Extracurricular Ch. 03

Oh fuck me, yes. Amazing. Gavin, you're a fucking bloody genius.

"I heard the dress-code was informal," she said, adopting all the spirit she could muster in her near-nakedness and challenging Josh with her stare.

"Turn around." Gavin's voice hardened. Amanda shot him a dagger-laden glance and spun about in her matching green heels. Her worked-out bum had swallowed most of the thong and was displayed in its magnificence. "Now that's what I call informal." Gavin's tone lightened again. "It must be quite something, Christina, to see a whole other side to your teacher. Speaking of which, what do you think of that ass?"

Christina's hand was at her mouth. Her reaction to her teacher's nudity and Gavin's impertinence was truly priceless. "I ... I ..."

"What do you think of your teacher's ass?" he reiterated, reaching down and caressing one of Amanda's buttocks with his palm. "Tell me."

"It's ... It's ... I think it's very pretty," Christina blurted out in desperation.

"You're right, it's very pretty. Firm and taut. Personally I think I'd opt for 'spankable'." He continued to fondle lightly. "That's the word I'd use above all others. I think this is an eminently spankable ass. Would you like to test that out, Christina? Would you like to know what it feels like under your palm? I've had some experience. It's quite a delicious sensation. Watch." His hand smacked once, sharp and hard, that smooth surface wobbling just discernibly as the teacher gasped. "See? Looks good, sounds good. Feels even better. Want to try?"

Christina stared at the bottom under discussion and then glanced around in panic. Josh smiled his enjoyment. The game was evil, but it was undeniably fun to watch.

Gavin laughed. "My apologies. I'm being a very wicked host. There'll be plenty of time for that later if you like. You can turn back around, Amanda."

"Thank you," she said, voice brittle and face flushed, as she put her front on display again. "You're ever the gentleman, Gavin."

"I do try." Amid his uncle's amusement there was clear admiration for the woman's feistiness.

Gavin slung the girls' coats over an armchair. "I think it's time we all had a drink and got better acquainted. I'd play the host, but Amanda here changed the venue at the last minute. She's been setting things up, making the place ambient, even though she's scarcely dressed for it. Darling, would you fetch the champagne?"

"Of course." The schoolteacher walked to the fridge with commendable poise, bourn up in high heels and with virtually everything on show. Josh gazed with delight on her firm straining bottom, as she bent to retrieve a magnum bottle from the fridge.

"Amanda bought this at my local off-licence," Gavin explained as he took the champagne from her and moved to where four fluted glasses stood on the kitchen island. "My treat, you understand, but she insisted on making the actual purchase. It's like she doesn't trust me. I allowed her to keep her coat on in the shop." Amanda's expression was one of calm disdain as he popped the cork and filled each glass fizzing to the brim. "I had to buy the flutes as well. She's very troublesome, this lady." He passed Amanda two of the glasses. "If you'd be so good as to serve my nephew ..."

It was a considerable thrill to have the siren of Holland Park school proffer him champagne in a micro-bikini, even if she looked like she could kill him along with his uncle once he'd drunk it. "Thank you." He took the glass and made sure she saw his gaze travelling down and back up her body. In heels she was a little under his height. "Now why didn't I ever have a teacher like you, Amanda? Christina here's a very lucky girl."

"Do you always think in clichés, Josh?" she asked, sipping and eyeing him boldly.

"Right now, my mind's full of clichés like you wouldn't believe," he said, making a point of staring at her tits. "I haven't decided yet how many I'm going to act on."

She looked for a moment like she might splutter champagne over herself, only just managing to control the impulse. "You like to think you're your uncle's nephew, don't you?"

"I'm getting prouder of him all the time," Gavin said, pressing a glass into her student's hand. "Drink with me, Christina," he told the blonde, her robust form appearing vulnerable, shadowed as it was by his towering proximity. She tipped the glass at her lips as he did and together they drank, gazes locked. "You like that?"

"Mm-hmm, it's ... it's good," she managed, and drank again to please him, or maybe because in spite of her circumstances she truly enjoyed the taste.

