The Interview Room Ch. 01

The police sergeant toed open the door to the interview room and stepped in, carefully holding two thin, plastic cups of steaming coffee. With an awkward mule-like kick, he shut the door and placed the two brimmed cups on the table, one beside his note-paper, and one directly in-front of me.

As the steam piped from the coffee, he sat down at the table, facing me, and opened his large "Incident Report" notebook.

"So take it from the beginning, Sir. This interview is not being taped, I will simply be taking down the salient points and it will be kept strictly confidential. In court you will simply be known as 'Victim A', all right?"

I nodded silently in agreement, and thought back through the whole episode, trying to figure the best place to begin.

"What day is it?" I asked.

"Today? It's Friday. The 6th"

I continued. "Well it was on Wednesday when I landed in trouble for not doing the home-work that she set us last week. To be honest, I had totally forgotten about it, because I hadn't written it down, and I only remembered when one of the guys mentioned it at lunchtime before it was due. I tried to get some of it done, during the lunch break, but the bell rang before I could even get anything substantial down on paper."

"So she put you on detention for that?" he asked before sipping at his coffee.

"Well, that, and for trying to lie my way out of it." I admitted.

"We've all been there, I'm afraid" He joked, trying, no doubt, to put me at ease with the situation I had found myself in.

"So, at the end of the day, straight after rugby, I headed back to the school and made my way up to Miss Kirkby's classroom. The door was locked so I waited for about fifteen minutes before going to the staff room to check there. When I knocked there was no immediate response, so I thought the staff had all gone home, but just as I began to walk away I heard Miss Kirkby shouting "Just a minute". So I waited for a while and the door flew suddenly open and she looked a bit dishevelled. I thought she'd been sleeping or something, and she seemed kinda surprised to see me there. She asked me what I wanted and I reminded her that she had put me on detention earlier."

"She had forgotten? Sounds like she doesn't play by her own rules." The sergeant remarked. I could sense from his tone he was getting a little bored, but I wanted to make sure he understood the context of the events which followed.

"So she gave me the key to her classroom and told me to go up and wait for her there while she finished whatever she was doing in the staff room. I went up, let myself in and sat there for about 5 or 10 minutes, trying to work out what I'd have to do for ignoring the home-work assignment. When she walked in, she stood by the open door, looking at me as if she hadn't even thought of anything for me to do yet. At first, I got the impression she was feeling cold because she was holding her blouse tightly closed at the top, but I later discovered that was just because she had lost a couple of buttons in the staff room.

"She told me to take out my Shakespeare book and, as I wasn't so good at lying earlier, she said she I needed to improve my acting skills."

"She got you to acting out Shakespeare plays?"

"Kinda, I had to do a few soliloquies and we did a couple of dialogues, but we got into a small argument over how one of them was supposed to be delivered. Apparently, I had said it in a particular way which changed the meaning of whatever it was we were talking about, but I argued I couldn't follow what Shakespeare was trying to say when he wrote it in such flowery language."

"You mean, English?" He interrupted dryly. I could tell he was getting fed up now. He wasn't even writing any of this down.

"I asked her if she would ever write a play in that style and she told me that she actually does write screenplays, but "certainly not in that style" she said."

"What's this got to do with anything?" He asked bluntly.

"Well when I asked her what she wrote, she began to blush and went very quiet for a few minutes. She looked at me with a kind of wry smile, and leaned down to pull a document out of the case beside her desk. She hesitated a bit, before placing it on my desk and walked back to her chair without saying anything."

The cop's coffee was cooling down to a more sensible temperature, and as he was about to take another sip, he asked, "What was the document? Another play?"

"The front cover just had the words "The Red Lighthouse: Episode 4" written on it."

As soon as I said it, the policeman choked and spluttered on his coffee, dropping the cup on his lap and emptying hot white coffee over his already-stained and crushed uniform. He stood up quickly, knocking his chair back, and grabbed his paperwork before any more damage could be done.

"Um... OK... uh... Right, we'll stop the interview there, and ...eh... I'll be back in a while... uh... wait here, I'll be right back."

I sat patiently while he waddled out of the interview room holding the sodden material away from his legs.

By the time he returned, in a clean and crisply pressed set of pants, I had finished my coffee, and had read all the crime-related posters and drug/ drink/ abuse leaflets pinned to the wall around the interview room.

"So, you were saying... " he resumed "...Your teacher writes the Red Lighthouse Series?"

"You have heard of it?" I asked

"Well... It's on TV... I mean, It's... I've heard some colleagues talking about it... It's not something I would watch, myself... I mean, I've heard of it, yes."

I had to smile. "Well this was the first I had heard of it. I opened the document she handed me and almost straight away realised what kind of screen play it was. I looked up at her for clues as to what I should do with it. She told me to read some of it aloud. My acting was still being assessed."

At last the cop was taking notes.

"I began to read the script, taking the role of Derek, the lead character, in the scene's dialogue. She knew it word for word, of course, and could say her part while looking right at me. As the topic of the script began to heat up, I felt uneasy about carrying on."

"Was it turning you on?" Asked the sergeant. I got the sense it was doing something for him.

