Crystal froze, “How... how did you know?!” she stammered and backed up a few steps. Her face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

Carlos had known about her plan, but she had never imagined that he would tell anyone her secret or use it against her. Now that she thought about it, though - Hadn’t the whole thing been Carlos’ idea all along?

“You could climb onto Nathan’s bed,” Carlos had suggested. “Make it look like you’ve had sex. Once the evidence is clear, the Guardianship Order will no longer be legal, and the case regarding your inheritance will be reopened.

“Crystal,” he pleaded, “This is the only option. You have to pretend to have sex with him. I know that you’re not a frivolous girl, but you have to do this!”

She had always trusted Carlos, so she had done as she was told.

Crystal forced herself to recover from the shock. She clenched her teeth and said, word for word, “Mr. Foster, that’s so kind of you. Should I say ‘thank you?”

“You don’t have to,” Carlos replied cheerily. “After all...” he looked at Joyce. “... we’re practically family!”

This was the third time that Carlos had attempted to break up with Crystal, so it shouldn’t have shocked her to discover that he was cheating on her. After all, she truly had been haunting (Joyce’s word) Carlos’ life, hadn’t she?

Carlos had tried to break up with her the first time when the Foster Group had been about to go bankrupt, and then again right before the SAT exams. Each time, Crystal had convinced him to stay with her and that she could change - for him.

Crystal began to tremble slightly, but she took a deep breath and clenched her fists hard for fear of being noticed, and her pointed nails sank into the palms of her hand. “I can’t STAND you!” she hissed as she turned away from him and walked back to the Mercedes.

What are we going to do? - she thought as she approached the wreck - this will never happen...

Suddenly, a brand-new limited-edition silver-gray Maybach stopped by the Mercedes. A driver in a formal suit came down from the Maybach and respectfully handed a key ring to Nathan.

On seeing the Maybach, Joyce shouted at Crystal, “Tut, tut, tut. My dear sister, your mother, was so generous. Her lover drives a Maybach and wears private-customized clothes. I can see why she left everything to him!”

“Hey, stop it,” Carlos shouted.

“I’m just telling the truth,” Joyce laughed. “Look at that Maybach. It is worth tens of millions of dollars, and his suit, I bet it’s more expensive than the car. Do you believe that?”

Crystal refused to acknowledge that. She opened the door to the Maybach and got in quickly. By then, Nathan had taken his seat behind the wheel. He turned to her with a curious expression on his face, “Boyfriend?”

Crystal denied it coldly, adding, “He’s just a rat, a breeding pig!”

“He has terrible taste in women,” Nathan exclaimed. “That girl was nothing but a dirty slut.”

“You’ll get no argument from me on that,” Crystal agreed, “Not only does he have bad taste in women, but he also has poor business sense.”

“What does that mean?” Nathan asked casually.

“If you want to do well in business, you need to know how to present yourself,” Crystal explained. “Look at you, for example. The vehicle you drive, the clothes you wear, the way you cut your hair, the way you talk and hold yourself: that is all a part of the package that you need to sell to a potential client before they even look at whatever it is that your selling. In the case of Carlos, he doesn’t look the part, so he can never be a successful businessman - but I am sure none of this is new to you, Mr. Davis! Obviously, you have been successful, likely in business and with women. Am I right?”

“Well, you aren’t wrong,” Nathan replied, and then he laughed out loud. “What about you, have I caught your attention?”

“What does it matter?” Crystal replied. “I’m just a poor orphan. You can get nothing from me.” Crystal paused and sneered. “Mr. Davis, don’t waste your time on unprofitable people.”

“Is that really how you see yourself?” Nathan asked, “Crystal Smith, don’t underestimate yourself!”

Crystal observed Nathan’s expression and found he didn’t tease her, she said, “I don’t get it. Millions of other girls are better looking than I am, smarter, and with more money to their name. Surely you see that!”

Nathan laughed, and then he said, “You are so young, no wonder you don’t see your own potential. “

Impatiently, Crystal cut short his words, “Save it. Just tell me what you want from me.”

Nathan raised his lips, “Marry Me.” Crystal was so caught off guard by his words that she began to cough, and her cough began to choke her so severely that her face turned beet red. She could barely breathe. Tears streamed down her face, and when she bent over at the waist, her forehead hit the dashboard.