"The brand is Gosset," he informed her. "Slightly more up-market than this place would normally see, I'm guessing, but then your teacher didn't want to stay at mine. You might call it camera-shyness. Not that I was planning on filming tonight, but she wasn't taking any chances, not this time. I know you of all people appreciate why she might feel that way." Christina squirmed under his scrutiny and looked to Amanda, who was sublimating a mutinous response. "Which brings me," he said, "to our whole reason for being here. Why don't you ladies take a seat?" He indicated the sofa. The edge to his tone made clear it wasn't a suggestion. Following Amanda's lead, Christina sat. The two of them perched on the sofa's edge, one in a miniscule bikini, the other in that little black dress, a combined picture of cock-quivering delight.

"We've formed, my nephew and I, what we refer to as the Naughty Cheaters Club. It's exclusive, in fact it's been created specifically for this occasion and you two have been inducted as members. Maybe you'd like to explain, Josh?"

Josh had to contain his laughter. The club in question had been a joke improvised nights before over a few beers as they rallied back and forth ideas for this evening. He had to admire his uncle's cheek in bringing it up and was flattered that the subject had been tossed over to him.

"Yes," he said as the girls stared up at him, radiating anger and confusion respectively. "As we all know, you two are naughty cheats who fucked other men enthusiastically behind your partners' backs, those men being us. And, of course, there's highly entertaining footage of you both doing so. The club is all about you receiving your just deserts for your cheating crimes."

"With our intense physical gratification as a by-product," Gavin interjected.

"A very happy by-product. We're going to make sure you receive those deserts in full."

"Isn't this all a tad hypocritical?" Amanda's tone was acid.

"Not at all," Gavin explained. "Neither Josh nor I have made any profession of commitment to another person. You girls, however, both have, and Josh and I have found those commitments sadly wanting."

"So you're going to be punished," Josh said, "for one evening, by being made to do what it's clear you both want to do anyway."

"Which isn't really a punishment at all, is it, ladies?" Gavin pointed out, hand in pocket and swilling champagne. "I'd say you're getting off lightly."

"One evening and that's it," Josh affirmed. "You can view it as purging yourselves of your crimes and earning your way out of the club."

"All you have to do to extricate yourselves ..."

"... Is everything we tell you to do."

"Everything," Gavin asserted. "Without question or hesitation. Put simply, tonight we own both your lovely asses. And your mission is the total satisfaction of our cocks."

Amanda eyed Gavin with a stony face. Christina looked utterly confounded.

"Maybe," he said to the teacher, "you'd like to have a private word with your student in the kitchen?"

Josh observed her response, guessing that she had already agreed on this with Gavin. "Yes, of course," she said, rising and offering a hand to the younger girl, who took it mutely and rose from the sofa. "Christina, sweetheart, come with me a moment. We need to talk."

Josh watched the pair stroll to the kitchen area, one taking gentle charge of the other. He shared a smile with his uncle and together they raised their glasses. The toying with these girls had only begun and if Amanda thought she could take any element of control, she was going to find herself hugely mistaken. Both cheats were going to be truly chastened.

This was shaping up to be one epic fucking evening.

****

Your sins will find you out ... Hell, and sometimes they'll bite you full on the ass. Mandy knew that the green micro-bikini was not a coincidence. She had no clear recollection of having told Gavin about it, but maybe she had mentioned Mandy Summers at some point during their reckless evening, provided enough information for him to track down the photos online; the swimwear he had located was virtually identical to that from which she had stripped during her bygone shoot. Christ, he must have had a fucking boner when he purchased it, one from which, looking at his straining trouser crotch, he had not yet recovered.

She was still smarting from having to prepare the show house—adjust the thermostat, set the mood lighting, and arrange music on the stereo—in bikini and heels, while he watched her silently, the ghost of a smile on his lips. He had even made her put the coat back on so she could carry out a grand unveiling for his bloody nephew and poor Christina. The expression on the girl's face when the coat had come off ... She hadn't known where to look, and so she just stared. And now it fell to Amanda had to prep the girl, in the same scant costume, for what was next. She grabbed the champagne bottle, her only support in the circumstances.

"Have another glass," she said, and brooked no refusal when they were huddled, semi-shielded in a corner of the kitchen. "Go on, get that down. It'll help, trust me." She watched as Christina gulped the sparkling liquid, spluttering in reaction.

"Okay, honey?"

"Bubbles went up my nose. Sorry."