"Yes, it was... especially when I heard Miss Kirkby say the word "cunt". I didn't expect her to say it, even though I could see it was right there on the page. She just spoke the whole line... "Have you ever experienced the cunt of an older woman, Derek?" She knew it was turning me on too, and from the way she ran her hands inside the top of her partly-unbuttoned blouse I could see she was feeling it as well."

The policeman sat back in his chair and crossed his legs while trying to remain professional and objective to the situation. "Was she using the play as a way to get close to you?"

"Well, I was feeling so uncomfortable that, when I felt myself getting hard, I thought I should stop it, so I just closed the booklet and said, I didn't think we should continue. That's when she stood up, walked over to my desk, and leaned over it, letting her blouse open slightly wider and giving me a clear view of her cleavage. Her face was just about an inch away from mine when she said, "If you want to stop, we can stop, but I don't think you really want to, do you?" and she glanced down at my pants so I knew, that she knew, that I was turned on by her.

"I couldn't say anything. Even though I wanted to, I couldn't get any words out. I just stared into her eyes before she leaned closer and kissed me. She put a hand around the back of my head and pressed harder against my mouth. I didn't know how to react, and didn't give much resistance. I just sat there with my hands on the desk as she pressed her tongue into my mouth."

"Have you ever been kissed like that before?" He asked. I struggled to see the relevance of the question.

"Not by my teacher. After she pulled back from the kiss she took my hand and lead me out of the classroom and along to the Art department. They keep all the props for the school plays there, and she grabbed a set of chains and used them to chain me onto one of the big drawing tables. I played along at first, because, I was already in enough trouble, and I felt that as long as we were still dressed it would be OK to have only kissed, so I let her play around.

"The thing is, though, that as soon as I was restrained she started to unbutton my shirt, and run her hands over my body. She told me how she liked us rugby boys because we kept ourselves in good shape. When she began to unbuckle my pants, I tried to struggle but the chains restricted my movement too much. I felt totally vulnerable when she yanked my pants and shorts down to my ankles. But she then stood up and walked out of the classroom. I thought I was going to be left there until the other students and teachers would arrive the next morning, but she came back a few minutes later with a scarf and blindfolded me. I heard her walk away again, and could hear her talking, I guess, on a phone. I couldn't hear what she said, but it was about half an hour later when she came back in with someone else. I could hear them both giggling quietly, but I couldn't work out who the other woman was, or distinguish between the two.

"I felt feathers run up and down my legs and silk material was gently pulled across the exposed parts of my body. They teased me until my cock was standing erect. They flicked it and slapped it around, and sometimes gave it a couple of jerks. I felt something cold pour onto my chest, and one of the women licked at it. It smelled like fruit juice or something. At one point Miss Kirkby kissed me again and asked me if I was enjoying it. I told her no, and they both went quiet. She asked me if I was serious and I said, yes, I wanted it to stop. They never said anything for ages, and then I felt a hand grab my dick and start wanking it hard. I shouted out, "NO! STOP IT!" and tried to wriggle out of it, but the hand was too strongly clasped around it. I gave in and stopped writhing, realising there was nothing I could do. They just wanted to see me ejaculate, so I resigned to it, and realised it was the first time that I was jerked off by somebody else. The hand strokes intensified and I soon felt myself about to cum. Before I could say anything I shot my load and could feel it land on my chest, and stomach. The rest of it ran down over the hand and rested on my hips. The two of them licked some of it off me, and one of them took my penis in their mouth to suck on it as it went limp.

"They left me for a while and I could here them muttering out in the hallway, before Miss Kirkby came back to clean me up. She re-dressed me, unhitched the chains and sat me up on the table before removing the blindfold. She looked different. Her eyes seemed darker and bigger than before. She had a kinda weird expression on her face too. While before she was looking very sultry and sexy, now she just looked a bit crazy. She apologized for everything, said she was high and had made a terrible mistake, but asked if I could forgive her and give her a ride home. I didn't say anything, and she broke down in tears as I stood up and tried to compose myself.

"I said I'd give her a ride, but told her not to say anything to anyone about it. I asked who else was there, but she just said she was a friend who wouldn't say anything to anyone about it.

"We gathered our things and she said she wanted to stop by the staff room before going home. We both went in and she picked up what was clearly a lesbian porn magazine from the table, and stuffed in in her case and quickly sprayed her perfume around the room.

"I didn't say anything as we got into my car and we drove to her place across town. She just told me when to turn and where to stop. When we arrived, she didn't get out of the car. She asked me again to forgive her. I told her I needed time to understand what had happened. She sat in the passenger seat looking at the floor. I stepped out of the car and walked round to her side and opened her door. She didn't move. I took her hand and practically pulled her out of the car. She looked pathetic as she stood motionless by her gate, so I put an arm around her and walked her to her door. After she opened the door she put her arms around me and cried on my shoulder. It was hard to believe it was the same woman who seduced me a couple of hours before.

"I asked if she'd be all right and she nodded like a child. She reluctantly went inside and closed the door. I lingered there a few moments as the stress began to subside, and I walked back to the car. It was when I opened the car door that I heard the gun-shot."

The cop dropped his pen down on the table and stretched his fingers out a few times to ease the cramp he was getting from his furious note-taking.

"Ok, sir, before we get onto that, I'm going to need another coffee. Can I get you one?"

"Please. Same as before, thanks."

End of Part 1.