I had arranged for extra tuition to help with my studies with two of my teachers. Encouraged by a failing school worried about the decrease in acceptable exam grades, this was to be a crash course in passing.
Of course this would have been helpful to me should I actually need it. My two teachers were deliberately giving me bad grades as an attempt to lower expectations away from their teaching and give them an excuse to treat their students with total disregard. They loved to shout and bully at as many students as they could during their classes, meaning a high level of absentees frequently had the school worried. The one to one sessions were set up as a way for the two teachers to show their worth as it was what they had been planning. Little did they know they had picked on the wrong man.
I knocked on the door and felt a little nervous before the door swung open, revealing Ms Lauren Smith. Lauren was a blonde girl in her mid-twenties with a petite figure. If you didn’t know her, she would be quite attractive however it was her personality that let her down. A white blouse with black pockets and a short skirt with tights were her outfit. She wasn’t wearing any shoes.
“Come in, come in. Let’s get this over and done with. Oh and get us both a lemonade from the kitchen. We’ll be waiting in there so don’t be long.” She replied, texting on her phone and not giving me any eye contact.
This was what I needed, time alone to make them drinks. I shut the door behind me as I poured a glass of lemonade for them each before I added my own little twist. Using two little sachets I poured a powder into each of their drinks, stirring it till the bits were dissolved. Tonight wasn’t going to eb the night they intended.
As I reached the lounge carrying two drinks I handed one to each of them before I took a seat in between them.
“Right, get your books out.” The second woman replied, taking a sip from her drink. She was a brunette woman in her mid-thirties known as Ms Alison Jones. She was also quite attractive in her own way as well as not being quite as bad as her counterpart. Equally she was still rude, obnoxious and was not afraid to treat people badly.
Within 5 minutes of them both downing their drinks, they began to complain of feeling tired.
“Did you do something to these drinks, I feel knackered!” Alison murmured.
“I only used your lemonade from the bottle and something to give a bit of a kick.” I smirked as I sat back in the chair and watched as they both fell to the floor, unconscious and unsure what was happening to their bodies. A few moments later they were fast asleep, exactly how I planned. I got up and looked around the house, knowing they would be out cold for a few hours, enough time for what I had planned.
It took me a little while but I eventually found the key to the basement door as I unlocked it and inspected whether it would be suitable. Satisfied it was mostly empty; I carried each of the women down into the middle of the carpet floor, ready to begin the next step of my plans for them…