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Bad Girl's Club, Chapter 6

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Warnings: age gap, taboo relationship, implied smut, apathy towards transitioning.

Ransom watched Jess hungrily as she sat focusing on the test in front of her. And while he wanted to be proud of the fact that she had taken what he said to heart about their relationship being put on a permanent pause because she was now one of his students, he was regretting the sentiment every time he saw her.

There was something about her that managed to keep him entirely entranced. And Ransom knew that was a rare feat in itself. But with her, it felt effortless. It felt like he was drawn to her like a magnet. And that wasn’t going to fade away.

He needed to get up and breathe. Staring at her felt like almost too much, because he began to hyper-fixate on her bare legs and her thighs. Thighs that he craved like a drug.

Ransom felt himself shift in the bed and he groggily opened up his eyes. His heart fluttered at the sight of the woman that was next to him, even if he was shocked to see Jess snuggling up in the bed. He reached out to her and pulled her closer to his chest.

“What are you doing here?”

“I-I don’t like storms,” she admitted with a frown. Lightning crashed outside, briefly lighting up the room, and he frowned a little bit more, seeing how truly scared she looked. And he’d remembered the horror stories his own daughter had told him about how if she misbehaved, her parents would beat her and leave her in the rain to ‘pray her mistakes away’ because god wouldn’t have made it storm if he wasn’t so angry with her. Ransom instinctively pulled her even closer to himself, his hands wrapping around her waist. He gently placed a kiss on the top of her head to try to calm her and she sighed,” I- I can go if you want…I jus-“

“Stay,” he offered sadly, moving his face back just enough so that he could look at her. He noted how it looked like she wanted to cry, and it made his heart hurt, “I want you to stay here…with me. Even if it’s just for the night.”

“Just for the night!” she repeated as though she were trying to convince herself.

“But tomorrow, we have to go back to whatever it was that we’re doing,” he sighed, offering her a sad look, “we can’t be together, Jess…we can’t keep hiding this…”

“I-I know, Ransom.”

He frowned, looking at the young, barely pregnant girl in his arms. Their legs intertwined with one another, and he pulled her even closer until she was flat against his chest once more, clinging onto his bare, toned form.

He shuddered as he braced his jaw on the top of her head, one of her legs bumping against the erection that was straining against his sleep pants. He tried not to notice it, but when her soft thigh hooked around his waist and he felt the supple skin low on his abs, he could barely control himself. His resolve crumbled and his cock twitched, reminding him that he was very aware of her being in his bed.

“Jess…” he moaned softly. She began kissing his chest, her delicate lips pressing firm kisses to it. He moaned out of pleasure, his resolve crumbling until it was nothing but pebbles, “Jess…you know we can’t.”

“Just for tonight,” she begged, nipping along his pec. He growled, his large hands sliding down her body until he cupped her ass, gently massaging the flesh, “please Ransom…I-I need to feel you again.”

“Just this once,” he agreed. She smiled, her hand going into his sleep pants. He hissed in pleasure as she gripped him and began pumping his cock, “one more time…but then…”

“I know,” she sighed, pressing another kiss to his chest. Her hand left his sleep pants long enough to push them down his thighs. His cock sprang up and she moaned, feeling the precum that was leaking from his tip, hitting her thigh, “I want to ride you, Ransom…”

“I’m all yours, Jess…”

“Professor Drysdale, I have a question about number seven.”

Ransom was quick to head over to the student, grateful for the reprieve. But he quickly found himself cursing internally whenever he kneeled in front of the girl’s desk to speak about the question. Even though his mouth was moving, all he could think of was how Jess’s legs were slowly inching further and further apart until he saw those red, lace panties.

He tried to swallow the excess saliva in his mouth, but all too suddenly his entire throat was dry. He looked up to her face and noticed the smallest of smirks on her lips as she ‘focused’ on her test.

She wasn’t focusing on her test.

No, she was teasing him. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Ransom tried adjusting himself as subtly as possible, as he answered the question. But right as he was about to get up, she dropped her pencil.

Right.

In.

Front.

Of.

Him.

She widened the space between her thighs a little bit more, and Ransom’s jaw dropped. He could see the damp spot on her panties. He held back a groan as he leaned over to grab the pencil. She slouched in her chair, and Ransom fought the urge to drown himself in between her supple thighs.