"That's okay. Take it slowly but drink it." Bloody hell ... The girl's sex appeal was indirectly proportionate to her street smarts. No wonder Josh had wanted to fuck her again so much, all that gauche eroticism she gave off at every turn she took. Had Amanda ever been this clueless? Possibly, but her sense of adventure hadn't been restricted by a dull boyfriend. She had learnt quickly. Well Christina with her dizzy-blonde vibe and her boob-enhancing cocktail dress was going to learn damned quickly tonight, that was for sure.

"Good," she said, when her hapless student had knocked back another half-glass on her insistence. She drank swiftly from her own glass. "We've been a pair of silly girls, haven't we?"

"Yes Miss." Christina's voice was mournful, but she sounded comforted to be stuck in the mess with her teacher. "Oh God, how did this happen? What are we going to do?"

"What we have to." There was no time here for drama and schoolgirl nonsense—some straight-talking was required. "Christina, look at me." The student did, no doubt relieved to avert her gaze from her teacher's stacked bosom. Her eyes were blue and beautiful and sparkling from the beginning of tears. She was a little stunner in that dress. "We know what got us into this," Amanda told her, "and it's the same thing that's going to get us out. No 'ifs', no 'buts'. I've thought it through, believe me, and they've got us where they want us. We're as good as fucked, both of us, so let's get on with it and let them have their fun. Be honest—neither of us were complaining about it last time. All we're doing is the same thing over again."

"But Miss," Christina protested in a hiss, "this is wrong. It shouldn't be happening, not like this. Not at all."

"No, it shouldn't." Amanda dropped her voice to match the level of her student's. "And sometime in the future I'm going to fuck over that bastard some way he and his cocky nephew won't ever forget. But for tonight ..." She laid a palm on Christina's cheek. "... The situation is what it is. We do what we have to, and we act like we enjoy it."

"Like we ..."

"You heard me. We don't give them the satisfaction of seeing us shocked. There's no way out, so we embrace it."

"But ... Miss ..."

"What are you truly frightened of Christina, that you might end up liking it for real?" The student's eyes stared wider. She looked lost. "Would that be such a bad thing? Best possible outcome, I'd say. Live the moment, chalk it up to experience. You can't help still fancying Josh, right? Even though you want to kill him."

"I suppose, yes." Christina was delectable in her misery.

"No more can I, his arrogant asshole of an uncle. I'll make him pay later. I'll make them both pay. But tonight, we swallow our pride, play their game, and play it to the full."

A shard of anger cut through Christina's confusion. "He shouldn't have done that, Miss. Made you ... Made you ..." She nodded to Amanda's bikini-clad body, her gaze flicking over it.

"Wear this? Wear it in front of you?"

"In front of me. And Josh."

"You're embarrassed to see me like this, aren't you?"

Christina reddened and nodded.

"You recognise it, don't you though?" Christina looked at her, shocked and more embarrassed than before. The truth was clear in the girl's face. "Oh come on, honey, don't tell me you didn't check it out online as soon as you left that day. Took a good look at Mandy Summers, it's not a crime. Here she is for real. She's kept it all pretty tight, don't you think?"

"Yes." The student's mortification was tempered with admiration, and she let her stare linger on her teacher's body. "Yes, she has."

"And you've seen me do more than pose in a bikini, right?" Shock again, but it gave way to acknowledgement more quickly this time. "You've seen my tape. And I've seen yours." She stroked Christina's face to calm the girl, staring into her brimming eyes. "And do you know what? You looked fabulous. Totally fucking hot. A beautiful sexy young woman, doing what came to her so naturally. Enjoying her body. They call us sluts ... Let them. Own it, sweetheart, 'cos all it means is we enjoy sex as much as they do."

"But we cheated ..." Christina moaned.

"And we're paying the price. Guilt serves us nothing tonight, baby, so when they throw it in our faces, we'll take it and keep going. Shameless is what we need to be. Shamelessness will get us out of this."

Christina's cheek was fevered beneath Amanda's touch, her body shivering and with more than fear. "We're so similar, you and me," she told her student. "We're both naughty curious girls and look at the trouble it's gotten us into. You know if we weren't teacher and student, I think we'd be really good friends, don't you, Christina?"

The response was the breathiest of whispers. "Yes. Yes, Miss, I do."

