3WW "Teacher's Pet"

The words over at Three Word Wednesday are loud, persuasive and riches.

Teacher’s Pet
“Scotch bonnet. Persuasive. Trombone. Haberdashery.

Mason Locke tumbled the words across his tongue, pitched them to the roof of his mouth and chewed on them like chalk, with a distasteful crunch. A nervous habit when stressed.

“Mr. Locke, are you still with us today?”

“Cajole. Risqué. Harlequin. Troubadour.

“I’m, uh, formulating my response.”

“Ah, yes, I see. Take your time. How about you Ms. Talbot? Perhaps you have some thoughts on the matter at hand?”

“I’m speaking here,” Mason said. “It is my floor to respond.”

The professor bounced a fountain pen across his teeth and waved his hand through the air, both gestures Mason found truly and so typically annoying of the man, his arrogance loud and clear. Blood rose into Mason’s cheeks. His heart pounded in his chest.

“Solitude. Truant. Febrile. Scabbard. Dullard.

“Well, Mr. Locke?”

“The Germans had it all wrong. I mean art that changes the basic principles of society because they felt it, then painted it? Art is art, something you look at, buy prints of, hang in all the obvious places, then brag to your friends that you know more than they do about grotesque methods of an Otto Mueller or Erich Heckel.”

Mason punctuated the last few words of the statement with extra gusto, knowing the professor had done his doctoral thesis on the very post-war German Expressionist artists he poked. “I have a 2-year-old niece who finger-paints better than Heckel.”

An uneasy laughter when through the classroom, the students sensing that they may have witnessed a distinct dis of a tenured, wool-clad educator at the hands of a bespeckled, scrawny, oily-haired freak.

“Yes, well, an interesting point, Mr. Locke, but one that doesn’t take into account what the horrors of war did to the movement, did to the men – the very artists you mentioned – and to German society as a whole. And I should like to meet this niece of yours one day soon, as she certainly sounds like she’s something of a prodigy.”

“Nuanced. Leveraged. Guano. Jettison.

Mason Locke was saved by the bell, saved from further ridicule, as the swarm of underclassmen scurried from the room with cockroach haste.

Or so he thought. As he dug for headphones in his backpack, the professor came up behind him, silent, and put his hands across his shoulders.

“A word please, Mr. Locke, after the others have left?”

The words were a soft whisper across the nape of Mason’s neck, the very tip of his now-red-tinted earlobe.

Mason stiffened, waited as the last of the students gave a casual glance back and snickered.

“Mason, why must you openly challenge me in class?” the professor demanded, then ran his tongue lightly across Mason’s ear, plunging the wet tip into the canal. “You know I detest when anyone challenges me. But I admit, with you, it does bring with it the riches of  sexual arousal. My God, Mason, I want you this instant.”

The professor squeezed Mason’s ass cheeks with both hands.

Mason’s head swam as he came to the realization that he was embarrassingly – and quite fully aroused.

“Faggot. Queer.  Twink. Homosexual.

19 comments:

jaerose said...

The story is first class (as ever)..subtle..hues of dark..passion..the messy business of life..I also thought I got a clear glimpse of you as a writer and the fountain of words you are able to conjur up..Jae ;)

Kim Nelson said...

The Tourette's strikes again? Wow, Thom!

oldegg said...

The interesting thing in the beautiful piece of writing is how aware the others in the class are of this liaison. In my experience there will be someone that would have picked up some subtle nuance and stored it away. There is trouble in store I feel, but love, lust and passion can be so blind.

Fear Not the Darkness but What lies Within said...

Subtle and surprising all at once.Very well written Thom

Aden said...

Wow, I loved the ending. Well done!

Old Altonian said...

Not quite my cup of tea I'm afraid, but extremely well written.

VL Sheridan said...

Wow. Great piece. Love the ending.

Deanna Schrayer said...

Some great turns of phrase here Thom, I especially like "cockroach haste".

earlybird said...

This was great. Lots of punch. Particularly the ending - I certainly didn't see that coming.

versebender said...

Definitely keeps the reader's attention until the end. Was slow to pickup the clues the first time through...like watching "The Sixth Sense" for the first time. Anyway, round about way of saying good job. Vb

Donna Hole said...

Love the word play; and the debate. Way cool.

Dang, I seriously need to get back into 3ww. I miss it . .

.....dhole

Peter Dudley said...

You had me at Scotch bonnet, but I fell completely under your spell with the chewing of the words like chalk. Good god man, but you've got a command of this writing thing.

Dee Martin said...

well that was different. I didn't see it coming at all...will have to go back and read again. Awesome and different. You really seem to be stretching :)

rmpWritings said...

disturbing, but well crafted. an intriguing tale.

Deborah said...
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JanePoet ~ Deborah said...

As one who works in academia I found this interesting for both the setting and, of course, your storyline. Wonderful!

trisha said...

nice teacher! a well crafted story but i think teachers are bound to act like teachers and they certainly should not disrespect the trust society lies on them by handing their children over to them.

:(

i know i am old-fashioned but not embarassed for that.

trisha
http://sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com

Grandma's Goulash said...

I could clearly see how the story would end, when I read it for the second time. :P

So well written. It's always a pleasure to check out your latest tale and this week's was no exception.

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