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Steven Richards was settling into his new job, at least, as much as he possibly could.

He was doing real work, but he still didn't consider what he was doing to be a real job. He knew that it was just a cover for his real purpose in Stonebury, and so far, having only been teaching high school students for a week, he didn't think that he was having any real impact on any of them.

There was an unsettling presence among the classroom, however. It didn't matter which period he was teaching; the students were a bit too well behaved, to the point that it actually concerned Steven. The school seemed to have all of the same disciplinary policies of any other senior high school, and the teenagers didn't seem to be afraid of the faculty and administration, but Steven was expecting to see and deal with a bit more of the typical, rebellious spirit that ran rampant at such an age.

Instead, he stood before a classroom full of little angels every hour, expecting spitballs that never came, and insults that were never uttered.

"So, for homework this evening, I want all of you to go over chapter three. Do problems ten to twenty; evens only, and if you have a little trouble with them, just focus on the mass-to-mole and mole-to-mole equations. That's going to be the big focus of our studies next week."

Steven didn't know nearly as much about chemistry as he was letting on, but the good news was that he'd been a star student when he was in high school, and as long as he had a textbook with all of the answers in it to work from, no one would be questioning his expertise on the matter.

The classroom was getting a little bit chatty, finally. The clock was counting down to the end of the day, and Steven smiled inwardly, as he realized that for these teenagers, it must have been entirely ordinary. He imagined that most of them grew up in the community of Stonebury, and were doomed to be horrifically transformed creatures from the beginning. If the local creamery really was the source, then they were doomed the moment they were born, and some of them might have still been blissfully unaware of how the outside world worked.

"Have a good weekend, kids," Steven said, just before the quiet bing, bing, bing of the last bell of the day drowned out his voice. That sound was covered, as well, as eager kids rushed to pick up their things and make their way out of the classroom. After all, there was still some summer left to enjoy, and after just one week back in school, most of the students were already ready for another break, even if it was just the short weekend to come.

A few stragglers were something that Steven was used to, as some of the students took their sweet time packing up, and others just didn't care about making it home so fast. To try and glean more information from the kids, Steven took a direct interest in the lives of most of the students, and he tried to seem like a hip, modern teacher whenever they came to talk to him about their problems, or ask him for help with their homework.

So far, everything had been fairly normal, save for a few students confessing to home issues that Steven didn't feel qualified to answer, save for lending a comforting shoulder.

No teacher would have been ready for the assault that he'd face that afternoon, as the last of the students shuffled out the door. Steven offered casual, friendly waves as his classroom emptied out, and he began to pack his own suitcase to head home for the day, when he heard the classroom door shut, seemingly all by itself.

"You know, I'm supposed to have that door open until I leave," Steven said. A trained field agent with years of tactical skills under his belt, he'd been keeping an eye on every student, and could see that one of the females had stayed behind after class...and for some reason, she saw fit to close the door and lean against it.

Her actions were slightly less concerning than her smile: sharp, seductive and quivering with anticipation. "Everyone else is gone. Why not enjoy a little privacy when all of the students have gone home?"

" You haven't gone home yet, and I think it's for the best that you do, Summer."

Summer Hallson always sat at the back of the classroom. It seemed a very minor thing, but Steven wasn't counting anyone out as a threat to him, or to his operation. She was always fidgeting with the long, terribly bright locks of her orange hair, or bouncing her fingers around in her lap as she waited her way through class, but her eyes were always on Steven in a way that concerned him, and now, his worries were coming to fruition, as she brought those same busy fingertips to her blouse and began to unbutton it.

"I'd love to go home; really, I would...but I'm afraid I don't quite understand the concept we studied today, Mr. Richards. I'd love it if you could give me some private tutoring."

Steven couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was expecting one of the students to be an operative for the local creamery, but he was shocked that one of them would proposition him in such a way.

Spinning rapidly on a heel, Steven took a quick look into Summer's eyes. They were still the same bright shade of hazel that they always were, leaving Steven to wonder if she'd been infected already, or if she was just the kind of girl who was into the student-teacher fetish, and decided now was the time to make her move.

Her motives didn't matter; Steven wasn't going to have any of it. "There's peer tutoring just down the hall, Summer. I'm sure they'd be every bit as helpful as I would."

"They're not worth my time," Summer suggested. She made no secrets about how her eyes roamed, and Steven could feel them dancing their way down his broad, wide chest, right across the valley of his tummy and to the subtle bulge of his cock, hidden well by a pair of thick, professional slacks. "They don't have the kind of experience that a man like you has, Mr. Richards. They're not worthy to cum inside of me..."

