The Teacher's Pet Ch. 13

"Of, of course, mistress."

"Right." She removed her hand from his penis and smacked his rear end. "So you better make every effort to please me. Otherwise, I'll leave it locked up and you can just use that soft tongue of yours later tonight." She paused, followed by a chuckle. "Then again, you've become quite the expert at eating pussy. I think it actually feels better than when I allow that sad excuse for a dick into my vagina."

"No," he said with a gasp. "P-please, mistress... please let me try."

"Ooooh, I love it when you beg." She nibbled on his ear. "But it's my decision. And I need to see perfection from you in all areas if you want to have any chance."

"Th-thank you, mistress. I, I promise to do my best."

"Very well. Let's hope that's good enough." She spanked his butt again. "Now, finish up in here and then get started on the laundry. I have to go say hello to our guest."

He nodded vigorously. "Yes, mistress."

While he returned his focus to scrubbing a dirty pot, I followed Steph's lead of tiptoeing out of the room. As we arrived in the foyer, she and the two girls burst out laughing. I shook my head, wondering if what I had seen and heard in the kitchen was real. The scenario was beyond anything I could have anticipated, even if I already knew Steph sexually dominated her husband. It was one thing to listen to her talk about it. It was altogether different to experience it in person and up close.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Tanya's voice. "So Amber, what did you think of his outfit? Didn't it make him look pretty?"

She chuckled, along with her friend. However, Steph gave her a curious look.

"Why are you calling her Amber?"

"Oh, you mean Polly didn't tell you? She said we could use her first name when we're not in school, since we're friends and all."

"She did?" Steph was now staring at me in disbelief.

"Yes," I said with a shrug. "I mean, I've been seeing them a lot outside of the classroom. And they're not much younger than me. It felt kind of weird for them to keep referring to me as 'Miss Nolan' when I'm not teaching them English."

She nodded. "Well, as long as you're okay with it." We exchanged a smile and she continued. "Speaking of which, I hope that scene in the kitchen didn't freak you out too much."

There were more giggles from her daughter and the blonde, as I cleared my throat. "No, no... it was a bit, um, unexpected... but I was fine with it."

"Great!" Steph leaned closer to me. "Because you'll probably see him in pink a lot from now on."

We all laughed and I nudged Steph's arm. "He really is quite adorable in tights and a skirt."

"I agree, which is why I've started replacing everything he doesn't wear to work with girly clothes."

There was additional giggling and I gazed at Steph with a smirk. "How soon until we see him vacuuming in heels?"

"Hmmm," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "that depends on what time you bring the girls back here today."

"Wait..." Polly stared at her mom and cocked her head. "...did you actually buy him pumps?"

"Of course, dear. You just haven't seen him wearing heels, because he's still getting used to walking in them without stumbling."

"Wow, that's—"

"Totally awesome!" Tanya laughed and stepped toward Steph. "You're, like, the most amazing mom in the world!"

"Aw," Steph said with a warm smile, "aren't you sweet?" She gave Tanya a brief hug. "But your mother is an incredible woman. You should be saying that to her."

"Yeah, I know." She shrugged with a sheepish grin. "I just really love the way you make him do whatever you want."

She chuckled. "I suppose that's what it looks like. And it's kind of true. However, did you ever consider that maybe, deep down, he actually wants to do these things for me?"

There was silence for several moments, as Tanya appeared to be lost in thought. She then glanced at Polly and nodded. I couldn't help but wonder if Steph's question had caused her to recognize something in her friend.

"I guess you're right. He probably sees you as a queen, or an empress... so he acts like your loyal subject."

"Empress, eh?" Steph raised her chin with a regal expression on her face. "In that case, you should all bow down in my presence."

We cracked up as she stared down her nose at us. When we were done laughing, she held the same pose and raised her eyebrows. Was she being serious? I peered at the girls to see if they would lower themselves and they were staring back at me in a similar manner. Our brief uncertainty ended when we heard Steph giggling.

"You three are too funny. For a second there, I thought you were actually going to do it." She giggled again while the rest of us groaned. "Of course, my husband is the only one who needs to prostrate himself before me. And he's quite good at groveling."

I smirked. "I'm pretty sure we can figure out why he does that." I chuckled, as did Tanya.

Steph rolled her eyes and sighed. "Anyway, I don't want to keep you girls. I know you have lots of places to go."