Nathan pulled over as soon as he was able, and he turned to her with a concerned expression. As he rubbed her back, he said, “There, there. Take it easy. Are you okay?”

Crystal pushed Nathan’s hand away and glared at him. “What did you just say?”

“You aren’t happy with the Guardianship Order,” Nathan explained. “That is obvious. So, why not marry me? Then we can turn this passive “father/daughter” relationship that is typically between a guardian and his charge and have an equal husband-and-wife relationship instead? Don’t you think that if we did that, it would be both preferable and profitable? If we did that, then you could also have an equal share of my property, which you could use to slap your ex-boyfriend and half-sister in the face. Who would turn down such a deal!”

“I would,” Crystal blurted out. “I would!”

I can forget Carlos - she thought - but how would I know if Nathan’s property is clean enough for my tastes? Or if he is an honest person…

Crystal hadn’t known Nathan for long, nor did she know much about the relationship that he’d had with her mother. His offer seemed sincere, but her gut was telling her that he was playing some tricks. And if that was true, then the only reason her mother had left everything to him was that he must have somehow pulled the wool over her eyes. And if that is true, how many other women have been deceived by this exceedingly handsome face?

“Well...” Nathan opened the car door. “Be that way if you must.” He jumped out of the car, walked around to where Crystal was sitting, and ordered her out of the vehicle.

“Why?” Crystal asked. She looked over his shoulder and saw that they’d stopped in front of the University where she attended. “I’m not going! I don’t feel good!” she shouted. “I’m on my period!”

The class was just about to start, so there weren’t many seats left unoccupied by the time Crystal arrived at the room. She looked around, and when she found one, she saw that it was next to her friend, Serenity, who was sitting in an aisle. Typically, Serenity chose the aisle seat on the third row in the middle, which provided the best view of the professor, so as Crystal took the seat beside her, she had a funny feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

As Crystal leaned over to whisper- “Good morning” - to Serenity, she heard her name called from the front of the classroom, and as she looked up, some of the other students snickered. “How kind of you to join us,” Nathan said sarcastically. She looked to the platform and instantly frowned.

What is he doing here? - a voice in her head moaned. Is he a professor here? Has he always been one of my teachers, and I am only now noticing it?

Nathan had his hand on the teacher’s desk, and his sleeves were rolled up so that they revealed an expensive watch on his wrist.

He was looking straight at her in a manner that suggested he was expecting something from her, but she knew not what. The man had natural energy about him that was powerful and undeniable.

As soon as Nathan was into the rhythm of teaching, Serenity leaned over and whispered to Crystal: “He can’t be as bad as you’ve made him out to be! Can he?”

“He is!” Crystal replied emphatically, “and worse! You can’t judge a person by how he looks or by the way they portray themselves in public. Most inherently evil people hide their true nature from the world.”

As Crystal finished talking, Nathan asked everyone to hand over their homework projects to the Lesson Representative. “Who is the Lesson Representative?” he asked. “Raise your hand if that is you.”

Crystal raised her hand, and he said, “Okay, Crystal. Collect the assignments. You can bring them to my office after class.”

All of the other girls were envious of Crystal’s place of seeming privilege, but it was a burden that she would have happily given up to her. However, one of these girls, Cindy, seemed particularly keen to take over the task, so after class, Crystal approached her. “Hey, Cindy,” she said. “Could you help me take these to the office?”

Cindy shook her head shyly and said, “As much as I’d like to, I shouldn’t. As you know, Professor Davis is particular about these things. If he wanted me to bring the assignments to him, then he would have named me Lesson Representative. Alas, though, he did not...”

Cindy’s response annoyed Crystal a lot, and she found herself thinking - What a goody-two-shoes. Had I liked to push her into a fire pit? - and she was startled by the vile poison that her mind had dredged up.

Crystal asked another classmate the same question, but this one also said no. “I can’t,” he said. “I’m going to the library with my girlfriend.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “I guess I’ll have to do it myself.”

When Crystal arrived at Nathan’s office, she knocked twice, but no one answered, and she couldn’t hear any sounds coming from the room. No one was there, she realized. I better just go in quick, put the papers on his desk, and skedaddle!

