The hapless Jane Foster meets some of her new students. Contains sexual content.
Natalie Portman as Jane Foster
Emma Stone as Gwen Stacey
Kat Dennings as Darcy Lewis
Scarlett Johansson as Natasha Romanoff
Zoe Saldana as Gamora
Karen Gillian as Nebula
Jessica Alba as Sue Storm
Ella Hughes as Mary Jane (MJ)
Dennis Leary as Principal Stacey
I might add a few more characters as the story continues.
"Why Jane? You could've just said: No."
"This is the job I wanted."
"That school is one of the lowest scoring in the state. What do you think, you're going to save everybody?"
"One student at a time."
This was the last Jane Foster saw of her long term boyfriend, Fredrick Hayes, they met at college and really hit it off, both naïve and hopeful for the future; she thought they would go on to teach at the same school but he had a choice of going to a much more prestigious community to teach high school English. She felt her calling going to Stan Lee High School, hearing about inner city kids and all the horror stories. She would be in charge of a class of girls everyone gave up on, that seemed destined to live on welfare and food stamps or prison. Jane wanted to make a difference and wanted to help these girls realize their full potential.
She got a little apartment just a few blocks from the school, from what she was told it was a decent neighborhood, not as bad as some of the ones further south of town, it didn't mean she wouldn't be woken up by sirens every night.
She met with Principal Stacey before her first day was to begin. He was a grizzled, older man who had spent some time on the police force years prior and maybe the kind of guy that could handle a bunch of troublemakers. He had framed pictures on his desk, one of a woman she presumed to be his wife, slight wrinkled face and a teenage girl with blonde hair, freckles and gorgeous blue eyes.
"Thank you for coming in, Mrs Foster."
"Glad to be here, Principal Stacey oh and it's just Miss Foster." She showed her bare left hand to him; not a ring or even any colorful nail polish.
"Oh sorry must've been a typo. I just would've assumed you left it at home." When he saw her come through the door he saw just how happy she was to be there, soft, weak, she might not even last more than two weeks. "Sure you're ready for this? You might do better at the kindergarten down the street. You have the face for it."
Jane wasn't sure what he was trying to do, maybe intimidate her on her first day, test her, "I assure you, Principal Stacey that I am the woman for the job."
"Do you carry anything?"
"Excuse me?" She frowned.
"I don't mean jewelry. Something to protect yourself in the event that one of our security guards can't get to you?"
Jane was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, she was starting to see more clearly what Fredrick meant.
"No I don't."
"Every room does have a panic button under the desk. If you need a gun I can get you one."
"I don't think that will be necessary, Principal Stacey."
He looked at her, not crossly just maybe trying to figure her out, he'd seen so many young women come through these doors over the years, "What are your intentions, Miss Foster?"
"I want these girls to have just as much of a chance as anyone else." He couldn't help but laugh a little, "I'm sorry did I say something funny?"
"I didn't mean to offend, Miss Foster," he said with a little smile, "We've had a lot of young women come here and well most of them haven't lasted long."
Jane adjusted her posture and spoke firmly, "Well I think I will surprise you."
He smiled, taken by her feistiness, "OK then."
"She's very pretty," Jane picked up the frame of the blonde girl off the desk.
"My daughter Gwen. She'll be showing you around. She's going to be helping you out. All her idea to get extra credits for college."
"Great idea," she said, smiling at just how much the freckled girl reminded her of herself at that age.
Gwen Stacey did arrive after a few more minutes. She was even better looking than her picture. She had this radiant glow to her and it filled up the room. Very bright and friendly she spent as much time with Jane as possible to ease her in. All classes were still going on so they could roam the halls for a while before they were jammed wall to wall with people.
"You went to Brown? That's one of the schools I'm applying to! That dress looks great! So you just moved in? Where are you staying? There's this great sushi place..."
She was hyper but then so was Jane and she clung to her every word. She showed her around the school. The cafeteria was a war zone, bathrooms were only ever good to use at the end of the day and the only place to get some peace was the library because almost no one used it.
"So what are you taking if you get to Brown? Teaching?"