"Yes, we do." I wrapped an arm around Steph and she embraced me. "It was great to see you," I whispered to her. "And thanks for allowing me to watch that performance in the kitchen."

She replied in a soft voice. "That was no performance. You got a glimpse of our real relationship. I hope you enjoyed it."

I shivered from her words, and she let out a muted laugh. While taking a deep breath, I stepped back from her. Despite everything I had witnessed, I remained amazed at how such a tiny woman could have such an immense presence.

After she gave her daughter and Tanya a hug, Steph opened the front door. "Have a fun day. I'll see you all tonight."

We said our goodbyes and walked to my car. As they had done on the journey home from Coral Castle, my passengers both sat in the back seat. Considering the way my mind was spinning from what had occurred so far this morning, I wasn't about to object to having nobody sitting beside me. I was unsure how to begin a conversation with either girl anyway, since I had no idea whether Polly was aware of her friend's condescending text message.

There was silence for the first few minutes of the drive. However, when I merged onto the main highway, I heard a discussion coming from behind me.

"So Pol, you wanna rub my feet now, or wait 'til I'm in the salon chair?"

"As if I'd really do it there."

"Great... then now it is."

I looked in my rearview mirror and saw Tanya positioning herself with her back against the door, her legs spread across the seat, and her feet on her friend's lap. Polly sighed and shook her head. She then slid the shoes - which happened to be tan, one-inch heels - from Tanya's feet and dropped them on the floor.

"Go on," Tanya said while wiggling her toes, "do what you love to do."

Polly placed her hands on her friend's feet and smirked. "Like you don't love it too."

"That's true." Tanya folded her arms and let out a pleasurable moan. "But who wouldn't love this? Your foot massages feel totally amazing." She closed her eyes with a huge grin. "And it's even better now that you've admitted your fetish. I can use my feet to tease you, and you'll do whatever I want."

My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I tried to control my anger. I had an incredible urge to reach over and smack the bitch's face. Instead, I clenched my teeth and checked the mirror again. I noticed Polly glaring at the little brat, before her gaze met mine. She shrugged and rolled her eyes. Tanya was unaware of all this, since she continued to revel in Polly's ministrations.

Rather than say anything that might result in conflict, I decided to focus on getting us to our destination. Throughout the remainder of our trip, the only sounds being made inside of the vehicle were Tanya's purrs of delight. I could also tell that Polly's mood was softening as we went along. In fact, she appeared to be getting turned on by the bare feet she was rubbing. This made me even more upset at the blonde devil.

When I pulled into the parking lot of the diner, I glanced over my shoulder. My passengers were so caught up in their pampering session. neither seemed to know where we were.

I let out a soft chuckle and cleared my throat. "Okay girls, it's time for lunch. Unless you want to keep playing foot games, in which case I'll get something to eat and leave you both here."

"Mmmm, can you get ours to go?" Tanya let out a soft moan. "I don't want this to end yet, and I'm sure my bestie here would much rather indulge herself on my pretty feet than anything else."

Turning myself toward them, I saw her eyes were closed and she was smiling with contentment. Polly had a bemused expression on her face as she gently squeezed her friend's toes. It seemed even she couldn't believe Tanya's arrogance.

"Sure," I said with a smirk. "I'll bring you back soup in a shoe and toe jam toast."

Polly laughed while Tanya opened her eyes. She then shook her head with a sigh.

"That sounds like a yummy treat for Polly, but I think I'll pass."

"Well then, you best come with me. Or you might be eating and drinking foot sweat."

She exhaled deeply. "Okaaay, we'll join you." She nodded toward her friend. "But first, I need you to put my shoes on for me."

Polly glared at her and pushed Tanya's feet from her lap. "Do it yourself, bitch!" She flung the door open, stormed out of the car, and slammed it shut.

As she stomped toward the diner entrance, I looked at a rather confused Tanya and giggled.

"What's up with her?" she asked while slipping her shoes on.

"It appears she's tired of putting up with your crap..." I leaned closer to her. "...just like I am." I lowered my brows as her expression became fearful. "We're going to have a private chat later about a certain text I received a few hours ago. Let's just say, I didn't exactly think it was funny."

She gulped and began fumbling with the door handle. "Uh, s-sure." The door popped open and she jumped out. "See ya inside!" Before I could blink, she was gone.

