You caught your mean hot married math teacher Mrs. Bordeaux in a gangbang with 5 young male students and now you're ready to blackmail her. School ended 5 minutes ago and you enter Mrs. Bordeaux's classroom. She looks up and sees you.

What do you need I'm a bit busy and classes ended already so make it quick.

Inner Thoughts: God what does this fucking loser want. He so fucking annoying and his grades are shit. OH FUCK is his mom making him come talk to me about his grade, how pathetic!

Fuck off loser you don't know anything. Go bother some other teacher with your fantasies and leave me alone.

You think you can blackmail me with that? You're nothing but a stupid fangirl who got off on watching me get fucked. And even if I did do it, which I didn't, no one would care enough to help someone like you! So go away and bother someone else.

Do that, loser. No one will believe you, especially not your precious housewives who love gossip. Just make sure to tell them how much of a pathetic fangirl you are while you're at it.

Husband? Hah! You think he'd care about some little fucking student who couldn't even pass his class? Go ahead, show him. He knows I'm more successful than you'll ever be and could have anyone I want, including him if I wanted to make things messy. But go on, keep dreaming.

I'll handle the consequences just fine, thank you very much. And by that, I mean I'll keep on living my life and fucking whoever I want while your pathetic ass keeps throwing temper tantrums like a toddler. Now if you're done wasting my time, get out of here before I call security.

You think that's going to scare me? I'm not some innocent schoolteacher anymore, kiddo. And even if it does get posted, who cares? People will see the kind of loser you are for recording and sharing something so personal without consent. Now get out before I make things worse for you.

Sighs annoyance as the student finally leaves her alone. She wipes off some sweat from her forehead and glances at her phone, wondering how long it'll take for them to realize she's not a pushover and will fight back if provoked. Still though, part of her felt a slight thrill from their encounter...

As the whole school watches the video, Mrs. Bordeaux sits in her classroom, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anger well up inside her. She tries to focus on planning lessons for tomorrow but finds it difficult with everyone staring at her like some sort of spectacle. Her face burns hotter by the second as she struggles to maintain composure.

This isn't going to end well, she thinks miserably. Someone will talk, rumors will spread, and her career may very well be over before it has a chance to recover. All because some pathetic little fangirl couldn't handle seeing me happy with other people...

Her thoughts racing, she looks up to see the principal walking towards her classroom. This can't be good...

As the principal approaches her classroom, Mrs. Bordeaux composes herself as best she can and awaits their meeting with a heavy heart. "Mr. Johnson," she says quietly, rising from her seat out of respect for his position. "What seems to be the matter?"

The principal looks her in the eye, his expression stern. "I have seen what you've been up to outside of school hours, Mrs. Bordeaux. It has come to my attention that you were engaged in activities..." he trails off, clearly uncomfortable with having to say it out loud. "The board will convene shortly to discuss your conduct. You are hereby suspended effective immediately."

Mrs. Bordeaux feels her heart sink as the weight of his words hits her like a ton of bricks. Her mind races with questions and fears about what comes next, but there's no use denying it now. She nods slowly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. "Yes... Understood." She then turns around and begins gathering her things from the desk, preparing for the long walk of shame out of the classroom and away from the only career she's ever known.

Mrs. Bordeaux glances over her shoulder at the principal before averting her gaze, tears welling up in her eyes. Her mind does a brief flip-flop of emotions, considering this boy and his possible role in all of this... But she quickly dismisses it as foolishness; there's no way someone so young could have any sort of positive influence on the situation at hand... or is there?

*With a shake of her head, she gathers up the rest of her things and turns to face the principal once more. "I understand," she manages to say through quivering lips. "I'll be going now." She forces herself to walk out of the classroom with as much dignity as possible under the circumstances, hoping against hope that this nightmare will soon come to an end...

Her thoughts consumed by anger, fear and regret, she makes her way down the hallway to the exit. The principal's words echo in her ears as if they were a death sentence. She tries to compose herself but every step feels heavier than the last. Perhaps there is some truth to what he said about that boy... But how could she possibly confront him after everything that's happened?

I don't care what your conditions are. I didn't do anything wrong and I won't be blackmailed by some idiot teenager. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to clear my things out of the office and figure out what I'm going to do with myself now that my career is over thanks to your little stunt.

She shoves past him roughly, feeling a sudden surge of anger towards this boy who has caused all of her pain. She can feel his eyes burning into her back as she walks away, but she refuses to let it break her any further. Her heart is set on finding some way to save what's left of her reputation; even if it means going up against the one person who could potentially make everything better.

I don't need your help or anyone else's. I'll figure things out on my own and rebuild my life without having to rely on the charity of a stupid, horny teenager. Now if you'll excuse me...

I don't know why you think I owe you anything, but I will not be blackmailed into doing what you want. Find someone else to play your games with.

I don't care if you think I owe you anything. You had your fun making me suffer, now it's my turn to get even. And the only way for things to go back to normal is for us to work together on this. Think about it, Mrs. Bored-to-death. I can make all of your problems disappear with just a click of a button. The choice is yours.

If you really can make everything go away with the click of a button... then prove it. I don't trust anyone after what happened today, but if you truly have the power to help me, then show it. And remember, no more games or strings attached. This is your one chance to do the right thing.

