Making The Grade Pt. 2

Making The Grade Ch. 2
by LindsayO©
This is the continuation of the first part, both brought over from another site that I had posted them on. Hope you like them!


Thankfully, Hilary didn’t have Calculus class today. She doubts she would be able to sit through it without puking her guts up. After going home last night, she made sure to wash the sex off every part of her body before her parents came home from work. She would not let herself cry about that. She was ultimately doing herself a service by just going along with Mr. Fox…for however long this was going to last. She was never going to let anyone find out about this. She would die first.

Going through the motions at school today was not easy. Hilary kept thinking about tonight and what her teacher might have in store for her. The only thing that made her feel a little better about her approaching “date” was that nothing could be worse than slimy goddamn Eddie The Janitor!

As she was changing for gym in the locker room, her best friend Janine came up behind her and slapped her ass. Hilary screamed.

“Jesus!”

“Fuck Hil, chill out.”

Through the pain coming from her sore bottom, Hilary managed to smile at her friend and scare up a little laugh.

“Sorry Janine…I’m just a little on edge. I didn’t see you behind me, that’s all.”

“Are you ok, your hands are shaking.” Janine regarded.

“Of course I’m ok. Aren’t you just a little nervous about our meet next week?” she asked.

“Uh, I guess so…”

“So, hurry the fuck up and get dressed or The Bitch will make us run laps!” Hilary managed to make light of the conversation that just took place. She did not want to be put in a situation with Janine where she would break down and confess everything.

Phys-Ed. Modern History. English Lit.

The school day was now over and Hilary was in the ladies’ washroom, throwing up. Could she really go through with it? How could she make herself get up and walk to that monster’s house for God-knows-what? Would Eddie be there too? Why hadn’t she though of that? Of course he would, he heard Mr. Fox tell her yesterday where and when the next time would take place. Oh Jesus. She emptied her stomach on that last heave.

With legs like spaghetti, Hilary started walking, her mind racing to come up with a way out of this. None had come to her by the time she reached her teacher’s front door. Why the hell did he have to live right in the middle of town. Anyone could come by now and recognise her. What would she say?

“Are you going to stand on the step all day, Miss Jennings? Maybe we should have our lesson out here, my neighbors would love that.”

She hadn’t even heard him open the door.

“Ssshhh! Mr. Fox, don’t talk like that out here,” she cried.

“Then get your lovely ass in here.”

As she entered his house, her eyes couldn’t help but take it all in, like an animal in a new cage. She had thought that his dwellings would be more jungle-like, more scary. Everything was so plain. It looked just like the inside of any one of her friends’ houses, like the inside of her house. Normal.

“I’ve taken the liberty of pouring us each a glass of wine. I thought we could just sit a minute before we get started.” Mr. Fox explained.

Was he actually trying to put her at ease about all this? Incredible! This guy was really slick.

“I can’t drink that. My parents will smell it on my breath when I get home.”

“If that’s all you’re worried about your parents smelling on you Miss Jennings, let me explain to you that you aren’t here for milk and cookies,” he said with a chuckle.

“Could we just get this over with Mr. Fox? I feel like I’m going to be sick.” Hilary rubbed her tummy and bent over her knees.

“That will not work tonight. You can throw up all you want, it won’t make any difference to me. If you’d like to shit in your pants, well, we can work with that too,” he was sneering now.

“Go into the bathroom, Hilary. I bought you a little present today. I’d love for you to try it on for me. If you need any help, just let me know.”

Hilary got up and headed in the direction he was pointing, glad to be getting away from him for even a second. In the bathroom, she found some sort of outfit. After tossing it around a bit, she finally figured out how it was supposed to go on. It took a few minutes because the suit was cut full of holes. Holes in the long sleeves, holes cut out for the nipples, a hole for the crotch and ass areas, and holes all the way down the legs. He couldn’t be serious. How the hell was she even supposed too get this on? Regardless, she would try. She wasn’t about to make him angry in his own home, God knew what he would do to her here, or how far he was willing to go.

The leather kept sticking to her skin as she worked the suit up her body. Clasping the hook behind her neck, she stood in front of the full-length mirror. Hilary had never seen anything like this in all her short life. If she had been willingly into S&M, she would have to admit that she fit the part perfectly.