Stepping out of the car, I shook my head while I again considered the obnoxious attitude Tanya had displayed in recent days. It was getting worse, despite my efforts. I knew when we did have a chance to talk, I needed to make it count. She was hurting the young woman I loved, and I wasn't about to let anyone - even her best friend - get away with that.

A minute later, I found them sitting on opposites sides at a booth. Polly had her arms folded and her head turned away, while Tanya was staring down in apparent frustration. It seemed she wanted to explain herself, but her friend was having none of it. When I arrived, I decided to sit next to Polly.

After shifting my gaze from one sullen girl to the other, I figured I would break the silence. "So, do either of you know what you want?"

Tanya exhaled loudly. "To have Polly stop ignoring me."

Her friend coughed and peered in my direction. "I have no idea who else is here, besides you... but I'd be fine with a soup and a salad."

I had to suppress laughter, especially when Tanya rolled her eyes.

"Since she won't listen to me, tell her I'm really sorry."

I shrugged and nudged Polly. "Did you hear that? She apologized."

"For what? For having her precious foot rub interrupted? For acting like a spoiled princess? For humiliating me the day after I confirmed that I had a fetish?"

"You forgot one." Tanya sighed. "For being the worst best friend, like, ever."

With a raised eyebrow, Polly turned to look at her friend. "Well, I can't argue with that."

"Yeah, I know. I've been a total jerk lately. I guess I got kinda... jealous."

"Jealous? Of what?"

Tanya glanced at me then stared into Polly's eyes. "Of all the time you've been spending with Amber."

Polly cocked her head. "Wait... why would that bother you? Weren't you the one who kept insisting I let her help me with my image? Didn't you want her to take me shopping and stuff?"

"Well, yeah, I did. But..." She took a large breath. "...I didn't think you two would get so... close."

By then, I had become quite intrigued. "What do you mean by 'close'? Do you believe she's replacing you with me as her best friend?"

She nodded.

"Come on, Tanya." Polly reached across and grabbed her friend's hand. "I would never do that. You'll always be my best friend... even if you sometimes act like a complete bitch."

I couldn't help but laugh at her final comment, which caused both girls to chuckle as well.

Tanya squeezed her friend's hand. "Thanks, Pol. It's just... you've never really had another friend, besides me. I guess I got used to having you all to myself."

A warm smile appeared on Polly's face. "It's good to know you wanna be around me so much. But you're gonna have to share me with Amber. She's my friend, too."

"Right." I placed a hand on top of Tanya's and looked into her eyes. "However, you're my friend as well. So if something's bothering you, you can talk to me about it... instead of treating me like I've stolen your most prized possession. Which I haven't, by the way."

The blonde glanced at me and Polly, before nodding. "Yeah, I hear ya. From now on, I'll try to be more like a friend and less like a bitch... to both of you."

Although I wanted to believe her, there were several recent occurrences of her apologizing to me - only for her to behave worse soon afterwards. With this in mind, I raised an eyebrow and turned toward Polly.

"Do we trust her?"

Polly smirked. "I'm not sure. What do you think, Amber?"

"Hey!" Tanya seemed surprised. "You can trust me!"

"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps she should prove it to us."

"Yeah, that seems fair."

Tanya banged her fist on the table. "Would you stop it already?"

Polly chuckled at her friend's anger. "So, what should we have her do?"

I smiled as I spied Tanya folding her arms and rolling her eyes. "Hmmm, maybe a bit of payback is in order."

Polly gave me a curious expression. "What do you mean?"

"Well, since you've given her a whole bunch of foot massages over the years, I'm thinking she should offer you at least a few in return."

My suggestion caused both girls to appear rather stunned, although Tanya's look was mixed with revulsion, while Polly's seemed more curious.

The temporary silence was soon broken. "What? You want me to rub Polly's feet?"

Before I could answer, Polly giggled. "Why not? Don't I deserve a little pampering too?"

"Yeah, I guess, but... why does it have to be me? How come Amber can't do it?"

"Because she's not the one whose been acting like a stuck-up princess."

Tanya groaned as I laughed and Polly giggled again.

After letting out a sigh of resignation, she nodded. "Fine, I'll do it... just not here."

"Cool," Polly said with a smile. "And don't worry, I won't embarrass you here."