When she opened the door, though, she was shocked by what she saw: Nathan had one of her other teachers, Ms. Ford, bent over his desk, and he was fucking her from behind. She was bracing herself with her hands, and her head was down, so she couldn’t see that they had company. Nathan had one hand on the teacher’s shoulder and the other on her thigh. Her top was open, and her bra had been pushed up over her medium-sized breasts so that they were fully exposed, and every time his manh**d plunged into her, they shook violently. And Nathan’s eyes were closed.

Crystal scolded herself for looking. For watching!

I should get out of here before I’m seen! She thought. But she was frozen in place, and before she could move, Nathan opened his eyes, and when he saw her, he grinned. It was the smile of a Cheshire cat, with teeth like a shark, and the demented look in his eyes broke the spell that the scene had over her.

Crystal quickly trotted over and threw the papers on the desk. “Well,” she said, “I’m just going to put down the assignments. Sorry to interrupt you two...”

Crystal was just about to leave when Ms. Ford began to moan, and she realized that the older woman was about to climax, and as much as she knew that the right thing to do was to leave, Nathan had not ordered her out, and she was deeply curious about the female orgasm. Of course, she had some knowledge of her own body, but she hadn’t ever experienced anything like “The Big “O,” as it was called when it was whispered and giggled about in bathrooms and changing areas. Thus, instead of leaving immediately, Crystal closed the door and remained inside. Unfortunately, just as things were getting really exciting, Ms. Ford happened to look up from the desk, and when she saw Crystal standing there, she shouted at her: “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you some kind of pervert? You’ve handed in the assignments! Now get out of here!”

“Yes, Ms. Ford,” Crystal replied meekly, and she quickly slipped out of the room.

Once Crystal was in the hallway, she leaned against the wall, and after a few seconds, she slid down it and found herself, comically, in an uncomfortable sitting position. Crystal was breathing heavily, and her cheeks were hot, but she was also feeling other things. She shivered, and her arms broke out in gooseflesh, and when she wrapped her arms across her chest, she noticed that her small- oh so small, when compared to Ms. Ford breasts felt somehow heavier, and they were sensitive to the touch. As discreetly as possible, she explored that and was startled by how hard her nipples were. They were so hard that she could feel the Montgomery glands on her areolas even through her shirt. There was also a warm, tingly sensation that had started in her groin and seemed to have since saturated her bloodstream. And she could barely think with the throbbing in her head.

I wonder if it had felt like to be Tiffany, with Nathan inside her - Crystal wondered - Like this, maybe? Only with a sense of satisfaction, perhaps? Am I even close on the right track? She had no real way of knowing one way or the other, and her worldview suddenly felt like it was off-kilter. She wondered how a seventeen-year-old girl could compete with a teacher like Ms. Ford, and she had to remind herself that she didn’t want to compete with Ms. Ford! And she thought Now that he has her, maybe he’ll leave me alone...

Tiffany had countless suitors at school. Students jostled over the opportunity to get into her class, and many media outlets called her one of the ten most gorgeous teachers in the country. They said that she was “Sexy.”

Out of nowhere, Crystal was suddenly struck with an insane kind of Jealousy, and she stood up in a huff and barged back into Nathan’s office.

Ms. Ford and Nathan were putting on their clothes when Crystal barged in, and Nathan raised his eyebrow questioningly. Before he could say anything, though, Crystal looked him in the eye and demanded to know if he was attracted to her. “Nathan,” she shouted, “are you fascinated with me? If that’s the case, I’m afraid that someone will be jealous.” She eyed Ms. Ford and then turned back to Nathan. “So, I suggest you make it clear.”

“Make what clear?” Nathan asked.

Crystal gasped, and then she said, “That you have long been infatuated with me and that we are in love with each other.”

Ms. Ford looked at Crystal incredulously and said, “What a joke! You and Nathan? Come on! As I remember, you attend our school as an accelerated student. Have you ever come of age? Look at your tits! Have you even hit puberty? I don’t think you deserve Nathan!” Crystal puffed out her handful-sized breasts with pride and said, “Excuse me for a moment, but I am Nathan’s type! What would he want with an old crone like you?”

