It was the start on a new term and I was walking to school with Evie.

So I should really catch you up on the last two months since I got back from LA and taking a lot more advice from Lou, actually listening to her this time and learning from she did and how I can move forward as this new me. The Skype calls started in LA, and by the time I got back home it had continued but this time with Penny involved. It seemed that everyone agreed that Evie would be a good influence on me (only Lou and Penny knew what I had been doing), and a meeting with the principal was arranged for me, Rose and Penny. I talked it over in detail with Penny before we went and the agreement was I should try to look my physical age, so that was how I dressed.

Sitting there in his office I felt quite small, but he agreed with attending the school on the basis that no other teachers are to know about me, I would just be another girl at the school. He asked Penny to email him as he knew her from her job as a social worker with the details needed to fill in my records that will explain where I had been and how I would fit in. Whatever classes Evie was doing I would, and he hoped it would help me going forward. Rose was surprised at how easy it all happened as she said Annette fought for a while to get Lou in school. I found out later that the principal did his teacher training with Tom, Lou’s husband and he helped ease the way in for me. I felt a bit sorry for Rose as she must have felt a bit useless.

Once all the rather official stuff was done with, or once the adults stopped talking, he turned to me and said, “Well Nicky, I hope you will have a good time here. You seem to be a perfectly pleasant young woman and I think you will fit in to this school.”

I said, “Thank you sir. This has been hard on me.”

He smiled kind eyes and said, “I’m sure it must have been. I understand you didn’t do particularly well at school last time, let us hope that this time is much better for you.”

And he reached out and shook my hand. I can’t remember the last time a man was kind to me without intending to get inside me, and it was nice. I was also scared, maybe I was still trying hard to move away not just from my life as a lorry driver, but also my life as an escort, but I will get there. Penny wanted me to talk to Rose my therapist about it, but I was too afraid of her judging me. I know I should, but it’s not easy to tell people, even those that you trust that you had to sell your body just to survive.

Penny took me and Evie shopping for a new school uniform, a truly weird experience as I always hated having to do that in the past and even though we would be basically wearing the same thing we somehow tried on the same clothes in different shops till we found what we liked. Other than that I was just trying to act more like a girl my physical age, and I had chosen to be the same age as Evie, making me officially two months younger than her. As far as the world is concerned we are both 13 and turning 14 once the school year starts. We were going to have a joint birthday party and I was trying to pretend I wasn't excited about it, but I was.

How often do you get to relive a childhood party from the perspective of a child?

My last few birthdays passed while I was out on the road, and well, I was working that other job for my last birthday. I can honestly say I never expected to be having my 33rd birthday while working as an female escort with two clients at once! This one will be much nicer, and hopefully along with Evie I will get some new school friends. I can’t follow her around all the time, I don’t want to get on her nerves.

As for the school admin stuff, I would remain living at my home and Penny would be my official guardian with her address on my record, but for anyone who visited from school my parents would be ‘out’. Evie helped me redecorate my bedroom to make it more age appropriate, and when Penny saw it she rolled her eyes and told Evie to try and dial it back a bit. Basically she did for me what she wasn’t allowed to do at home, so my walls were pink (which I don’t mind as I quite like the colour now), my bed had drapes and those fairy lights, and while I was fine about having a Taylor tour poster up, she picked the teen stars that she fancied for me and completely overdid it. Penny helped me adjust the room when Evie was out, but it still looked like a typical girls bedroom, and I finally got rid of my old clothes.

Of course Evie quite enjoyed helping me fill out my wardrobe and reminding me that I can’t keep wearing the same thing now and showed me the best shops and the ones that often have good stuff on sale. She even taught me how to pretend something was on sale to her mum. I was sworn to secrecy over that.

The week before school started I met a couple of her girl friends and we hung out in the shopping centre where I shared the fake story of my parents moving to the area and how they know Penny from growing up. It was easier to stick to the near truth, but they seemed to accept me and we arranged to go to the cinema together. If you’ve ever seen a group of teen girls hanging out together and talking non stop, that was us, although it took me a while to get used to behaving this way. It helped that I never talked about my parents and Evie told me they asked her if I don’t get on with them, so that became part of my background story.

