The bell rang, ending any and all fun. Luckily I had Sarah already dressed as I knew that lunch was about to come to an end. The half-vacant look in her eyes with the satisfied or sated look with a large blush on her face told me that she had enjoyed our 'quiet' time in the locker room together, only with a little bit of semen on the floor which I used some paper towel to clean up.
The mess was easy and quick to clean up, and I couldn't help but smile as I completed it. With both of us half-dressed, the bell rang, and Sarah had a small limp as I had pounded her pussy into submission twice in a row. I could see the slight redness in her eyes from slight tears from how hard I was fucking that fine pussy, and I watched her perky ass go before I headed out of the locker room.
Quickly I moved to the third period while pulling out my phone and saw the reply text that Alex sent me.
Alex: Thank you, Mistress! I look forward to whatever treat you give me!
I looked at it and felt my cock throb a little in my panties. I was still coming down from lunch, so it was painful to have my cock trapped in my tight panties again. This girl was really good at making me want to put her in her proper place below me. It was quite a talent; she was a pain slut that wanted more and more. I couldn't help but want to give her that attention, even though I knew I shouldn't. I sighed and reached my classroom, where the Teacher glared at me as I walked in.
I hadn't heard the second bell, and I winced under the Teacher's gaze. "Sorry," I told the Teacher, "I didn't hear the second bell since I was distracted," I told them as I headed to my seat. I pulled out my work, and the Teacher immediately began to give a short lesson. Then proceeded to give out an assignment, and I held my breath till the Teacher announced that it wasn't a group assignment.
The Teacher told us about it, that we had all week next week to complete it, and that this was more or less an assignment to see how we all worked. In my opinion, it wasn't a bad idea to do this as I knew eventually, the Teacher would need a baseline for students on assignments. I immediately got to work on it and quickly found that some of the information I needed wasn't provided in the textbook, leaving me stumped. Usually, for math, they would make sure it was all in the textbook, but it seemed the Teacher also wanted to see how well we researched things, or it was in there by accident. The Teacher also gave us a week to complete instead of just a weekend, so I realized it was deliberate.
I got to work on what I knew, drawing conclusions and checking out my work. I knew this Teacher wasn't truly looking for the answers but more or less how I got to the conclusions that I came up with. It was one of those interesting conundrums that rewarded those even as they made mistakes in math which were pure logic. But if you made an accident while producing those results, you can easily see where you went wrong and can correct it next time.
Not long ago, I was looking into what I would need to learn math for really in the real world, and I came up with a famous scientist who changed my perspective. Maybe I wouldn't need trigonometry or many other things that I was being taught in math in the real world. That is, unless I was going into a field where that actually mattered. What they were mainly teaching it to everyone for was something much more fundamental that completely changed my thoughts on it and was why I was now taking it in grade twelve.
They were teaching problem-solving and working with logic instead of math. Sure, you had to learn the formulas and math itself, but more fundamentally, it was trying to create pathways for more logical and sometimes creative thinking in order to change it into something more understandable and break it down into steps.
It was huge to me back when I heard this scientist speak on the need for learning these things that many forget how to do in the real world not long later. It made learning math a lot more fun, too, as I started to look at it in a completely different way than before and found that I started to excel more at it because I was more interested in it.
Now I was working here and lost in the thought of math and working out problems quite quickly compared to when I had just entered high school. I was lost in it without a single other thought in the world when the bell rang, bringing me back into the real world. I had completed a large portion of my assignment, although I would probably have to do some research into some of the areas I didn't understand.
I got up, slightly sad I was pulled out of the zone but happy to go to gym class. I quickly packed my things up and started to head out toward the gym. I quickly arrived at what soon was quickly becoming my favorite spot in school. It used to be with Beatrice in the library, but now it was becoming this locker room that used to segregate me from the rest of the school population. Now it was becoming my dungeon almost, and I couldn't help the smile on my face as I thought of that.
I quickly stripped and started putting on my workout clothes and all my weights. I usually kept on my weighted vest just because I had nowhere else to put it. Or that was the excuse I would give. I didn't trust the lockers in school as I had watched how easy it was to pick a lot of locks on the internet. There were free videos that you could see that would just teach you what you needed to know. It wasn't that hard; you could literally just smack it with a blunt object, and it would unlock. The insanity that it was that simple.