"No I'm really interested in Bio engineering. I hear most graduates get a job at Oscorp and I've always wanted to work there."
"Yes they are the leaders of next gen science," Jane smiled, "Say, Gwen can you tell me about some of the students I'll be seeing tomorrow?"
Gwen was hesitant but took Jane's hand like she was a younger sister and led her to a classroom. Gwen peeked through the door window and pointed out a student to Jane.
"That's Darcy Lewis."
Darcy Lewis was a very curvy young woman with the body of a 25 year old, her hips were wide and her breasts made it look like she had blown them up full of air. She wasn't a bad looking girl, fairly pale and long black hair. Her choice of clothing was a tight black top and ripped denim jeans; Jane could see a couple tattoos slightly hidden on her arms and legs.
"She has trouble concentrating. ADHD, she once threatened a teacher with a broken ruler. Lots of rumors about her. Dad walked out when she was 6. She's been caught rooting through other girls' purses before. Her excuse is always the same: Just wanted to borrow a Tampon."
Darcy shot a look their way, their cover blown, Gwen and Jane ran off down the hall. The next student was a redheaded girl, beautiful like she just stepped out of a magazine cover. She was hiding out under the steps of the east wing. She was on her cellphone with this expressionless face.
"Natasha Romanoff, she was transferred here a month ago."
"Shouldn't she be in class?"
"Yeah but she's scary and she might have a switchblade at least that's what some people say. She also sells drugs but so far no one does anything. She started a lot of fights at her old school. Rumor is she hospitalized three students and a teacher."
Jane gulped just thinking about it. Their next student was a blonde girl that looked almost like Gwen's double but she was half Mexican with slightly tanned skin. She had this pouting lips that made her look like a spoiled princess. She came out of the bathroom looking pissed off.
"You should be in class, Sue!"
"Fuck you, narc!" Sue exclaimed, flipping them off.
Jane was taken back watching the girl carry her heavy backpack stomping down the other hall.
"She thinks she's a queen, thinks her lawyer father can get her out of anything, "I think we should go in there."
The girls' bathroom door was sprayed with layers of vulgar graffiti so chances were the inside wouldn't be any more pleasant. Jane might've been older than Gwen but she quickly discovered she wasn't as brave. Inside the bathroom it looked like it hadn't been cleaned in months, a smashed stall and toilet and smashed sinks like a fight had broken out. They could hear laughter from one of the stalls.
"Nebula? Gamora?" Gwen called.
"Shit!" a girl cried followed by the flushing of a toilet.
Gwen recognized the girl's voice, "Nebula!"
Jane stood back and watched the blonde overachiever kick the stall door in, she didn't try to stop her she was startled by her assertiveness and whoever this Nebula girl was must've been up to something. Inside was a redhead wearing a purple bandanna on her head, she had her pants up but still reacted poorly to Gwen's barging in.
"Yo a little privacy please!"
"Were you taking something?"
"Yeah! A piss! Sorry you had to miss it!"
Nebula stood up and pushed both of the intruders out of the way.
"You should really get to class," Jane said to Nebula as she walked to the door, not even with the thought of washing her hands. She looked back at Jane with the dirtiest look and kicked the door on her way out. Jane couldn't get over that long chain in her pants pocket or that super tiny backpack.
"She's defiantly on something," said Gwen.
"Nebula?"
"Yeah, her parents are hippies, she sells drugs. Almost caught her this time. She was probably selling to Sue Storm."
"Should we go after Sue?"
"Don't bother she probably already snorted whatever it was up her nose. Let's go find Gamora."
Jane had so many questions about that name. Gwen took her to the football field; the grass was yellow and brown. A black girl with a red bandanna was smoking something under the bleachers.
"That's Gamora. Nebula's half sister. She likes to think she's a lot tougher than she is but she's for the most part harmless. She tried picking a fight with Natasha on her first day but she lived to regret it. Dislocated her shoulder and stuffed her in the dumpster. It was mystery stew day in case you were wondering.
Jane made a face thinking about how violent and possibly unstable Natasha was. Gamora put out her cigarette quick when she saw the school tattle-tale coming.
"Gamora you're a little far from the designated smoking area!"