I won’t say it’s easy to adjust, as it’s not. Not just from being a man to a teen girl, but also adjusting to no longer being a sex worker. It was funny when they talked about sex and how only one of them has done it so far, so I said I was a virgin and wondered what Evie would say, but she said nothing. I thought at the time she just didn’t want to say it in front of me, but that wasn't it at all. Her friends already knew and she assumed I did as well.

She wasn’t a virgin, and we talked about it later and of course I was sworn to secrecy again, but I also thought it was funny as Penny had told me that she keeps a drawer in the bathroom stocked with condoms. I was now in a bit of a quandary as I knew both sides of what the other was doing, but both wanted it to be a secret. I decided that when the time was right for me I would announce to both that I needed some condoms, and hopefully mother and daughter will be open and honest about it. I was becoming much closer to Evie and I really liked that, but my friendship with Penny remained just as strong and like it always had been, but only when Evie wasn’t around.

The first couple of weeks at school were, well, weird. It was very different to when I was last at school and I found myself really enjoying it. English, maths, physics, which really surprised me that Evie was doing it and I seemed to be better at it than I thought. PE of course was new to me, and I was desperately trying to learn the rules to sports I had never played, but I still liked running and found I was trying to impress the teacher when we did. I wasn’t the fastest, but eventually I ended up on the school cross country running team. Like I said, I wasn’t the fastest but I did enjoy competing.

After we came back from half term break, I noticed something from one of the teachers that I really didn’t like at all. He was looking at Evie in a way that while it wasn’t completely inappropriate, I saw a look in his eye that he hid very quickly. It was my experience as an escort that made it easier for me to spot and it really unsettled my stomach as she looked up to him as a teacher. I wanted her to be safe so I did something to get his attention, which looking back was a really dumb thing to do.

When I stood up at the end of the lesson I asked him a question so he was looking at me and I made sure that as I stood up my bag lifted the front of my skirt. I wasn’t flashing him, I had safety shorts on under my skirt, but I had pulled them up before I stood so I suspect that he saw some camel toe. He definitely looked down there, and looked for longer than he should have as a teacher, but I took the attention away from Evie and that is what I cared about more than anything.

No one hurts my BFF!

The rest of the day carried on, but we had the same teacher for our last lesson, so as we went from one class to another I ducked into the toilet and took off my safety shorts and hoped no one would notice. In this class we were actually sitting at the front and I waited till he was talking and looking my way when I lifted one foot up onto my seat, letting him see I wasn't wearing the shorts anymore.

He saw and his voice stumbled for a second as I looked up at him from under my hair with a shy smile. Seriously, I learnt a lot in my last job! Anyway, I let that carry on for a bit then I dropped one hand down and just gently stroked myself so he could see. Yes, I was teasing him quite a bit but I had a theory that he wouldn't call me out for it due to the risk to his job. So I upped the stakes and as I turned to talk to one of the girls at our table, I hooked my fingers into the gusset (horrible word), and pulled them to the side exposing myself to him.

I never expected to be doing this at school, but I would rather risk anything happening to me to protect Evie or any other girl herel. That’s why I gently pulled my pussy open to let him get as good a look as possible.

Of course, me trying to be a white knight meant I lost complete track of time and the lesson was over and I walked out with my underwear pulled to the side and all the way home without a chance to fix it. Thank god it wasn’t a windy day. I saw him around school over the rest of the week and I always smiled at him and I saw him looking at me several times. So while I may have woken up a monster in the worst possible way, at least when I go to the principal to raise this issue I will hopefully have the right type of evidence.

So I needed to keep him, well, interested in me and the following week I once again went without the safety shorts for the first lesson with him and once again flashed him. In the afternoon my plan was to up the game and then be, well good for a bit in the hope he would hint to me that he wanted to see more again and I can pretend that what happened before was an accidental flash.