Damn that bastard, Amanda thought. He knew I'd love this. Love seducing her. And he knows how much I'll love fucking her and fucking with her. How much I'll enjoy her body and her mind ... She resisted giving in to the notion completely. It was damnably difficult, with Christina's curves all accentuated, her blond hair brushing her neck, the mascara threatening to run down her sweet face. She was, after all, going to be saving the girl from a much worse fate.

Damn him ...

"Come on, sweetheart," she said, kissing her student sweetly on the cheek. "The men are waiting. Let's go out there and show them what we've got."

* * * *

Maybe it was the surge of alcohol in her system, or maybe it was her teacher's steely defiance, but in that moment Christina's confidence resurfaced for the first time since Josh had shown her the film. If Miss Winter could display this much spirit when made to wear a sinfully small bikini, then she could find the same in herself to make it through the evening. There was even a hint of pride that she and Amanda were standing together, their solidarity more sisterly than that of student and teacher. And yes, she was a grown-up and she could do what she'd thought she could not—look on this woman in all her beauty without blushing. Miss was refusing to lose face, so they would be naked and proud together—braving all that their horny blackmailers had in store.

It made her tremble again, even as her stare locked with Amanda's. Fear—less of the control that had been taken from her, and more of that other emotion, the one her teacher was encouraging her to embrace. The one her conscience so much wanted to deny.

"Okay, enough girl-talk. You're wanted in here."

Josh's voice was cheery and brim-full of expectation. His words shocked Christina out of her reverie. Oh God, this was real. This was happening.

Miss Winter reached out and squeezed her hand. Even close to naked the woman had a teacherly reassurance. Then she leaned close and whispered into her ear with an intimacy that made the student shudder. "You've no real idea what's going to happen out there, do you?"

"No. No, I don't."

"And that excites the hell out of you, doesn't it?"

Miss Winter had called her on it and the truth made her want to weep. "Yes."

Amanda led the way, her hot ass swaying, fingers reaching behind to link with her student's as they returned. Josh's gaze was all over them both as they passed. Gavin McClain was seated on the sofa, one leg thrown across the other in an attitude of supreme relaxation. "I thought a change of music was appropriate—something less bland," Josh said, following them inside; he toned down the lighting slightly, before throwing himself into the armchair opposite his uncle. "Something a bit more dance-y."

The jazz was gone, replaced by a house-mix the same or similar to that Josh had played her in the car. Base rumbled through Christina, complimenting her thudding heart; the effect seemed to stir up the alcohol's fumes so that she became momentarily giddy, glad of her teacher's grip on her hand. The air was thick with electronic noise and scary possibilities.

"Go ahead, girls," Gavin said. "Dance for us. We're watching."

Amanda took her other hand to provide added support. Caught between the gazes of their two voyeurs, their bodies bathed in the room's soft lighting, Christina and Miss Winter swayed to the rhythm.

It was tricky at first in heels and under scrutiny from both sides of the room. The younger girl kept her back turned to Josh and focused on the music's syncopated beats, letting its trance-y effects envelop her. She was dancing, like at a sexy club, only with her beloved modern languages teacher nearly naked before her. How unutterably surreal.

Amanda let go her hands and moved independently with a graceful slink, triangles of bikini-top clinging to her melon-like breasts, her nipples bristling against the tight fabric. The soft bounce of that gorgeous bosom as she danced was mesmerising in itself and the student gave herself up to the sight, till she caught the sly smile on her teacher's face and felt her blush return. Amanda palmed and squeezed her own breasts, biting her lips in mock-ecstasy, her eyes challenging Christina to look away. The schoolgirl did not, smiling instead at her mentor's brazenness, embracing the moment, and loving her dance-partner's shame-free exploration of her own body. What poise, what confidence ...

"I think the student is overdressed," Gavin commented. His voice, cutting through the music, made Christina jump. "What do you think, Josh?"

"I agree. I think her teacher should help her out of that sexy black number."

Christina's pulse quickened. Rhythm and synthesised music had allowed her to lose herself for a moment. She looked to Amanda who nodded, eyes staring expectantly; there was a hint of sympathy, but significantly more expectation. Blood was pounding in her ears along with the beat from the stereo as she turned about, proffering her back. Lacquered fingernails brushed her skin as Amanda unclipped her dress, then drew the zipper all the way down to the base of her spine. With a touch so light it made her tingle, the spaghetti straps were drawn away from her shoulders.