Study Hall - Alt

Some years ago someone requested that I make an alternate version of Study Hall, but with Miss Go instead of Mr Barkin. I finished it not long after completing the original...and (for whatever reason) promptly forgot about it. More than two years later, after recently digging around in a long-since shelved external drive, I found it again. I would throw it out there as a 'Reject', but... Oh, what the heck. I revamped the original story too.

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Being the newest teacher at Middleton High, Miss Go has little choice but to assume some additional duties. Chief among them is the 'role of Study Hall Monitor.    What with her current class load...and any extra time she has spent trying to convince everyone that she isn't a 'bad guy' anymore...it goes without saying that she has absolutely zero social life.

Not unfamiliar with trying to balance a social life with curricular and extracurricular activities, Kim sits in the back of the classroom pretending to be interested in her reading assignment. Between after-school cheer practice and chasing law-breaking super-baddies, she often misses out on nearly every opportunity to get in a decent lay.  Otherwise, she's just too damn tired at the end of her days to...

Kim rolls her eyes at the book in front of her...J. D. Salinger’s socially alienated Holden Caulfield just isn't doing it for her.

Sensing an opportunity, Kim reaches over and grabs a jacket out of her backpack, and lays it across her lap. Looking up, Kim watches Miss Go strum her fingers on the desk while staring out the window, seemingly oblivious to (and utterly bored with) her surroundings.  Scanning the room for any wayward eyes (and seeing nothing but disinterested, half-asleep students), Kim slips a hand beneath the jacket, pulling her cheer skirt's panties aside.  Glancing at the clock above the door, she's got fifteen minutes before the bell rings...plenty of time to rub one out.

With three minutes to spare, Kim bites her lower lip to keep from blurting out as she tries to keep from visibly shivering all over.  Her eyes practically rolled up in their sockets, only a thin strip of green visible below her eyelids, wave after wave of pleasure course up and down her spine.  Her face flushed and speckled with sweat, Kim lets out an almost silent, shuddering exhale. 

Kim: (thinking) Oh-my-gawd, I sooo needed that!

Glancing around to make certain that no one has noticed, Kim affords herself a little self-satisfied smile, having seemingly gotten away with it.  However, a muffled cough from the front of the classroom grabs her attention.

Kim: (thinking) Oh gawd, no! Please! Ohhh please, no!

Horrified, half expecting an angered scowl to be staring back at her, Kim looks up at the teacher.  Instead, the redhead finds a similarly flush-faced and sweating Miss Go staring back at her with an equally shocked expression.  As if on cue, both of them dart their eyes to avoid the other's gaze.

Kim: (thinking) Wait!  Did we...?  Ohmygod, did we just catch each other...?! Was she...?!

The bell rings just in the nick of time, and the assembled students gather up their belongings and head toward the door.  Kim, however, lingers a bit...making certain to tie her coat around her waist and hide any incriminating wet spots.  Grabbing her backpack and trying to avoid eye contact with the teacher, Kim is just about to cross the door's threshold when...

Miss Go: Could I see you after class for a moment, Miss Possible?

Kim: (thinking) Shit.

Bonnie: (sing-songing) Kimmie's in trouble!  Kimmie's in trouble!

The remaining students laugh and giggle.  Kim rolls her eyes and lets out a long, agitated exhales before silently mouthing 'fuck you' at her fellow cheerleader.  Brushing past her, Monique turns and gives Kim a quizzical look, silently mouthing 'What'd you do?'.  Kim in return, scrunches up the corner of her mouth and shrugs her shoulders, suggesting that she has no idea what the schoolmarm wants.

Looking at Monique, Kim puts on her best, faux-cheery smile and...with just a touch of well-practiced, innocent inflection in her voice...turns toward the voice behind her. 

Kim: Yes, Miss Go?

Standing directly in front of her, Miss Go looks over Kim's shoulder at Monique.  Stepping to one side, the former baddie grabs the door handle and gestures for Kim to come back into the classroom with a jog of her head.  Kim says nothing...taking note of the strategically placed stack of papers Miss Go is holding at hip height...continuing to smile as she steps around the teacher. Monique, standing just outside, looks on through the door's window as it swings closed.

Miss Go: I'd like to discuss your inattentiveness in class this past week, Kimberly.  Have a seat, please.

While the door shuts in Monique's face, Miss Go watches her through the glass...Kim's bestie finally turns and walks away after realizing that she's not going to glean any information.  Satisfied that Monique is out of earshot, the green-skinned woman reaches up and pulls down the door's roll-up window shade.  Turning, half expecting to find Kim seated at a student desk, she instead finds the cheerleader sitting on the teacher's desk.  One arm holding her up as she leans back, Kim swings her crossed legs to and fro.  Running a manicured fingernail along the edge of the desk, Kim raises an eyebrow while giving her a knowing smile.

Kim: I'm guessing this isn't about the 'D' you gave me on that chemistry quiz last week...

Kim makes a show of glancing downward while biting the corner of her lip, finally returning her gaze to Miss Go's face.

Kim: ...and more to do with 'D' you're hiding behind those book reports.

Kim has heard all the rumors. Something huge and green lurking under the teacher's desk, thicker than anything -they- had ever seen before...perpetuated by gossipy schoolgirls who had probably never laid eyes on the supposed monster. The cheerleader uncrosses her legs, the same manicured finger pulling the hem of her cheer skirt up her toned thighs.

Miss Go says nothing, watching as the redhead spreads her legs to reveal a glistening, dark patch on her purple panties. The finger hooks, pulling the undergarment aside, Kim's dewy, shaven labia pooching out. Rumor or not, she's committed now.

Miss promptly drops the stack of paper to the floor, one hand unbuckling her belted skirt, the other slipping behind to unzip herself. Kim parts her lips, biting the tip of her tongue in anticipation....she can already see that the rumors are true, a monstrous bulge in the former bad girl's skirt. The belt falls to the floor, Miss Go wriggling her skirt downward...she isn't wearing any panties. The teacher shows the first sign of emotion...a little glimmer of a smirk at the cheerleader's expense, Kim's eyelids flutter slightly as she catches her first glimpse of its immense base.

The rumors are -definitely- true...Miss Go's monster practically springs out as its polyester prison drops to her ankles. Fixated, now wide-eyed, Kim fails to notice the fine tendril of pre-come flinging out, curlicuing onto the 'M' of her cheer top.

Miss Go: No, but seriously... We do need to discuss your inattentiveness in class this past week.

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2