Ellen “Ellie” LynchAppearance Model:
Manipulative. Analytic. Sexually Adventurous. Conniving. Background:
Born into a well to do, economically well-off family, Ellie had a childhood most kids would have dreamed of. Growing up, she almost always got what she wanted from her parents, who were always eager to make up for the time spent away from her on business trips. Every birthday, every Christmas, she always got what she wanted, and knew just how to do it. She learned at a young age what to say, how to act, how to behave, to guilt her parents and others around into getting what she wanted. As she became older, and wiser in the ways of her body, she began to use that too to get what she wanted.
Slut was a name that could have been attributed to her, and for the most part, she would have agreed with that. Sex was something she enjoyed, something that made her feel complete in a way nothing else could. It was a drug to her, her drug of choice. Yet after some time, it all just became too boring for her. The same old story. A song on repeat. She wanted more. She needed more. That is why she decided to take a little more risk in her personal life.
It started out as a harmless little thing, a way to pass the excruciatingly boring Health class at school. A part of her didn’t know what she was doing until later, when she actually caught her Health/P.E. Coach looking up her skirt while the class was forced to sit through some out of date PSA program. At first, she had to admit she was a little repulsed by the idea, yet the more and more she thought about it, the more and more the idea began to grow in her mind. A teacher… It was the kind of thing found in movies or smut stories, and yet, the thought of actually doing it became all the more exciting.
For weeks and weeks and weeks, she tortured him, teasing the bastard with her body. An extra button unbuttoned on her shirt. Not wearing a bra. Hiking up her skirt just a little higher than what was in the rules of the school. Uncrossing her legs and occasionally forgetting underwear. It went on and on until finally the two of them could not hold it much longer.
She’d never forget that day, when they were supposed to be doing P.E. exercises outside with the other instructors when she finally made her move. She could still remember the feel of his nervous, trembling hands through the thin material of her tight shorts over her ass while her hands worked up and down his chest in the darkness of the equipment shed. It was going perfect, better than she had ever imagined, when it all came crashing down around her.
All it took was one curious, pathetic Teaching Assistant came stumbling in upon the moment she had been building up for and anticipating for so long. She had never felt or seen a man’s hands move so quickly as she had that moment in the shed. Over and over she heard him say how sorry he was, but whether that was addressed to her, or the images of his family undoubtedly in his mind, was unclear. Ellie didn’t bother to try and talk him back into what they had started. She could see it in the tears in his eyes. Married men don’t gamble again like that when they lose.
"I shouldn’t have done this…" He kept saying over and over again, knowing the end of his career and family was so close.
Ellen didn’t say anything, but she couldn’t help but to feel the same way. She shouldn’t have done it either, she thought. All of the time and effort, all of the dedication she had put into it, had all been for nothing. A giant waste of time, despite the rush she felt from it.
The story, however, of a high school P.E. and Health Instructor, however, never did get out into the public. Her father and the school had seen to that. That was the end of her life in public school. She was plucked out of there right away, dragged off by her parents, and placed into one of the best private schools money could buy to finish her education.