“Professor Drysdale?” she asked sweetly, her legs closing when Ransom tore his gaze away from her thighs, “Can I have my pencil back, sir?”

“Y-yeah…” he muttered, leaning up to hand it back to her. He fought the feral thoughts in his mind as it replayed her calling him sir over and over again. When he braced his forearms on the desk, he felt like he was going to die. She was leaning forward, the top two buttons of her shirt unbuttoned, allowing Ransom to see the red lingerie. He felt his erection straining painfully against his dress pants, “Jess…”

“Miss Tarentum,” she reminded him softly, a wicked look in her eyes as her gaze flickered to his crotch, “do you want to take my test, professor…might give you a reason to-“

“Detention,” he growled, snapping the test and booklet off her desk. He smirked as he cut her off mid-sentence, “detention for trying to cheat on your exam, Miss. Tarentum…after the final bell has rung, report back to my class.”

“Yes sir!” she said seductively, watching him go back to his desk. A few of the girls started muttering between themselves, and she felt her cheeks heating up as she spared the glance towards Ransom. He was glaring at her, angry at how she’d managed to get him so wound up. But yet, he knew that as soon as she walked into his classroom for detention, she was going to get every inch of punishment he could give her.

“ALRIGHT LADIES, COME ON! WE DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!” Coach Tucker yelled from his spot at the door. The girls could be heard giggling as Lance closed the door and started walking back to his office.

Meanwhile, Jenna had been quick to start changing, despite the fact that she was in her crush’s office. But she’d just removed her top when Lance knocked at the door, opening it slightly, “Darren, how are you doing in here?”

Her heart dropped, and her mouth dropped just enough where she felt frozen in shock as though she couldn’t respond.

She’d been through it a lot where people had called her a boy, and treated her like she was barely human, but to hear her former name being called by the man who was best friends with her father, the man she viewed as he dream man, was earth shattering to her. He was quick to pop his head in when he didn’t hear a response, and Jenna seemed to come out of her shock, throwing her previous tee shirt at the man.

“GET OUT!” she all but screamed.

Lance blushed, closing the door having seen her in her bra. He made his way back to the gym floor just in time for a lot of the girls to come funneling out of the locker room. It wasn’t more than a few more minutes where Jenna and the last of the girls came out of the locker room, and his office.

“All right girls,” Lance began, “today we have a new student with us. Her name is Darren Mitchell an-“

But before he could finish, her jaw had dropped yet again, and the tears had formed in her eyes. She ran away from the floor and back to the office. He realized his mistake in just a few seconds and his own heart stopped.

“She’s really sensitive about it, Lance…”

“Don’t worry, Nick,” Lance chuckled, sipping on the bottleneck of the beer that was in front of him. He couldn’t help but let his gaze go into the house where Jenna was doing some tiktok trend, dancing in a pair of short shorts and a crop top, “she’ll be taken care of, man.”

“Just…it’s okay if you address the fact that she’s trans,” Nick reminded him, “but don’t treat her like a boy. She-“

“She’s a girl,” Lance said, cutting his friend off. His gaze held firm on her as she did a few suggestive moves, and his mind raced as he eyed her ass hungrily, “I get it, Nick.”

“Don’t call her Darren, Lance.”

“Jenna…I know. Her name’s Jenna.”

“Shit.” Lance cursed, realizing his error. He looked at the girls who were talking amongst themselves, no doubt, gossiping about the transgendered girl who ran off crying because she was just called by a boys name. He turned to look at his office, where the blinds were still drawn shut, but he was sure Jenna was crying, “I-“

“We’ll get her, coach Tucker!” Avery volunteered, quickly dragging Sam with her.

Sam shook her head as she passed, “Not cool, Coach T.”

“Definitely not cool,” Lily sighed, shaking her head at the professor as she pulled Jess with her, “she’s a girl, just like us, coach.”

“T-tell her I’m sorry?” he asked pitifully as he watched the four girls disappear into his office. When he turned back to the others, they were all shaking their heads at him, “i-it slipped out. I didn’t mean to call her that…”

“We’re disappointed in you coach T,” one of the girls claimed, “really disappointed.”

Chapter 7

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