much to resist for her. “No, we already have plans.” He adds, “but, uhh, we got something in mind.”
“Then how about tomorrow night? I really just don’t feel like it now.” She replies casually, just wanting them to leave her alone.
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