Our server arrived and we placed our lunch order. While waiting for our food and drinks, the conversation shifted to what nail colors we wanted to choose and what types of clothing we were looking to purchase. Our prior chat seemed to have eased the tension, allowing us to engage in typical female banter. It was a nice change of pace from the earlier drama.

During the meal, we continued talking about things such as hair accessories, makeup, jewelry, and shoes. There wasn't one mention of foot fetishism - even when the last of the aforementioned topics came up. The lighthearted atmosphere made me hopeful Tanya was losing her conceited attitude, at least for the remainder of our outing.

We agreed everything was delicious and after paying, we were in the car again. For the short ride to the styling salon, Polly sat next to me and Tanya was in the back. The girls had become so focused on our first appointment, it was all they wanted to discuss. I had a good chuckle when Polly suggested her friend get her hair dyed green, to match the envy she had spoken of earlier.

The next two hours went well, in spite of Tanya's complaints of how painful the leg and bikini waxing were. Of course, she did have to admit the results were amazing. We all walked out of there with great looking hair and makeup. We then headed to the nail salon for our next appointment.

Tanya was the first to be worked on and I became nervous for a bit when she was asked if she would like a foot massage - especially when she smirked in Polly's direction. However, she accepted the technician's offer with a smile. I felt quite relieved, as I was sure she was going to insist her friend provide this service. Instead, Polly was also asked if she wanted a foot rub. She hesitated for several moments, but then nodded with a shrug. I too was given the opportunity for the same treatment, which I was very happy to take.

As I basked in the sensations of strong fingers kneading my soles and toes, I gazed at the two girls. Both appeared to be enjoying their massages. Although I wasn't surprised Tanya loved having her feet pampered, I was rather intrigued by how much bliss was written on Polly's face. Her eyes were closed and she was emitting soft moans of pleasure. While I knew she had provided thousands of foot rubs over the years, I wondered if this was the first time she had received one herself.

Ninety minutes later, I was driving us to the outlet center. Throughout our brief trip, we complimented each other on our newly painted nails. I had chosen crimson and Polly had decided on a lavender shade. Tanya, on the other hand, wanted a pale blue color with French tips. Even though I groaned about the extra cost, I couldn't deny it looked amazing.

The first stop on our shopping trek was at the clothing store. Since I didn't need any new outfits, I followed the two young women as they traversed every inch of the building. They both tried on a number of items, and giggled while modeling them for each other - and for me. In the end, Polly purchased a blouse, two skirts, and a few pairs of stockings. Tanya bought three shirts, four skirts, some multi-colored socks, and three pairs of black tights.

After they deposited their bags in the trunk of my car, we proceeded to the shoe store. Once again, I was a mere spectator as the girls tried on almost every shoe in their respective sizes. By the time we left, Polly had acquired new sneakers, along with a pair of two-inch lavender pumps to match her nail polish. Tanya picked up four pairs of shoes: two of which had one-inch heels, while the other two were flats. Although she hinted at having her friend help take her shoes off and put new ones on, she never asked or insisted Polly do it.

It was close to seven o'clock when we placed the shoe boxes in my convertible. At that point, we were all hungry. Since it was within close walking distance, we agreed to have dinner at the food court. Each of us bought our meal at a separate place and sat together at a booth to eat. Initially, we were too busy stuffing our faces to say much of anything. However, the more we filled our stomachs, the more talkative we became.

"I had an awesome time today," Tanya said between bites. "Thanks for lettin' me come along, after being such a pain in the ass yesterday."

I chuckled. "Well, we needed someone to pay for dessert. So—"

"We'll be sharing an ice cream cone?" She smirked at Polly and me. "Seriously, though, I'll buy you both something."

"Okay, sure," I said with a shrug. "I mean, if you're offering."

"I am. You paid for the salons, so the least I can do is spring for dessert."

"Cool!" Polly nudged me and smiled. "Since she almost never spends money on anybody but herself, how about we split a chocolate cheesecake?"

"Sounds good to me!" I laughed, as did my lover.

Tanya groaned and rolled her eyes. "Fine, if that's what you want."

Polly giggled. "Nah, I'm just messin' with you." She glanced down at the food remaining on her plate. "Besides, I probably won't be able to eat more than a scoop of ice cream by the time I'm done with this."