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What the fuck was all this?

“Have a seat, Carter,” Anna instructed me tonelessly. Anna was a kindly woman in her fifties. She had a smile for everyone and rarely a harsh word. She left that sort of thing to her APs, usually playing the good cop herself, but not now.

Now she was eyeing me in a way I’d never experienced before.

Like I was the scum of the earth.

I didn’t see another option, so I sat in front of the open laptop.

“You probably know why you’re here,” Anna began.

It felt suddenly like a police interview. “You’re going to have to tell me,” I returned, pleased that my voice was bland in spite of my pounding heart.

“Nova Monroe,” she said succinctly. “And your conduct in regards to her. Your sexual relations with a student.”

I shut my eyes tightly, wanting to deny the entire thing, to pretend even to myself that I hadn’t done what I’d done, but there was no escaping it now. I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t already know.

“Obviously, your contract with the school district will be terminated,” she continued mercilessly. She didn’t sound pleased with it though, instead she sounded like a disappointed parent and somehow that was worse. “And frankly, you should not even think of trying to apply anywhere else. This is going to follow you, Carter. Your teaching career is over. But I’m afraid that’s not your biggest problem.”

My eyes opened and just because my gaze was pointed at it, what was paused on the computer caught my eye. I knew from that one still shot what it was, and I was instantly nauseous.

“What’s my biggest problem?” I asked blankly. I had a thought. “She’s eighteen,” I said, and hated myself for how it sounded.

“Yes, we know, but—” Sharon began.

Anna held up a hand, silencing the other woman. “Age of consent is not the issue today. We’re actually concerned about a different type of consent altogether.”

I gave her a hard look. That was a bit much. “What are you trying to say?” I asked sharply.

She nodded at the laptop. “Why don’t you watch this and ask me that again?”

They didn’t say another word, just played the video for me, watching me and not the screen as they did so.

I watched the whole thing, my skin crawling with shame.

Someone had captured a video of us, of me and Nova in the coach’s office the night of the prom. The angle came from the hallway.

That fucking open door.

The footage was shaky enough that I could tell it wasn’t surveillance footage. A person had been holding the camera.

Someone had been watching us, not ten feet away. I was disgusted and furious.

And beyond that, I was horrified.

I could see why it looked worse than it even was, and what it was was bad enough by a mile.

In the video I had her pinned face down on the desk. I was pulling her hair with one hand, the other holding her shoulder to pin her in place while I drilled into her.

I was huge as it was and with the angle, me closer to the camera, she was particularly small in comparison to my oversized self.

At least we hadn’t undressed completely. We were both in our prom clothes, and I’d just taken my dick out and buried it in her.

And at least you could barely see her in the shot, her voluminous gown was covering her, and my massive thrusting back was taking up most of it.

She hadn’t been silent while I fucked her brains out, it’s just that I was much louder, filth spewing out of my mouth in a constant stream through the entire thing

Some of it was rough to hear, especially out of context.