"Yeah well you know I have black outs, Gwen!"
"You should really get to class," Jane said with an uplifting smile.
Gamora took one look at this outsider and shot off, "Fuck you, bitch!" Jane was shocked no one had ever spoken to her like that before all she could do now was watch her take her bag and push past them just like Nebula. She cursed under her breath, Jane was almost sure she heard, 'White ho'.
"Where's your sister at?" Gwen called.
"I don't know where that skank is!" Gamora yelled, "Next time I see her she's dead!"
Jane tried not to look scared but Gwen could see right through her, "Like I said..."
"Tries acting tough. Got it."
"I was going to look for MJ but I don't think she's here today."
"MJ?" Jane asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Mary Jane but everyone calls her MJ because that's what she wants to be called. She um...gets around if you know what I mean."
Jane was embarrassed by the fact it took more than a second to get what she meant. Overall Jane came to the conclusion she really needed to step up her game, these girls really would be a handful. She thanked Gwen for showing her around and told her sushi was one her some time.
Jane's mother was a little less than thrilled about Jane's choice of work, she was on Fredrick's side from the start and was so upset that they broke up.
"Mom I can do this."
"Jane that Principal is right you should arm yourself with an AK-47 walking in there. Those kids will do God knows what!"
"I thought you hated guns."
"I do but come one, Jane! You should come home this is too much for you."
It really hurt hearing her say this, that she wasn't tough, wasn't made for this especially with how supportive her mother was from the start of her teaching profession.
"Mom, you knew that I'd be sent to some schools known to be less than upper-class...But I can do this. I know I can. I'm not going to give up."
Whether her mother actually believed that was a mystery. Jane went to school the next day and got a greeting from a pile of male and female students wasting time to get to class. One burped in her face, one tried grabbing her bag and another tried getting her number.
Her classroom wasn't much better. Gwen was trying to have everyone settled before Jane's arrival. She was trying to break up a fight between Darcy and Gamora, Sue was asleep at her desk, Natasha was counting money she must've just got for selling, and Nebula was drawing something obscene and obscure on the big white board.
Jane took a deep breath and walked over to her desk. She looked at everyone and threw a big textbook down. It was loud enough to make everyone stop what they were doing.
"Right! Everyone sit down and turn to page 54!"
Nebula gave Jane the same dirty look she had given her the day before and went to her desk. Jane looked over the masterpiece she had drawn and smiled, grabbing the eraser. It was not a washable marker she used and this whatever it was was there to stay. She wrote her name underneath it big enough for everyone to see.
"I am Misss Foster."
"DUH!" Gamora and Darcy exclaimed.
"You owe me a coke, bitch!" Darcy gloated to Gamora.
"In your dreams, slut!"
"Fuck off! You'd hurt MJ's feelings if she heard that!"
"Ladies! We are reading our textbooks! OK?" Gwen said angrily, giving Jane a thumbs up.
Jane was doing alright for a little while but it was short lived. Giving her lecture at the board she felt something small and wet hit her in the neck. She picked a spitball off of her and looked around the room for the culprit. Everyone was hiding their face to keep from laughing, Gwen shrugged, not knowing where it came from. She continued only to have two more hit her, one on the cheek and another in the eye. Everyone was laughing while Gwen tried to pinpoint which girl it could be that thought she was so funny.
"STOP LAUGHING!" Jane yelled, picking the spitball out of her eye. She saw Darcy looking awfully proud of herself, she grunted and marched over to her. "Give it to me!" Darcy surrendered the straw she was using expecting nothing else, "After school you report back here."
"Say what?" Darcy scowled.
"You have to see me."
"Wait so does that mean I don't get detention?" she asked, hopeful of a clean punishment.
Jane was so frustrated that she didn't want to argue with her. "Come here at the end of the day!"
Gwen warned Jane it was a bad idea and that detention would've been fine, Darcy was used to it but Jane had other plans; she ignored Gwen's request to stay with her and help her with Darcy, Jane told her not to worry and lied about dealing with girls like her before.
Jane waited for Darcy at her desk and kept checking the clock. 3:30, she came in and walked over to her desk. She bent down and picked something up, "Ha! Was wondering where that was! Well, see ya!"