Yes, I know it sounds stupid, but I doubted anyone would believe me opening up my pussy for him to have a good look during a lesson.

So this time right before the class I went to the toilets and removed my underwear, taking something out of my bag to make sure I was really going to get his attention and headed to class. I arrived late on purpose, there was no way I was going to risk walking though a crowd of kids in a short short and no underwear, but I dropped my bag and myself onto the chair with a clunk.

He kept looking at me and I knew what he was hoping to see, so once again I put my foot on the chair and he saw the lot right from the start. He was talking when he saw but this time his voice never broke and he barely seemed to acknowledge it, but he looked back several times. Maybe the but plug was a stupid idea, but I knew him seeing that as well would really get his attention and hold it. So the lesson continued and he stayed seated behind his desk and not getting up, so clearly I was having an effect on him.

When we were working on an assignment, I asked him a question in the hope he would have to stand up, but in stead he said, “That’s interesting. So we don’t distract your group, come up here and we can go over it.”

Bugger.

I stood up and walked to his desk, and he moved back and pointed to a course book so that I would need to stand next to him. Yes, I could see he had an erection, but of course now I’m a lot closer to him and he knows exactly what is under my skirt maybe it wasn’t a surprise. He leant forward to look at the book and started pointed at things and talking to me about them, and I stupidly leant forward as well. Not a huge amount, but enough and I felt his other hand on my leg. Maybe it’s my previous line of work but I learnt not to flinch when a client touches you, so I just stood there as his hand went up my leg to my thigh hidden from the class by his desk and my skirt.

Bending over of course made the front of my skirt hang lower with the back higher and his hand never stopped as it worked its way up my leg and I felt his fingers on me, playing with me and annoyingly making me wet. He was really good at what he was doing, and actually doing a good job answering my questions as his thumb pushed on the plug and two of his fingers went into me.

I turned my head to look at him as my eyes went a bit wide and I smiled at him and he asked, “Are you getting it now?”

There was no missing the double meaning, as I said, “Yes, I am getting it. You’re really good at this.”

And that’s the truth, he was really good at it and fingering me in the classroom in front of everyone had massively changed my plans. I was hoping to entrap him with a suggestive comment I could take to the principal that would warn him off. Instead I’m practically dripping all over his fingers and now just as guilty as he is and I promised Penny and Lou not to mess this up.

So I went back my desk when he removed his fingers and I sat there for the rest of the lesson a bit better behaved and keeping myself covered. When the lesson was over and the school day finished he said, “Nicky, can you hang on a moment please. We can go over your questions again.”

So I slowly packed my bag and told Evie I would see her tomorrow and I sat there while everyone else left the class and it was just me and him. None of the girls raised an eyebrow at me being asked to wait so no one thought anything was wrong, but I sat there and as the last one left the door swung shut on the fire safety hinges and it was just me and him. He stood up and walked to the end of the classroom and called me to him.

I should have been nervous, but I wasn’t.

In my mind he was just a client and I needed to do what needed to be done. I had never noticed the door at the bottom of the class to a small storeroom, but he opened the door and walked in, waiting for me.

Twenty minutes later I was walking to the bus stop having put my underwear back on and wondering if I had over stepped the mark, but he said to me while I sat on a cabinet and he was fucking me slowly, “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

Once home I jumped in the shower as I needed to get myself clean and ready for Evie coming round to do our homework, and sitting there with her as we went over some physics problems, she said to me, “You know, I never thought you were as clever as you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, mum always seemed to be the clever one. She did say you could have done better at school last time, but you really seem to get this stuff.”

I had never told her about the problems I faced when growing up and shared it with her now, and she had tears in her eyes as she hugged me. She really is a good kid and I resolved myself to keep doing what ever I needed to do to protect her. It’s just annoying that while he isn’t someone I would have picked to have sex with, he was really good at it and, well, I am missing it. He’s in his fifties, maybe late forties and has a dad bod as Evie would call it. Funnily enough he’s my biology and general science teacher.

