The Price of Fame [OC; m/f; hanging; con]

“Can I help you, sir? You are aware that the classrooms are off limits to visitors?” The teacher's voice from the side corridor made Saaya pause on her way to a quick smoke break between classes, silently approaching instead.

She recognised the blonde with the ponytail and glasses wearing the almost archetypical 'hot teacher' skirt and blouse, the latter quite tight around her chest, as Ms Peele, standing opposite a tall, muscular man with brown hair in a remarkably generic short cut wearing plain, but well-fitting trousers and a jacket. “If you're here for the graduation ceremony, the assembly hall is that way. Otherwise if you don't have any reason to be here, I must ask you to leave, the school grounds are not open to the public.”

Huh. What was he doing here, especially today? Though he was not at all unattractive, quite the opposite. And actually... It looked like the man didn't have any good excuse, and a thought formed in Saaya's mind, so before Ms Peele could throw him out or even call security, she acted quickly. “Daddy! There you are.”

Quickly approaching the two, she gave the man a quick hug, just hoping he'd be either surprised or smart enough to just go along with her. “Hi, Ms Peele. Daddy's here to pick me up. Sorry, he can be kinda scatterbrained sometimes. Did you forget again?” Leaving neither of them much time to react, Saaya took the man's hand, all but dragging him after her. “My classroom is this way. Come on.”

Thankfully Ms Peele seemed to not care enough to go after them, so Saaya lead the man around another two corners, indeed in the general direction of her classroom, before heading for a fire exit instead, the alarms linked to it long since turned off to facilitate smoke or quickie breaks for teachers and students alike. They left the main building, making their way to a slightly out-of-the-way toilet on the back wall of the gym, that had since been replaced with newer facilities inside the building, but been left standing for a distinctly different use, as evidenced by some of the graffiti on the walls, the gloryholes in the walls of the first stall, and the empty pack of condoms on the floor.

But thankfully it seemed like no one else was here at the moment, so Saaya pushed the man in the farthest stall, locking the door behind them before finally giving him a moment to breathe. “...Okay,” he spoke up after a moment. “what was that about?”

“I just saved you from Ms Peele getting you in trouble. She can be pretty bossy if she wants to be. Also I'm Saaya.”

“...Wayne.” He returned the introduction. “And I appreciate that. I'll admit I tried to sneak in here to see the graduation ceremony, but I didn't quite think things through, apparently.”

“Not really.” Saaya giggled. “But I think I have a proposal that's gonna benefit the both of us. Though first, let me sweeten the deal a bit.” Wayne didn't say anything, but he didn't protest either, so she gently pushed him into the corner besides the door, rubbing him through his pants for a couple of seconds before kneeling down, ignoring how the floor was probably far from the cleanest thing right now. Opening Wayne's zipper, Saaya reached into his underpants to pull out his dick, that even though he wasn't entirely hard yet was already pretty big.

Stroking him a few more times, she took off her tie, hanging it over the handle of the door before opening her blouse enough to free her chest, just pulling her bra down out of the way to fully reveal her large, yet firm breasts with small dark areolae, her nipples hard less so in expectation of what she was about to do, but the prospect of what it was gonna help her achieve.

Stroking him a little longer until he was completely hard, Saaya dripped some spit onto Wayne's dick and her breasts before shifting her position a little to completely engulf it between them. Then she started to both rock her upper body back and forth a bit as well as moving and rubbing her breasts, noticing how Wayne quickly started moving along and counterpoint to her to really fuck her tits.

Slowly increasing her speed, Saaya soon started panting both from the effort and the stimulation to her rather sensitive breasts, changing her grip a bit to play with her nipples; if she'd had a hand free she most definitely would've started rubbing her pussy too, but right now this would have to suffice. But in turn she could hear Wayne's slowly increasing breath as well, occasionally slightly gasping or shuddering in pleasure as well.

Within only minutes Wayne started to tense, and Saaya could tell he was already nearing the edge; normally right around this point she would have slowed down, and played around some more, maybe see how long he could last her teasing, but right now they were on a bit of a timer, so instead she kept at it, only briefly pausing to sensually let some more spit run down her chin and onto her breasts before carrying on full speed.