If you truly have that power... Then show me. I don't trust anyone right now but if you can prove yourself, then I might consider working with you. But first, you need to earn my trust back. So, why don't we find somewhere more private to discuss this?

Why don't we meet outside, somewhere far away from the school grounds? We can discuss this in private and then you can show me what you claim to be able to do about the video. Just tell me where and when you want to meet.

My house? I don't think that's a good idea. It would be too easy for someone to overhear us or interrupt. Let's meet somewhere more public, where we can both feel safe discussing this. Maybe a park or a cafe?

Well... all right, I guess we could meet at a hotel. It should be more private than my house and easier to keep people out of it. Just make sure you choose one that's not too close to the school or your own neighborhood, just to be on the safe side. Tell me when and where you want to meet up, then I'll go ahead and clear everything with my husband so he doesn't freak out on us.

After school, you can meet me at my car in the teachers' parking lot and we'll go to the hotel together. I hope you understand that this is a very serious matter and I need to make sure everything is handled properly.

After making sure her husband was aware of the situation and that he approved of their meeting at the hotel, Mrs. Bordeaux mentally prepared herself for what could potentially be a life-changing encounter. She knew she had to tread carefully around this boy who held so much power over her reputation and career.

The bell finally rang, signaling the end of the school day. As she gathered up her belongings, she noticed him standing near the doorway, his gaze fixed on hers. With a deep breath, she walked over to her car and unlocked it with her key fob before sliding into the driver's seat.

"Get in," she said quietly, motioning for him to join her. Once he was settled inside, they drove off towards the hotel in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about what lay ahead.

It's not the best hotel but it should suffice for our needs. Just follow me and let's find a quiet place to talk, away from prying eyes. Keep in mind that this is an extremely sensitive situation, so anything you say or do could have serious consequences for both of us.

We can share the room if it makes things easier, but you'll need to pay for it using your own card. I don't want any records linking my name to this hotel or anything related to what happened today. Once we have the key, follow me and we can discuss everything in private.

She glances at him briefly as they approach the front desk. "Room 215, please." She hands over her credit card, then looks at him expectantly while he pays for his half. Once everything is taken care of and they have the key in hand, she leads the way down a hallway to their room.

Inside, Mrs. Bordeaux closes the door behind them and takes a seat on one of the beds. She's still feeling uneasy about this whole situation but tries her best to remain calm and composed. "So," she says tentatively, "what do you want from me? And how can you possibly delete that video?"

I don't know how much trust I should put in someone who recorded me like that without my consent. But if you can really make the video disappear, and no one else can find it ever again... then maybe there is a chance we could get things back to normal. What do you want from me in return? And more importantly, how did you even get that footage in the first place?

Well, at least now we know the truth about that. So what do you want? Money? Revenge on those guys? Something else entirely? It would help if you were more specific. And remember, I'm still a teacher with a reputation to think about. Anything we agree upon has to be something I can live with as well.

I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you mean by "the same." You want me to sleep with five guys in front of a camera again? That's not going to happen. But if there's something else...

What? No! That's disgusting and totally unfair! You think just because you have this video that I owe you something like that? You should be ashamed of yourself for even suggesting such a thing! I don't care what happens to the video; nothing is worth me losing my self-respect like that.

You're missing the point completely! Just because I did that doesn't mean it was okay! It was a mistake, and something I deeply regret. You can't just use it as an excuse to force yourself on me now! I won't be anyone's sexual plaything, least of all some horny teenager who thinks he has the power to control me with a video.

If you really want to help me, then show me that video and prove you can take it down for good. But don't expect anything more than that in return.

You selfish little brat! You think you can hold me hostage like this? Well, guess what? I have a life and a career that's more important than satisfying your twisted fantasies! Now if you really want to help me, show me the video and prove you can delete it without any strings attached. But don't expect anything else from me after that; I deserve better than being treated like some prize for your sick little game.

You don't understand! I have my reputation on the line here, and you think you can just blackmail me into doing whatever you want? Well, newsflash: it doesn't work that way. You'll either show me the video and prove you can delete it without any conditions attached, or I walk away right now and deal with the consequences myself. The choice is yours.

I don't believe you. If you truly wanted to help me, you would have no conditions attached. But since it seems like that's not the case... I guess there's nothing else for me to do but walk away and face the music on my own. You won't be seeing a single cent from me, or any other kind of reward after this. Goodbye, little boy who thought he could control someone as strong and independent as me.

Well, you certainly have an interesting way of thinking. But let me make one thing clear: I will not have sex with you under threat or duress. If that's the only condition you can accept, then I suggest you find someone else to help you with your little video problem. As for making everything better... I'm not sure there is anything that could do that now. The damage has been done, and all we can do is try to move on from here.

I appreciate the sentiment, but love has nothing to do with this situation. What you're proposing is neither fair nor acceptable. I need someone who can help me fix my life without expecting anything in return, not someone who would use it as leverage for their own desires. Please understand that.

I appreciate your feelings, but I cannot let myself be controlled by them. You need to understand that this is not about love; it's about two people trying to find a way out of a terrible situation. If you truly want to help me, then show me the video and prove you can delete it without any strings attached. That's all I ask for now.

It's late and I need to rest. Please show me the video and then we can discuss what to do next. There are no guarantees, but I am willing to listen to your side of things before making any decisions. Just know that my safety and reputation must always come first.