Steven knew that his face was flushed with warmth, but after all of his experience in the field and the things he'd survived, he wasn't about to be overwhelmed by a barely legal female that was trying to live out some kind of lustful fantasy. "Summer, this is highly unacceptable behavior. I need you to s-stop..." he paused, as Summer finished unbuttoning her blouse and yanked down on the lace of her bra, pushing her breasts up and forcing them to sit on the cups, making sure that Steven couldn't possibly ignore them. "...Stop what you're doing this instant and put those away, young lady!"

Summer giggled quietly, forcing a quick, bouncing jiggle out of her chest. "What...? Don't tell me that a man like you can be so easily flustered, Mr. Richards," she teased him, acting as though she had total control of the situation. "It's just sex, you know. I'm eighteen, I can handle myself, and just because I want you to fuck me doesn't mean I'm in love with you...I just know you'd give me a nice, strong litter of pups..."

"...What did you just say?"

Steven had been listening for any concerning patterns in Summer's words, beyond the obvious propositioning. To hear children referred to as pups was more concerning than anything else; it might have confirmed what he believed about her all along, but he wasn't just worried about her possibly being infected.

If he didn't get away from her, and fast, his mission would be compromised for an entirely different reason.

"What? Don't tell me you thought I was going to let you wear a condom," Summer replied. "I'd let you fuck me raw, Mr. Richards. I'd let you cum inside of me until those big, swollen balls were drained dry..."

Steven sucked in a deep breath and tried to figure the best way to get rid of the girl. She was playing with her breasts and turning to bend over when he finally made up his mind.

"Summer, get out of this classroom, now!"

The noise was more than enough to draw some attention already, but Steven's outburst brought a rattling to the door, and despite Summer trying her best to lean against the heavy wood and keep it closed, the door swung open, sending the partially nude student aside and leaving her further from Steven, who kept his distance.

One of the new teachers to start at the school that year, Ms. Cudliss, shot a glare at Steven to start, but when she saw the state of undress Summer was in, and the way that Steven was far away enough that he clearly hadn't touched her, she realized that Steven caused the outburst intentionally.

"Does this really seem like the time or place for such behavior, young lady?" she asked Summer, who was already trying to fit her breasts back into her bra. "We could have you suspended for this, you know!"

"And how do you know he didn't come onto me?" Summer asked, even as she began to button her blouse back up toward the top. Her skirt, all too typical of a school girl, was short enough that she intentionally flashed the cotton of her panties at Steven, even as she stood. "He could have thrown me down and-

"Sweetie, I heard everything...Mr. Richards is a proudly married man, and he clearly never set a hand on you. I want you to go see the school counselor about this, and then you are to go straight home. Do you understand?"

Summer adjusted her clothes and ran a hand through her hair, trying to make it look as classy as she could, despite the way it was tussled when she fell. "Hmmph. Whatever you say, Ms. Cudliss..."

Glaring daggers at Steven the whole way out of the classroom, Summer took off with an angry march, but it left Steven to slump back into his chair and let out a sigh of relief. "There...there is something really weird about some of these kids, huh?"

Steven didn't want to reveal his cover, but knowing that Ms. Cudliss was new, he felt safe asking her such a question. "I was I could say that this was the only time such a thing happened, but I've had a few students, both young men and women trying to get me to sleep with them. I can't begin to imagine what's going on here...even my poor husband has had to deal with some of them!"

"I know that teenagers are going through severe, hormonal changes, but having such utter disregard for social norms is more than a little concerning to me," Steven admitted. "That was...awkward, at the very least. Thank you for helping me out."

"Believe me, I understand why you didn't push her away. It doesn't take much for a male teacher to end up a social pariah in this day and age, even if he really was innocent. This town is filled with such sexually forward people that you might want to get used to fending for yourself, Mr. Richards."

"That's a bit of a scary thought. I hope I don't ever have to do that again," Steven claimed. "Thank goodness I've got the weekend to sort all of this out. I'd better go talk to the principal about it."

"Not a bad idea. Just holler if you ever need help, Mr. Richards."

Steven bid a quick wave to Ms. Cudliss as she went back to her own room. The chat with the principal would never happen; Steven was already suspicious of everyone in the school, and if he couldn't even trust the students, there was no way that he was going to trust the administration.