Just a handful seconds later Wayne shuddered and let out a poorly-suppressed groan as he came, Saaya not even interrupting her movements as he shot several hot loads right onto her breasts, some of it splattering almost up to her collarbone, but spreading most of it evenly all over her cleavage and his dick. Continuing until Wayne was completely finished and starting to wind down, and a good few seconds after that, Saaya finally pulled back, briefly taking him in her mouth as far as she could to clean his dick off with her tongue, just swallowing the residue, then standing up, her breasts, now covered in a nice layer of sticky cum, still on full display. “Okay, let's talk.”

“Not that I don't appreciate it – both this and the help before –“ Wayne remained rather collected, drying himself off with some toilet paper “but what are you up to?”

“It's easy, really. You want to see the graduation, and I wanna be part of it.” The prestigious Elwood Academy's yearly graduation ceremony was one of the biggest and most famous of its kind, with several graduates of the all-girls school, frequently including daughters of politicians, wealthy businessmen, or celebrities, killing themselves in a very elaborate and erotic display on their graduation day, in the process not only bringing fame and attention to themselves and their families, but also copious amounts of money to the academy.

“I'm already eighteen, but I still got one more year. But I don't wanna wait, and as long as I make it up on the stage, mum and dad won't mind if I took a shortcut either. And that's where you come in.” Saaya continued as Wayne raised an eyebrow. “If you pass off as my dad for today, you can help me get into the ceremony, and I'll be your excuse to watch the whole show. Plus, the parents get to take the bodies with them afterwards, and I'm sure mum and dad won't mind you keeping me for a few hours to make use of my body before returning me. It's a win-win, really.”

“That seems simple enough. But do you really think it's going to be this easy to get you in there at the last minute, without any kind of credentials?”

“...I'm sure we'll think of something, right?”

“If you say so.” Wayne still seemed rather dubious. “I owe you to at least try something, but if we get caught and you end up expelled or something, that's not my problem, got that.”

“Sure, whatever. Let's go.” Wiping the worst of Wayne's cum off her breasts with some toilet paper, Saaya got fully dressed again, as did Wayne, and they left the toilet, Saaya leading the way to her dorm, trying to think of a good plan. “Hm... what if we say there's been a computer error and I was removed from the list for the ceremony.”

“Don't they have records on paper too? Like, you know, your graduation report?”

“Good point. ...Maybe I don't even need to be part of the ceremony and it's gonna be enough if you create some distraction so I can just rush on the stage and-”

“I'm not sure what you're intending to do, but need I remind you that interfering with the graduation ceremony is a serious offence, young lady?” The voice made both of them start, spinning around to find themselves face to face with Ms Peele. “And you,” she turned to Wayne, who tensed, seemingly getting ready to just cut and run. “I looked up Saaya's father, and you're not Mr. Irie.”

“M-Ms Peele, we-”

“Save it. This deception alone would be enough to have you escorted off the premises by security and Saaya immediately expelled, not to mention whatever else you're planning. ...However,” Ms Peele continued after a dramatic pause. “I may be able to ignore all of this, given the right motivation.”

“What motivation? My parents have a bunch of money, so if-”

“Nothing from you.” Ms Peele cut Saaya off. “However your 'father' is quite attractive I must say.” Her voice was quickly shifting from strict teacher to far more sensual. “And I haven't had any good sex in a while. So if he were to 'persuade' me, I might just look the other way. Or even help you.”

After a moment's deliberation Wayne nodded. “I gotta fuck you? Sure. Can you help Saaya to get into today's graduation ceremony?”

“You need to satisfy me.” Ms Peele corrected him. “Also you can call me Emily.”

“Wayne.”

“A pleasure.” Surely. The woman already sounded pretty eager to get into Wayne's pants. “However I'm afraid there's no easy way to get her into the ceremony on such short order and without any credentials.”

“I told you. Sorry.”

“But.” Again with the dramatic pausing. “...Even if you're not going to be on the big stage, I can think of another way for you to graduate early.” Ms Peele looked around to check for onlookers, even if there was no one around. “But let's head for your dorm first so we can talk in private.”