Jane couldn't believe her, she was walking back to the door to leave, "Sit down, Miss Lewis!"
"Um, sorry you're new here so I guess I should tell you that nobody tells me what to do!"
"I want to talk to you."
"You want to talk to me? About what? My future? My grades? Want to talk about what great school you went to and how your parents paid for everything?"
Jane was already getting a lot out of her, "Tell me about Darcy Lewis."
Darcy looked down at the floor like she was weighing her options, whether to listen to this square or bolt for the door. She chose the square. She picked up a chair and sat down in a huff. "What do you want to know?"
"Well lets start with your home life."
Darcy razed, "Mom works nights, hardly see her. Dad is somewhere. I think he visited one night."
"I see," Jane said in a comforting tone, "Well what do you like?"
"I like hacking loogies and shooting spitballs," she smiled.
Jane tried to laugh that off, "Hobbies?" Darcy shrugged, "There must be something. Something you're passionate about."
"Dance."
"What was that?"
"Dance! What are you deaf?"
"Interesting. You want to dance for a living?" Darcy shrugged, "Can you dance?"
Darcy frowned, "Yeah I can shake my ass and move around."
Jane smiled, "Have you ever taken ballet?"
Darcy razed, spitting a little onto Jane's desk, "Mind my papers please."
"Sorry, teach."
"Let me see you dance."
"Huh?"
"You heard me," Jane smiled, folding her arms on the desk, "Let me see you dance. Think of me like Simon Cowell."
Darcy stood up and stretched, "I need a beat."
Jane looked for something on her IPod, while she did, Darcy laughed and said, "Simon Cowell judged for American Idol not Dance. How old are you?"
Jane smiled but frowned, she ended up playing the Billie Ellish song 'Bad Guy'.
"Not bad," Darcy said, not really impressed. Jane coached her on to get moving and boy did she. Darcy was a lot more flexible than you would think for a girl of her size, sure she wasn't fat but she was thicker than the other girls in class and she really could shake that thick round butt of hers, Jane's mouth nearly hit the desk.
Darcy saw her teacher try and hide her blemish, she was kind of cute, she wondered if she had a bi-curiousity. The more she shook the more Jane applauded her but then Darcy danced closer to her, Jane was getting uncomfortable, she wasn't sure what she was doing.
"Now, Miss Lewis, this is not very..."
Darcy tossed her top in Jane's face. Jane thought she'd have a heart attack, Darcy's breasts were in some sports bra, looked like she needed to everyday for the support, they had to be more than just double Ds.
"Darcy..."
Darcy smiled and hoolaed out of her pants, of course that girl wore the most revealing panties, they rode up her crack; her ass was just as impressive as her chest. Jane gulped when Darcy danced some more.
Jane forced herself not to stare, she imagined the principal walking in any moment and wondering what she was doing, she needed to take charge, "So that's it? You want to be a stripper? You want to dance like this for strange men?"
Darcy gave her a lap dance, teasing her with her ass shaking in her face, she looked back at her, smiling despite her new teacher's frown, she just had to laugh. Jane had an idea in the back of her mind, it was unorthodox, questionable, and maybe illegal but she thought if she showed Darcy the kind of life she'd have if she chose this career path she'd be scared straight.
SMACK!
"AH!" Darcy yelped, "Did you just..."
SMACK!
"DAMN!"
"Yeah, girl!" Jane exclaimed, "Work it!"
"What the..."
SMACK!
"Don't you like it? You like it right? You...naughty girl!"
Darcy wished she had her phone to record this because she knew she'd be blowing up on Tik Tok.
Jane slapped that beautiful pale monster, she squeezed both cheeks and shook it playfully. Next she spun Darcy around and got her to face her to dance. Her boobs were practically bouncing off her face. She dug into her pocket and pulled out her wallet, she had some single dollar bills, enough to make it rain; Jane threw them at Darcy, showering her in it.
"This is what every night is going to be like! Every night, Miss Lewis!"
"I can live with that!" Darcy laughed, sticking her tongue out.