Ignoring that, I finished getting dressed when I heard a knock on the door before Mrs. Grendier entered. "Ah, you are early," Mrs. Grendier said, much to my surprise as I thought I was closer on time than early. "Today, we are back outside. I will bring out everything, but you are going to have to do the beep test with the rest of the class today to start. This is standard, as I am pretty sure you know. It was originally planned for Monday, but," Her voice trailed off, and I was reminded of that dumbass. "Besides the point, I would also like to hear your results, so go warm up but don't go crazy on yourself. Although I am a little annoyed that Mr. Trimmers dropped it on me this short notice."
"Umm, That might take a while," I told her, as I usually rated really high on the beep test. I smirked with elation, "Last time, I did an eleven, and I have been working on sprinting and running a lot since then. But sure, I can handle doing some more running. I have been practicing overall. I kinda want to try with all the weights on me."
My last statement seemed to surprise Mrs. Grendier then she laughed, "Okay, Go ahead and do it with the weights. I will let Mr. Trimmers know that you would like to do that, and we can see how far you can go." She shook her head, "Go out and check in with Mr. Trimmers, and after, we can do some work on the beach volleyball court. You seem to pick up things faster on the sand. Know a reason for that?" She asked.
I shrugged, "Not really, to be honest. Although I have to admit I like the softer ground. I like the fact that the softer ground makes everything a little more challenging. Also, if I face first into it, I will not hurt myself as I do with solid ground. I don't let that stop me on a normal day, but I also prefer the softer ground because of it. Other than that, I am not really sure; I could ask my parents if you want." I finished, and she shook her head.
"That won't be necessary. Just the increased confidence is something that can change a lot. Too bad we don't have a league here for Beach volleyball, too far north in the states," Mrs. Grendier shook her head again, "Trying those years ago when there was still a small league, I think was a good idea, just not enough talent or people even willing to participate all those years ago." Mrs. Grendier said, shaking her head again, although not talking to me.
I finished changing as we talked, and Mrs. Grendier seemed to realize, "Sorry, Go to class, and I will see you in twenty. Good luck!" She announced, and I headed out. I quickly followed her, and soon I was in the gym with all the other female students in class. I could see the cones out, and Mr. Trimmers was looking at Mrs. Grendier for a moment before frowning and looking at me. Instead of joining Mrs. Grendier to talk to Mr. Trimmers, I started to warm up and stretch. The Beep test was to more or less test how far you could go running. It started off easy and soon picked up its pace. The early rounds for someone like me would be a joke, but the cumulative distance would be harsh with these weights. As the level went up, the speed needed to reach each checkpoint increased, and the distance with the level would increase. I looked forward to doing it and seeing how far I reached by the end of the year with weights on. I should take it without, but I wanted to challenge myself. Last time I reached level eleven and almost hit twelve before I was on the floor. I worked really hard over the summer, and my dojo master loved the level of stamina I reached. When I asked, he guessed I had almost reached level thirteen, if not fourteen.
That was without weights, and my goal for today was to reach eleven. If I got there, I would be happy as I was wearing extra weights. I made sure that I was all limber, and I got up as Mrs. Grendier and Mr. Trimmers finished talking. "Okay, Everyone," He announced, "As I am sure all of you have guessed," He said, looking around the class, and none of the girls were surprised by his next words, "Today we do the Beep test. I want to see how you all do; it will be part of your marks as it is every year. Do any of you need an explanation on this test this year?" He asked.
No one raised their hand as this was grade twelve gym class, and we had been doing it for the last four years. "Good, You all have a memory," He said as we chuckled, "I am going to get started here in a second and," he pointed to one side of the gym, "We will be starting on this side of the gym and going from there. I will watch and mark down how far you go."
Mr. Trimmers sat down on a bench with a clipboard and a pretty large boombox as we all lined up where he pointed. I did some final stretches with a smile, and a girl I had never interacted with turned to me. "Are you really going to run with all those weights on you?' She asked.
My smile brightened, and I nodded, "Of course," I told her.
She frowned, but then the test started, and I ran to the cone and turned around, waiting for the beep. The beep came, and we ran back. It was a simple and boring test to start, and I was basically speed-walking it with my long legs. Soon level zero passed, and we were onto level one. Then two and three with no one dropping out. It was a pretty simple reason why no one would drop out at these low levels as anyone who would, wouldn't be in grade twelve gym. Soon we passed levels four and five, and things started to pick up a little to the point I would have to jog back and forth. Levels six, seven, and eight started and passed, and a couple of the less athletic girls started to drop out. Nine and ten took out another swath of girls, and soon I was sweating as level ten continued. If I remember correctly, at this point, we almost ran two kilometers in ten minutes. The next beep came, and I ran to the other side of the gym.