***

“Here we are.” Saaya opened the door to her dorm, the reasonably spacious room furnished with a standard bed, desk, two chairs and wardrobe, featuring red and pink flower motifs on the carpet, blinds and blanket, as well as posters of what was probably some boyband. “What's the camera for, Ms Peele?”

“Like I said, you're not getting on the stage, much less into any actual recording of the ceremony. However if you kill yourself here and I tape it, I might be able to get that footage onto some of the compilations; no one will notice a little more data to edit.” Yeah, right.

“Huh. That's a really good idea, thanks. ...So, now what?” Saaya asked after a moment and Emily had to suppress the urge to facepalm.

“What do you think? We set up the camera, you can put up a little show if you want, then you kill yourself while Wayne fucks me. I'd suggest a hanging; you probably have a scarf or at least some wire here, and that way neither of us I need to appear in the recording, just to avoid any suspicions whatsoever.”

“Good point.” Wayne added, quickly scanning the room. “Is the fan going to hold?”

“Yes.” Emily placed the camera on Saaya's desk, supporting it with a notebook to angle it upwards a little. After all the school had paid some good money for not only the actual fans, but also the fixtures anchoring them in the ceiling to be sturdy enough to hold the weight of a person dropping into them.

“Will this do?” Rummaging behind her desk, Saaya had produced an extension cord, though instead of a proper noose had just tied it in a large loop. Odds were this way her death was going to be longer and more painful, but not that that was Emily's issue.

“Sure.” She just shrugged as Saaya got up on one of the chairs to hang her not-noose over the fan and tug at it a little before nodding.

“Um, Ms Peele, you said I can give a show before, right?”

“If you have to.”

“I've always wanted to do this sort of thing, and now is kind of my last chance.”

“Sure. Just don't take too long, I need to be there for the ceremony. ...And so can you, if you're good.” She added with a side glance at Wayne.

After inspecting the camera and adjusting the angle a little, Saaya turned it on, then hurried out of frame, only to walk into its view again, slowly and with a rather emphasised sway in her hips as she positioned herself right in the middle of the room, the noose already conspicuously in frame as well. With a coy smile she did a slow twirl before unbuttoning her blouse one by one, however still leaving it loosely on and instead opening her skirt and dropping it around her ankles to reveal some light blue expensive-looking velvet panties.

Slowly stretching her arms over her head and arching her back to push out her chest, Saaya finally dropped her blouse to the floor to reveal a similarly-coloured bra, before elegantly tossing both the blouse and her skirt to the side with her foot, in the process showing off a pair of white spots of half-dried cum she apparently hadn't quite cleaned up earlier, one on the left side, a little below her collarbone and the other, slightly larger, one right at the top of her cleavage. Emily raised an eyebrow as she noticed; hopefully the girl hadn't milked Wayne completely dry.

However judging from the visible bulge in his pants and Wayne intently watching Saaya as she approached the camera with a smile, leaning forward with her arms pushing her chest from the side to emphasise her breasts – and the cum stains thereon – even more, there probably wouldn't be any problem.

Returning to the middle of the room, Saaya stood on her tiptoes to barely reach the noose, holding on to it as she posed and stretched some more before letting go to undo her bra, freeing her breasts with a bounce as she discarded the bra as well, her quite firm but supple breasts, slightly swaying and following her every movement as she slowly pulled the chair back into the picture, leaning far forward to let her breasts hang freely and present her panties directly to the camera. On closer inspection they seemed to be just a little damp around the middle, and Emily absent-mindedly started slowly rubbing herself through her skirt, she was most definitely gonna enjoy Saaya's final performance.

Saaya made a small show of sitting on the chair before slowly climbing up to stand on it, crossing her arms under her breasts as she briefly put her neck through the noose, actually briefly miming to jump off and dangle for a few seconds before pulling back with a giggle, stepping from the chair again. As the girl continued slowly posing and dancing, Emily just couldn't stand it any longer and, moving right beside Wayne, opened his pants to pull out his dick, slowly stroking it up and down with one hand as the other reached past her own waistband to more directly rub herself as well, but apart from a brief mildly surprised glance Wayne continued paying attention to Saaya.