The next day at school I managed to corner him for a chat and I said, “Ground rules. Never again here, that was stupid of us. Text me and we will arrange another time and place.”

He agreed and the rest of the week carried on as normal with nothing else of interest to report, beyond me going to his on Sunday morning at 9am. I was back home by two and there was no conversation beyond what we would do while here. The fact he thought I was almost 14 never came up, it was just sex, and he didn’t even ask me until the third week of us hooking up if I was on birth control.

Maybe he’s not a very good biology teacher.

Evie’s birthday party was being held on Saturday, but on her actual birthday the three of us, Penny, Evie and me went out for a meal, dressed up for a mini girls night out on a school night. It was a lot of fun, Evie now being 14 was allowed a small glass of wine, her first official alcohol, and I had one as well. But the party itself on the Saturday was being held in her house with Penny agreeing to stay in her bedroom until 10pm, with the party officially stopping at 11. Kids from school came along, we had music and of course a couple of people snuck in some drink, but it was great fun.

I danced with a couple of boys, and one of them I danced with quite a few times. He was almost 16, and Evie found me kissing him and hopefully saw me trying to keep his hands in respectable places, but yes, he did cop a feel a few times. Feeling his erection pressed against me was well, exciting. I quite enjoyed the fact that I had made him that excited, and Steve wasn’t that bad to talk to either. Evie did kiss a boy as well, Steve’s younger brother which in itself was funny talking about how that happened. Of course, I was enjoying kissing Steve quite a bit and I think he suggested it first, but we went out in to the garden.

Which is how Penny and Evie found me at ten past ten kissing him and being fingered in her garden. Penny insisted he leave but I pointed out that I was part of this and we both sat down to talk about it. I said, “Look, I’m not even 14 yet, that’s a month away and while I like what we’ve done, we can’t do more just yet. Is that ok?”

He told me it was and he kissed me. I didn’t believe a word he said and knew he would try it on, but I was ok with that, so long as I never let things gets too far.

The following Friday I went on a double date with Evie and the two brothers to a travelling fairground.

I like him.

I kept seeing Steve for the rest of the year and even though he thought I was younger than him he never pressured me into anything more than kissing, which really did surprise me. Ok, we had already done some hand stuff so that was still allowed, but nothing more and just being a girl with him was what I needed. I knew I should probably tell him about me, but while I liked him I didn’t like, like him. Besides, he’s already talking about turning 17 and getting his driving license and I know when that happens he is likely to dump me, so I just want to enjoy this while I can.

Christmas came and went, I was telling people I am now 14, and every Sunday I’m at my biology teacher’s house getting fucked by him, which is where I am right now laying there as he humps away as his orgasm builds.

I was still enjoying the sex, he hadn’t suddenly got worse but I was worried about this going on and on till I left school and he turned his attention to another girl while I was still no closer to coming up with a plan to stop him. After he came in me he lay there playing with my nipples and told me I would need to be a bit earlier as he had some plans for later in the day next week, and I told him it was ok, ‘we could miss it if you liked.’

He kissed my nipple and said, “No, I would still like to see you.”

So the next week I got there thirty minutes early and the moment I stepped in the door he was kissing me and trying to take my clothes off. I said, “Hey, what’s the rush?”

“Trust me, this will be worth it.”

So as I walked into his house my clothes were being discarded like breadcrumbs till we arrived in his living room where hanging from the ceiling was a sex swing. By now I was just in my heels and I turned to him and said, “Is this the rush?”

He lifted me up and put me in it, but I asked him not to do the cuffs up tightly as I didn’t want to be tied up (that last job in the vineyard did upset me), and I was swinging there slowly. He of course stood still with his dick out and swung me around to either put it in my mouth or pussy when the door bell went. I went stiff, which he probably liked as his dick was in me, but he pulled out and put it away and said, “Don’t worry.”

He closed the living room door when he went to answer it, and shortly walked back in with two other men. I was slowly rotating so didn’t get to see them until I was looking at them between my legs as I hung there. It was one of the PE teachers and the English Lit teacher. The biology teacher said, “Told you she’s up for it.”

