As the bell rang for third period, Rachel slipped into the auditorium, heading for the stage. As soon as she slipped into the wings, she felt a presence behind her.
"Come sit." He moved to a chair, well out of sight, and sat down, patting his lap.
Rachel screwed up her face in shame and disgust, and gingerly sat down on his lap.
"Uh-uh. Facing me."
As she stood and turned around, he unzipped his jeans and freed his cock so when she straddled him she felt it against her sex through her panties. She shuddered and closed her eyes, willing herself not to vomit, and a tear slipped down her cheek.
"Just…can we get this over with?"
He held the baggie above his head, his back arched so it was just out of reach. "Dance."
"What?" She asked incredulously. "What the hell do you mean?"
"Dance. Grind on my lap, Rachel." He moved his own hips suggestively and pressed against her harder.
Rachel closed her eyes tighter, and moved against him, grinding. She felt him harden and her stomach churned when he pushed her aside a little to slip a condom on.
"Can't I just…"
"You want this," he shook the bag, "you earn it."
Rachel nodded shakily and he pushed aside her panties and positioned himself at her entrance, grabbing onto her hips and pulling her down on top of him. Rachel bit her lip and whimpered as he moved inside her.
When his guard dropped Rachel grabbed the bag out of his hands, and used her nail to scoop some out and inhaled. Luckily she'd never fully come down from the 'taste' he'd given her just a period before. The bump she now snorted jacked her back up and she was blissfully oblivious to what the man under her was doing to her. Suddenly, he was groaning, and he grunted hard, then relaxed in his seat. She felt him slip out of her, now limp, and she reached up her skirt, fixing her panties.
"Thanks for the blow," she said quietly before running out of the auditorium.