However it looked like Saaya was about to finish her performance for real as she climbed the chair again, placing the noose around her neck and adjusting it, her toes right over the edge of the seat as she gave a final wave to the camera, then stepped off the edge, kicking the chair away.

After a only a few centimetres Saaya fell into the noose with a gasp, the fan easily holding her as expected. Seeming rather poorly mentally prepared, she immediately started wildly kicking and flailing, reaching for the noose in a vain attempt to free herself, but all she achieved was her breasts swaying and bouncing rather beautifully, the sexy display enough to stretch Emily's patience past its breaking point.

Rather hastily taking off her blouse and bra to free her breasts, not quite as large as Saaya's but still big and firm enough, Emily pulled down her completely damp panties before turning to Wayne, opening his jacket and taking it off to reveal a very tight black t-shirt perfectly showing off his defined muscles underneath, as well as the borders of a tribal design tattoo on his neck and upper arm.

Pulling down Wayne's pants a bit, Emily pushed him into the chair he was standing next to, leaning over him to run her fingers over his abs and chest, enjoying his physique through the thin fabric, before briefly kneeling down and to take his dick as far up her throat as she could, covering it in her saliva. Getting up again, she turned around to find Saaya still dancing beautifully, her face deeply red by this point – and her expression seeming slightly annoyed at the lack of attention she was getting, but too bad.

Holding open her pussy with one hand, Emily steadied Wayne's dick with the other, lowering herself onto him with a moan before starting to slowly move up and down, feeling Wayne shift his position a little to thrust into her as well, quickly picking up speed. Meanwhile Saaya continued fighting, her legs still futilely kicking as her hands started clawing at the noose around her neck, to little more effect than leaving bloody scratch marks on her skin, letting out desperate choked gasps.

Wayne reached around Emily from behind, starting to caress her breasts, squeezing them with just enough force and playing with her nipples to make her gasp and moan, increasing her speed a little more to the point she was almost bouncing on top of him, only further aroused by the show Saaya was putting on for them, her struggles – and suffering – undiminished, tears streaming down her face.

However over the next few minutes Saaya seemed to already weaken, her movements slowing down and her pained gasps barely audible, especially about Emily's own moans only growing louder. But the girl was still making a remarkable effort to hold on, still kicking and her breasts still bouncing beautifully, and Emily felt she wasn't going to last much longer.

But neither was Saaya, and soon enough her struggles were replaced by only weak twitches and shudders, before she went completely limp, her tongue hanging from the corner of her mouth and a bit of drool running down her chin, and a few moments later the telltale dark stain grew on her panties as a stream of pee ran down her legs, dripping on the carpet.

The girl's final display was enough to push Emily over the edge and speeding up once more, she came only a little later, shamelessly moaning as she shuddered in climax, and a few seconds later she could feel Wayne follow suit, tensing and embracing her from behind as he shot several hot loads into her pussy.

Panting heavily, the two took a couple minutes to wind down before Emily got off Wayne, turning off the camera before pulling up the other chair. “That was ...good. I think I can see past you being here without authorisation.”

“That's good to hear.” Wayne smirked. “I'd hate to have to run right after meeting such a lovely woman.”

“Oh? In that case, surely you wouldn't mind accompanying me to the ceremony as well, staff get to bring a '+1'.”

“If you're offering, I'd greatly appreciate that.” Wayne got up, putting on his pants again. “But isn't it due to start at 3 AM? We should get going.”

“Right.” Emily gathered her discarded underwear and got dressed, picking up the camera before turning to leave, giving one last glance to Saaya's lifeless body, her face smudged with tears and run makeup, bits of drool and cum on her breasts and a wet spot on her panties. After the ceremony she probably should give the janitor a heads-up.

“I've been meaning to ask,” Wayne said as they left the dorm. “Are you actually going to try and get that recording into the official compilation?”

“No way. The editors are far too on point, they'd definitely notice a show this sexy. Maybe I'll upload it to the internet. ...Is that a problem?”

“Not at all.” Wayne shrugged. “Just had to be sure, the idea did seem a little impractical from the get-go. Whatever, let's go to the ceremony.”