I continued to practice some breathing techniques that I had developed and turned and ran back as I watched a girl fall to the ground, her modest chest heaving up and down in exhaustion. I continued, and more girls started to drop as we finished level ten and level eleven started. The distance increased, and the speed at which you had to get there increased. All of this without a break, and I continued to run back in forth, trying to pace myself since I didn't want the short break as, at this point, it wouldn't be beneficial. The beeps at this point in time became my world, and the weights on me started to feel heavier than normal as I ran fast between each turn and ran back in the other direction with each beep.
Beep
Beep
Beep.
Soon another girl dropped, and another as we were reaching the end of level eleven and the start of level twelve. I outdid myself, and sweat dripped down my face as I increased my running speed. I ran, and finally, I knew that I wouldn't reach the end of this level to make it to level thirteen. With this much weight, I just didn't have the stamina at this moment, and I slowly decided to walk it off as the last three girls ran for all they were worth.
I slowed down, not willing to drop to the floor despite how constricting the weights felt at this moment. I started to walk around what felt like the hot room and was slightly disappointed at my level but happy with my results. I was slightly farther than I thought I was, and I walked it off, not allowing myself to drop to the floor like the other girls. I felt my chest heaving and my breasts jiggling from how hard I was taking in deep breaths. After a second lap, though, I felt like I could get back into it, but that wasn't how the beep test worked.
"Angela," I suddenly heard, and I turned to Mrs. Grendier as she looked at me oddly. "You walked it all off. Are you already recovered?" She asked, and I shook my head.
"I could probably continue for a bit longer, but I am not completely recovered. To be honest, I train myself mainly in long-term sprinting and short-term bursts. So I go from jogging to sprinting back to jogging. This is more for tennis, where you short-burst. Also, running a marathon, but I am not up to the level I would like with the weights on. Honestly, I feel like, without the weights, I could have hit level fourteen but probably dropped almost directly after that. I don't think I can yet hit the highest levels women can take at the beep test. That would be insane." I finished.
Mrs. Grendier was looking at me impressed, though, "I think you should sign up for Track and field tournaments, maybe even under some male disciplines, to be honest. You might not make it to the top of the men's running, but I think you could get a couple of medals in the women's," Mrs. Gredier said, and I smiled.
"Thank you," I replied, still taking deep breaths but no longer heaving. "I really work hard on my running, but I still think I need to work on it. I have always liked pressing myself with skill," I told her truthfully. "I love being competitive but running feels like a solo sport. I still love soccer and directly overcoming someone with skill."
Mrs. Grendier frowned, "I will highly recommend you for track and field. Still, I will not stop you from practicing Volleyball. Now come with me and cool down with a little walk over to the Beach volleyball pit, and we can practice. I noticed where you were weak yesterday, and I want to have you practice it. Also, I am looking into getting another senior or two into these practices. It isn't really fair that I am solo practicing you when I can help others as well." Mrs. Grendier said with a smile.
"Plus I could use the teamwork practice," I replied as we started to head out of the gym, where the Beep test finished just a minute before, with many breasts moving up and down as they tried to recover from the constant running.
We exited the room and went outside. In the field, there seemed to be a teacher teaching outside while the weather still held up. The Teacher was in the distance away from us, and I smiled, looking over the class. A moment later, I stopped caring about them as I got onto the sandy area for the beach volleyball with a smile.
Soon I was practicing my serves and trying out a variety of them. I could tell that I wasn't very good and my aim with them was bad, to say the least. Still, I continued jumping in the sand, which felt good to me. I didn't know what it was, but I felt more confident even as I was failing. But I knew that I needed to practice my serving more and my setups which took another person. Mrs. Grenider was relentless, and I served ball after ball over the net and mostly into the net. It was hard for me to serve because I wanted to put too much power into it. I needed to work on my aim.
"No, Too much power again!" Mrs. Grendier yelled, followed quickly by, "Not enough Power!"
I was a little off my game, but I was still feeling good from the beep test and surpassing my goals on it. Mrs. Grendier stopped the practice on serving for a bit, and I started to work on my saves in the sand. Again, the sand was completely different, and I reached at least more of the balls I probably wouldn't get on the cement floor. Mrs. Grendier thought that maybe there might even be a slight mental barrier I had on the hard floor versus the sand. I didn't try to think it over, and soon after being made into a sandy mess, the bell rang, and I got up to go.
