Fallout- BlackTruth
From Create Your Own Story
"Left a note under your door... Is that a crime Max" You're former teacher asks. "Is that a crime worthy of causing havoc in my hallway?"
"Well no, I guess not" you say quietly.
"Max, If you continue to cause trouble between breakfast and work. I will have to transfer you from breeding to some other department with more hours."
"Please Don't Mrs. Blackford, this wont happen again."
"I wish I could believe you Max. This is just becoming a habit" she said back with a defeated look.
"I promise you I will behave Mrs. Blackford. I wouldn't lie to my favorite teacher."
She does not appear not pleased by your kiss-assing.
"You have 12 minutes before lunch Max, and you will spend the next 10 of those 12 minutes staying out of trouble because you are going to scrub my classroom floor."
You are angry that she is always being unnecessarily hard on you even two years after your graduation and job placement. You manage to keep your mouth closed to avoid any further punishment. Mrs. B hands you a large yellow sponge and a bucket of soapy water, sits down at her desk, and proceeds to read a book.
"Must be nice" you think to yourself. "Having her students and ex-students do so much work for her"
There are 10 desks in here, despite the fact that most age groups only have about 5-8 students. You start in the back row and work your way forward, scrubbing the black marks leftover from shoes, and scratching off any dried pieces of chewing gum from the desks. This is slave work, but Mrs. B has the authority to make this a full time career if you get on her bad side. You finish up each of the desks, and even dust off the bookshelves, and empty the pencil shavings into the trash.
You gaze at your jip-boy. It has been 8 minutes. The classroom is virtually spotless. Despite your hatred for the craft, you are actually a very good cleaner.
"I'm done Mrs. B." You say to the ex teacher. She looks up from her book, (which you can now read is titled: "Confessions of a Runaway Princess") and glances around the room.
"I'm quite impressed Max." She says approvingly. "But I own you for another 2 minutes, so keep scrubbing". She gestures to a tiny speck of dirt near her foot.
"Yes ma-am" you say unhappily. You kneel in front of her desk and begin to scrub the floor around her feet. You notice her toes are painted almost flawlessly with red nail polish. She wears tall black heels with thin straps. Not an ounce of dirt or smudges anywhere. The same is true for her pencil skirt which you can now see up close. Her legs are crossed with her left thigh positioned properly over her right knee.
After a minute of scrubbing the already clean floor beneath her desk, your arm starts to feel numb. You swish to your non-dominate hand for a while. You hear Mrs. Blackford laugh enthusiastically at something in her book. She switches her position so that her right thigh is now on top. You continue to scrub while thinking impure thoughts about those long thighs and the things you would do to her.
"Snap out of it max" you say to yourself. Almost done here."
You start counting the seconds until you can leave as you continue to scrub. Five. Four. Three. Two. Then, As if Mrs. B had a clock programmed internally, she closed her book at the exact moment, she uncrossed her legs only momentarily before standing up and granting your release, but it was enough time to see that not only was Mr's Blackford not wearing any panties under that skirt, but she appeared to have some sort of piercing down there.
You act casual.
"Excellent job Max, now hurry off to lunch" she says.