As Ms. Ford flinched away from Crystal’s harsh words, Crystal walked over to Nathan. She took his hand, and when she pressed it against her pubic mound, he gasped. This was a fatal temptation, she knew, and a cruel test for a man with normal physical needs, but it was even more tempting for a man with a penchant for younger adolescent girls. As Crystal applied more pressure to Nathan’s hand, she moaned gently, and he turned to Ms. Ford and said, “Tiffany, I’m really crazy about Crystal, and she is more my type. You should go.”

Nathan’s surprising words made Crystal palpitate. She felt butterflies flitting about in her stomach, and her face turned red as her mons pubis warmed to his touch. Ms. Ford frowned and stamped her feet, and then she barged out the door, slamming it behind her. And the moment she was gone, Crystal pushed Nathan’s hand away from her moist sex. I want him-she admitted to herself - but I will not let him know it!

“I did you a big favor,” Crystal laughed. “How are you going to thank me?”

Crystal turned to leave, but Nathan wouldn’t allow it. He grabbed her wrist, twisted it painfully behind her back, and pressed her against the wall. Crystal struggled to get away, but there was no hope of escape. “Please, don’t,” she whined. “If you let me go now, I will introduce you to other girls at another time, and they will be like me, except they will be eager!”

Nathan leaned around Crystal with his free hand and put it back where Crystal had put it, only this time he slid it into her jeans so that the only thing between it and her wet core was her thin damp panties. And as he applied pressure, now directly to her clitoris, he whispered in her ear: “Other girls, you say? For a threesome...?”

“No!” Crystal cried in pleasure and frustration. “I could be a matchmaker for you!

“I could befriend girls my age and send them your way!”

Nathan twisted Crystal’s arm a little harder, and at the same time, he began to move the fingers of his other hand in slow circles, mixing pleasure and pain in equal measure. And one voice in Crystal’s mind screamed for him to stop, while another voice begged him to - NEVER STOP!

And then, without warning, Nathan ceased his ministrations and whispered into her ear: “And what kind of girls do you think I would like?”

Rather than reply, Crystal threw her head backward, and there was an aggressive THUD as the back of her head connected with his forehead.

“Shit!” Nathan hissed. “You bitch!” But he didn’t let her go. And now I am really in for it! - Crystal realized, and she began to squirm harder than ever. Crystal wasn’t able to get away but to keep his hold on her, Nathan was forced to pull his hand out of her pants, and her senses were overwhelmed by the musky/sweet scent of her sex on his fingers as he used that hand to push her shoulder against the wall.

As she struggled, Nathan pressed his engorged member against her buttocks, and she could tell that the more she resisted, the more aroused he became, so she forced herself to go limp in his arms. Be still - she commanded her body - be passive.

Once Nathan realized what was going on, he released her shoulder and hooked his thumb into the waist of her jeans and the elastic in her panties so that he could push them down and force himself on her, but just as the jeans dropped past her ass and fell to the floor, the door opened, and someone gasped. And someone, a ghost-male, said, “Geez... You... You dirty man! And with a student!!!!!!”

Nathan frowned and turned his head. “Get out!” he shouted.

The door closed quickly then, without Crystal knowing who the intruder had been. And as soon as they were gone, Nathan began to laugh. “You would think that after being interrupted once,” he said, “I would have thought to lock the door!”

After a second, Crystal took a deep breath and said, “Would you please let me go?”

“Yeah, why not?” Nathan replied. He let her go, and once she’d pulled up her pants and panties, she turned around to face him.

Nathan looked at Crystal seriously and said, “Just don’t try to tell me that you didn’t like that!” He was wearing the same grin, now, that he’d had on when she’d walked in on him fucking Ms. Ford. It was half Cheshire cat, half-shark. He winked and added, “This is just one of the benefits of being under a Guardianship Order!”

Crystal’s mouth dropped open, and she was struck dumb. She wanted to deny his claim over her, but she could not. After all, if he could drive her to such a state of arousal once, he could certainly do it again.

Crystal looked at the clock suddenly and realized that she was running late for her next class. She told him that she needed to go and why, and this time he let her go. As she turned to leave, though, Crystal glanced at Nathan’s white shirt to wear a strand of hair hung stubbornly to an amber button. She reached for the hair, held it in the air, and let it fall. “See you tonight,” she whispered seductively, in a tone pregnant with implications.