So the reason he wanted me here early was so that I would be ready for two other teachers to use me like he is. I did not feel happy but stuck in the swing I had little choice and, well, like I said, it is enjoyable. Sometimes I found myself thinking of Steve when I was with them, other times it was some other sixth formers I quite liked the look of, sometimes even the teachers who were inside me, but when I was released from the swing I was happy to ride them and be used by them. Even when one of them said they had ‘always wanted to be a pumpkin pounder’, I was only slightly annoyed.

After I had showered the four of us sat down to talk and it was funny listening to them as they said that now we could all get in trouble and they were trying to make it sound like they hadn’t taken advantage of me and that I was also at fault. The three of them were like a group of frat boys in a bad American film, and they were so easy to see through. I felt upset at how they thought they could manipulate me into doing this again, which is ironic as I was planning to keep doing it with them while I worked out what I wanted to make sure they stop, so I slowly got dressed, kissed each of them in turn and walked out.

Now I need a plan and no idea how to make one. I need an idea.

The next week at school was a mixture of normal and very not normal. I felt like every male teacher knew about me, hardly knowing who to trust but also trying to keep up with everything else I needed to do like schoolwork. The following Sunday the plan came to me, or I should say the plan was someone I bumped into. After the sex with the three of them and being passed around as they ran a train through me, I showered and left them as they were spread out with big smiles in the living room. It was funny really, they had all been through me several times and they were acting like conquering heroes for basically exploiting a student.

When I walked out the door and stepped into the street I literally bumped into my physics teacher. Seriously, I bumped into him. He saw me and his eyes went wide when he realised where I had just come from and started to say, “Nicky, are you..”

I stopped him with a hush and pulled him away from the house as I didn’t want anyone inside to hear this conversation as I said, “Before you say anything, why are you here?”

“I live down there and was getting some milk.”

I was relieved as I quite like him, he’s really good at his job and I love doing physics and I’m hoping to do a GCSE in it. I would have hated it if he had been invited along to the Sunday me party. I said, “Can we talk?”

We went back the way he came and he went into the supermarket to get a couple of coffees and we sat on a bench outside as he said it would be inappropriate to be seen inside together. I couldn't help but laugh at that, as I said, “Well, I think I have a lot to tell you.”

I took a breath and he said, “I already know.”

“You do?”

“Yes, your first day at school, I had been to the dentist that morning and I was reading a very old copy of a magazine and then when you walked in my class I recognised you immediately.”

Well that took my breath away. “You did?”

And then he told me how at first he just thought it was a coincidence, but then he noticed that some of the details in my records were the same as what was in the article, and he asked the principal who said it was true.

“Oh. Have you told anyone?”

“No one else knows.”

We sat there sipping our coffee and said, “Thank you, but that isn’t what I wanted to talk to you about. Although I guess it might make some things easier to explain.”

And I told him what I spotted with a teacher, and how I tried to deflect that attention onto me, how it went so badly I ended up having sex with them and now it’s not just him but two other teachers. He wanted to know who else, but I said I need to know how to handle this as ‘why they haven't technically broken any laws, they have broken the spirit of it for sure.’

We sat there in silence, neither sure what to say. After a few minutes he said, “I really am sorry you felt that you needed to do that. I wish you had come to me.”

“I thought I could deal with it myself.”

He smiled and said, “Not even teachers knows how to handle this. I mean, we are trained for it, but none of us ever expect to have to deal with it. What would you have done in the past?”

“Beaten the living shit out of him.”

He laughed, and said, “Yeah, that’s kind of what I want to do myself.”

The next day at school I was called to the principal’s office and while the rest of my class was surprised and wondered if I was in trouble, at least I knew what it was about and that I would be given a detention as part of the cover for the meeting and even Penny would be sent a note about me giving some lip to a teacher. In the office I told the principal everything with my physics teacher sitting next to me, and together we came up with a plan for next Sunday. It was my plan, as neither would have accepted it without my suggestion, but it seemed the most obvious way out of this mess I got myself into to.