"If you want, we can stay a little later to practice Anglea," Mrs. Grendier said expectantly. I completely wanted to take her up on the offer, but I knew I couldn't. It was annoying that she chose today of all days to choose, and my expression twisted a little, "Or not," She seemed to say a couple of seconds later before I spoke up.
"Sorry, Honestly, I would love to," I told her honestly, "I have an important appointment and need to go. I need to shower and clean myself up as this is also a professional meeting and they are at least understanding enough to let me show up in my school uniform. But I don't have time to practice anymore or even converse more."
"Go ahead then and clean up. I can clean up out here since you seem to be in a rush genuinely," Mrs. Grendier said, and I couldn't help the smile on my face.
"Thank you!" I replied enthusiastically as I could after running and jumping in the sand after running almost two kilometers in ten minutes. I started to move, quickly reentered the gym, and soon sped past the other girls packing up with Mr. Trimmers. He watched me go, and soon I was in the Teacher's Locker room. I didn't see Alex, and I began to strip myself naked.
I put my weights in the corner and pulled my things out as I needed to clean up the sand from my blonde hair and in some crevices that sand somehow gets into when you're in it. As soon as I finished stripping and grabbed everything, I saw the door open, and Alex came in with a serious expression just up to the moment she saw me. Her usual serious expression melted into one of excitement, and I pointed at the door. "Lock the door," I ordered seriously.
Alex nodded and locked the door, and I went to my bag and pulled out a four-inch thick butt plug that was six inches long, starting at two inches thick before bubbling out thicker. It vibrated, too, and I pulled out my phone and quickly synched it to the phone app that I had for it, then handed it to her.
"This is your gift; take it home and put it in. I, unfortunately, do not have time to play today, Sweety. Text me, and I will play with you remotely when you have it in." I told her, "It has a three-hour battery life, so you will have to recharge it at some point if I decide to leave it on for a long period of time." I told her, handing the plug. "Now, I need to shower, so you can either leave or shut up and put it in while I head into the shower."
Without a second thought, I walked over to the shower as I was incredibly dirty from being in the sand and needed to present an image to my potential lawyer. I quickly hopped into the shower just as I heard, "Yes, Mistress!" Happily shouted for me. I turned on the shower, and I began to wash every inch of myself, finding that some sand somehow got a little in my pussy. I hated that, and as I got the last of it out of my slit, I felt a little pleasure from brushing against my clit a couple of times.
My Body seemed to understand my urgency, and my cock did not react in the slightest as I began to wash my hair out quickly. Several minutes later, I was drying myself off freshly cleaned and stepped out of the shower drying myself to the best I possibly could before putting on my uniform. Alex was standing there with a smile and no pants on her face. "Mistress, Please forgive me, but I would love if you shoved this into me!" She announced and turned around and presented her ass. I slightly saw the tampon string and knew she was on her period. It made me wonder in the back of my mind when Sarah would be on hers along with Tracy.
I stepped over, and I could see her caramel-skinned ass wagging a little as I took the plug that I had given her not long ago. Alex's eyes looked back at me, and I could see the Masochistic delight in her eyes as her Mistress got close. I looked down at the plug, and only a moment passed before I spat on the plug with a large amount of spittle, hitting the tip, which I immediately pressed against her ass. A second later, I shoved it all in, making Alex cry out, and her pussy squirted onto the floor.
My hand came down on her ass cheek, and a second later, I used my strength to leave a large red handprint on her tanned ass making the room momentarily echo with the sound of my slap. Alex cried out in pleasure, but I didn't do anymore, which I knew edged her as I stepped back and started to get dressed. I could see her slightly disappointed look and a faint sense of excitement about having a plug inside of her.
I didn't have time for her, though, and so I changed back into my school uniform before unlocking the door. Alex seemed surprised she couldn't tempt me by shaking her ass for me, and I looked at her critically. "Get dressed and go home," I ordered, 'Or do you want me to call over that cuck to spend some time with you?" I asked her harshly, "I told you I have little time today, and you already spent to much of it, Sweety." I couldn't help the contempt in my voice,
I walked out without further words, knowing I may have hurt Alex. Alex only hated her childhood friend of hers because of his constant nagging and playing into her parents that they should be together. That cuck had no idea that she was a pain slut and still didn't understand that he would have had a better time with her if he treated her completely like shit instead of like a friend he needed to convert to a lover.
My thoughts no longer lingered on Alex, so I quickly headed out of school and walked toward the Lawyer's office. I was running a little earlier than I expected, and her office shouldn't be too far away.
Hopefully, this lawyer would work for me, as I didn't have many choices.
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