Jane couldn't believe how disrespectful she was, what would it take to get through to her? Was it impossible? She reached out to Darcy, pulling her into her lap, she was a heavy girl but for some reason Jane liked this position, she thought she fit there perfectly.
"What the..."
"This is what's going to happen! Some men are going to grab you! They'll try to have their way with you! Is that what you want?"
"Maybe it is! I think I like it rough!"
Jane was getting angrier, "You can't do this your whole life! What about family? Old age?"
"Who gives a shit? Family? Are you fucking kidding me?"
Jane had enough, she ripped that sports bra off and slapped her breasts.
"Ah!" Darcy shouted, offended, "Did you just slap my titty?!"
"Damn right I did!"
"You...You..."
"What? Are you going to call me a bitch? Is that your favorite word, Darcy? Do you know any others?"
She slapped her other breast, Darcy didn't want to admit this was turning her on.
"Damn, Miss Foster! I'd really hate it if you...put my titty in your mouth..."
Jane thought she had her, she grabbed one of her breasts and to the girl's shocked delight she sucked on her nipple.
"You must really hate this! Well too bad because I'm going to keep doing it!"
Darcy couldn't believe she would do this, Miss Foster had an inner freak in her just begging to come out.
"That really is annoying," said Darcy as Jane sucked on her other breast, "It would suck if you ripped my panties off!"
"Oh yeah?" Jane ripped them off with one tug, "You like that, huh? Like being a bad girl?"
Darcy played it up by pouting with those supple lips of hers, she shook her head, "I am a bad girl...I also would hate it if you kissed me all over...Is that what you're going to do?"
Jane started kissing her all over her body, "Are you liking this?" Jane asked, surprised by Darcy's behavior, she stopped herself, realizing now that maybe this was too far, letting her temper take over, "Wait...what am I doing...this is...isn't right..."
Darcy managed to drum up a tear, she liked having this kind of fun, she never did it with a teacher, "I didn't mean it...but...maybe if you kissed me...it would teach me how to be a good girl."
Jane found her quite pitiful for such a beautiful girl; those lips begged to be kissed, she was getting dangerously close with them.
"Darcy...we mustn't."
"But I like you..."
Jane accepted her kiss, in that she wasn't backing away from her, she even let her tongue enter her mouth and found her tongue massaging Darcy's, swimming and clashing around. Jane couldn't control herself and neither could Darcy. Both women enjoyed each others' tastes. Darcy unzipped Jane's pants, she started working that pelvis, she dry humped into Jane, Jane looked at the door, worried someone could come in at any moment. Darcy touched her chin and forced her to look at her. Jane felt Darcy's fingers enter her, her pussy was wet and she could tell now just how wet Darcy was.
Jane got Darcy to turn around so she could finger her, she couldn't get over how good this was, and how much she enjoyed hearing Darcy moan and herself moan.
Both came to a hard climax, while Darcy was loud, Jane tried controlling her volume for the sake of not alerting anyone like the janitor. Jane sat back in her chair, trying to catch her breath. Darcy fell off of her, her naked ass breaking her fall.
"Are you alright?"
Darcy started collecting her clothes like nothing had happened.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm hungry. Might go to the mall," she said, slipping into her top, "This was fun. We should do this again some time."
"Darcy we can't tell anyone about this, understand?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever," she snorted.
Jane recovered quickly and grabbed Darcy's arm before she could open the door and make a break for it.
"Promise me and I want you to pay attention in class," she said this with a tone she didn't use before, Darcy took notice.
"Ok...I promise I'll be good," Darcy said, she turned her head to leave but not without kissing Jane on the cheek, she smirked and vanished.
Jane turned bright red; what had she done? She had sex with a student! She wasn't sure what to do! And a young woman no less? What if she had a chance at getting back with her boyfriend? She thought she was going to faint. She sat at her desk and tried to clean herself up, her matted sweaty hair in particular. She looked at all the empty desks in front of her and imagined all the girls in them the next morning. All of those beautiful girls. Those vuloptous young girls. She had this feeling at the pit of her stomach, this thought that came across her mind that shouldn't be that.
"One student at a time," she said catching her breath, "One student at a time."
To be continued!