So next Sunday at the end of the session with the three teachers, I asked each of them to cum on my face as I knelt there fully clothed and ready to go home, telling them, “I want to feel like a slut walking out here with your cum on me.”

Men are so easy to manipulate.

And that’s what they did, all three of them over my face and some on my clothes and while they rested I got up to leave. I sent a quick text while I picked up my bag and took a little bit of time, this had to work out as planned. I walked to the door as they all lay back on chairs and the sofa, naked, sweaty and the room smelling like sex and as I opened the front door there was the principal who said quite loudly, “Hello Nicky, what are you doing here?”

I rushed past him as he silently said ‘hope you’re ok’, and I kept going around the corner to my physics teacher so I could clean up as the principal walked into my biology teacher’s house. Once with my physics teacher he was a bit shocked when he saw me but waited patiently while I cleaned up and got changed into the clothes I had dropped off and we sat down as he made me a cup to tea.

He said, “I still can’t believe you went through with that. It can’t have been easy.”

I wasn’t going to say I quite enjoyed some of the sex but did say I hated doing it and this way it meant they knew what I looked like when I left and they would have been caught literally with their pants down. Now there is a reasonable cause without any actual evidence or statements from me which would just raise more questions and give them a chance to get away with it.

He said, “Still, it’s not an easy thing for anyone to have to do.”

I sat there quietly sipping my tea and sneaked looks at him. He was quite nice, maybe late twenties or early thirties but I wondered how easy his life was like growing up, asking him all about it. Turns out while he didn't have an easy life with a silver spoon in his mouth like I thought, but it wasn't a hard one. I sat there quietly after he stopped talking and weighed up some options.

“You can’t tell anyone this, but actually they aren’t the worst men I’ve met since I became a woman. How do you think I have managed to keep a roof over my head since this happened? I can’t do my old job and I have no qualifications for any other, let alone looking like this.”

He looked at me and must have seen it in my eyes and said, “I’m sorry. I really am, I am sorry that no only did you have to do stuff like that, but that your experience as a woman is being clouded by men who think of you that way.”

I didn't know what to say to him, so I just smiled a thank you and carried on sipping my tea as we sat there in silence.

About two hours later there was a knock on the door and my physics teacher got up to answer it and the principal came in. As far as the other three were concerned he was reaching out to my guardians to discuss what he saw, namely me covered in cum leaving the house, and them trying to get dressed as he walked in. Officially I won’t be making a complaint and my guardians aren’t going to go against my wishes but I did say that there were some inappropriate looks from each of them, a couple of unusual and suggestive comments. But with what he saw it’s enough for them to resign at the end of the year in a couple of months. Until then they will always be supervised when around students and never to be alone with students again.

That alone on their records will make it hard for them to ever get a teaching job again, and it gives the school time to recruit new teachers. In the meantime it was suggested I take two days off school. I said, “Wait, you can’t do that to me! What about my classes?”

I looked at them both and started to laugh, adding, “I can’t believe I am actually upset about missing school.”

I ended up taking the week off and had a lot of lessons, reading and homework delivered to me by Evie, with Penny not understanding why I didn’t want to explain my absence as she knew full well I wasn't ill. But when I got back in and went to those particular classes the teachers completely ignored me, and the temporary teaching assistants were really helpful, even if they didn't understand why they were there.

I kept going on dates with Steve, never once inviting him in as I would only need to explain the lack of an adult, which is much easier to explain to a group of girls in your living room. With a horny boy who you’re kissing and doing hand stuff with, well, no adult supervision is almost an invitation. But I was good, I was finally enjoying being a girl and enjoying school, all parts of school including the bits I used to hate, but the friendships I was building was really good. Hell, I even had a boyfriend.

I had to admit, life was actually good right now as we rapidly head towards the summer break. Next year the pressure really begins as I need to focus on my GCSEs, and I’m thinking of doing nine it total, maybe even ten if the teachers think I can do it, but I’m not sure if PE is really worth doing an exam in.