Hot for Teacher

by Fimbulvinter

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Cheerilee, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Colgate, Alternate Universe, Other, Prince Blueblood, Sex
Length: 37264

Colgate and Cheerilee experiment with roleplay

After a particularly spectacular dumping of her boyfriend, Colgate quickly finds herself in need of a little relief.

Enter into the mix Cheerilee, an old teacher of hers, also looking for some fun. Together they explore and experiment with the idea of bedroom roleplay and other kinky ideas.

Along the way, Colgate may even learn to love again.

Set in Equestria Girls universe, post the first movie, but assumes the events of Rainbow Rocks do not occur.

A word of warning: Things get rather dark in the last couple of chapters, so heads up for that.

Cover art by me. Shut up, I know the faces are a bit off, I can't do them well yet.

Entry into 2014's Cloptober event, this time hosted by Shakespearicles.

Published 2014-10-30 14:00:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-30 14:00:04 UTC

Chapter 1 - Three Little Words

Hot for Teacher
Chapter 1 - Three little words.

The sun was just dipping behind the hills in the horizon as Colgate dragged herself into the front yard of her small apartment out in the outer suburbs of Canterlot. It wasn't exactly a fancy house, but it was the best that she could afford on the stipend she got from her parents, and it was all she needed while she finished off her degree.

At 26, she was in her final year of a masters degree in dentistry, something she had been working towards ever since she got out of high school all those years ago. While other people always seemed to think that it was a strange choice for such a young girl, Colgate just loved the idea of being a dentist. This year was especially good as she had been lucky enough to score her internship at one of the best dental labs around - Minty Fresh. The staff there were wonderful to work with, as they actually let the interns do things, rather than just send them on trivial things. At her last internship, she had done little more than go on coffee runs and photocopy documents. Minty Fresh was known for teaching useful skills and was always the first lab to fill up.

Of course, for every good thing about her degree, there was a downside. That downside came in the form of the theory. Days and days of lectures, tutorials; boring people talking endlessly about things that she already knew, or could easily read up on in half the time that it took to talk about.

Sighing to herself, she pushed the front door open and slung her bag down into the corner with a heavy thud. All the textbooks she had needed to buy made her bag feel like it was filled with lead weights. Some people just liked to see students suffer, and right now her aching shoulders were certainly suffering.

freed from the weight of her bag, Colgate stopped and pricked her ears up; she hadn't noticed it when she stepped it, but there was music playing from the next room. Soft music, the kind that was specifically designed to soothe frayed nerves. She hadn't left it on when she went out to her lecture, which could only mean one thing...

The lights leading into the room were muted, having been turned almost all the way down on the dimmer switch. Instantly, Colgate's sore shoulders were forgotten about; they were nothing when compared with what would be waiting for her in her living room. Slowly, she walked forward and stuck her head around the corner. When she saw who was there, a beaming smile broke across her face. Of course he would be here just when she needed a boost.

Resting on his side on the couch was just the person she had hoped would be there. With his shirt unbuttoned down to the navel to expose abs that could have been sculpted out of marble and a single red rose clenched between his teeth was her boyfriend, Blueblood III.

"Hey there, babe," Blueblood said, taking the rose from between his teeth and holding it up to her. Framed in the lamp light, his face looked just like the images of an old god, powerful, cheekbones to die for and framed with a perfect cut of golden hair. Every time Colgate looked into his eyes, she remembered why it was that she fell in love with him in the first place. Blueblood was always there with just the right thing to say, or a little gift to make her feel better. "Rough day?"

"Oh, you would not believe it," Colgate said, crossing the room and leaning over Blueblood. With one hand she picked up the rose and reached down to kiss him. Blueblood's hands snaked their way around Colgate's head, pulling her down until she was pressed right up against him. Shifting slightly on the couch, he let her swing a leg up until she was practically straddling him.

"Tell me all about it," Blueblood said, breaking the kiss to stroke Colgate's hair. Colgate loved it when he did that, especially when he paused to scratch a finger behind her ear just like one would do to a dog.

"Ugh, just lectures and boring tutes. I know all that stuff already," Colgate replied, squaring herself up so that she was sitting over his waist. "Anyway, I don't want to bore you. What about you?"

Blueblood gave her a beaming smile that could have melted even the hardest of hearts. "Oh, me? I've just been waiting here for the prettiest little girl I ever saw to come back home so I could take her out to dinner."

Colgate blushed. Blueblood always seemed to know just what to say to cheer her up. Going out to dinner sounded fantastic; Blueblood seemed to know all the best restaurants in town, and could always seem to get a prime reservation, regardless of how short the notice was. But she was tired from the day, and not really in the mood to head out again having only just gotten home to begin with. Besides, she had other plans for Blueblood.

"Dinner sounds nice, but it's been a long day and I'd rather just have a night in." Colgate leaned over Blueblood and quick as a snake, flicked the tip of her tongue against his nose. "But I'm sure we can think of something else to do..."

Her suggestion was laced with just enough breathy subtext that she as sure that Blueblood would easily be able to pick up on the hint. Just in case he didn't, she batted her eyes at him. Fortunately, if there was one thing that Blueblood wasn't, it wasn't being slow on the uptake.

Colgate felt something press against her inner thigh. She quickly looked down and then back up at Blueblood. He just arched an eyebrow at her. There was no question what it was; Blueblood was getting more than a little excited.

"Care to skip to dessert then?" he suggested.

Colgate just nodded. She wanted this.

In a second, Blueblood's entire demeanour changed. No longer the hunk resting on the couch, he grabbed Colgate in his arms and flipped her over onto her back, switching positions so that now he was above her. It was the work of only a second to two to grab Colgate's tee-shirt and pull it up over her head, pinning her arms above her.

Trapped and partially blinded by the stretchy fabric, Colgate could just make out Blueblood's hands caressing her face before going lower. She could feel them tracing her collarbone, then the straps on her bra. One finger ran a path along the underside of her breasts, leaving her shuddering and heaving with anticipation.
With a deft flick of his hand, the straps on Colgate's bra came free. The hand that had been tracing the underside of her cups slithered under the fabric and grabbed a handful of Colgate's breasts. Colgate sighed in pleasure at the feeling of Blueblood's smooth palms on her chest, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

Blueblood kept at it for a second more before grabbing the sides of Colgate's shirt and pulling it free, removing it and the bra, throwing them to the ground. Her shoes and pants quickly followed, leaving Colgate dressed in nothing but her panties and socks.

Colgate put her hands behind her back, rocking her shoulders back and forth a little in a coy movement. "Like what you see?" she asked. Blueblood didn't answer, and he didn't have too; Colgate could see the animalistic hunger in his eyes.

"Bedroom," he grunted before picking her up from the couch. Colgate wrapped her arms around Blueblood's neck, taking a whiff of his hair. Expensive body musk and hair gels greeted her. Coconut, mango, and something else.

With Colgate in his arms, Blueblood walked to the bedroom and pushed the door open. Colgate's queen sized bed took pride of place in the room, along with a dresser and large mirror. A worn but well loved hairbrush was on the dresser. Blueblood made a beeline for the bed and dropped Colgate onto it. She bounced a couple of times, landing on her back while Blueblood unbuttoned the last of his shirt before pulling it off. All the while, Colgate was drinking up his rock hard body. Pecks and a six-pack were the results of careful care of his body, with frequent trips to the gym. Colgate's mouth watered at the sight.

Freed from his shirt, Blueblood moved on to his pants. This was the part that she loved. Blueblood unbuckled the fly and dropped his pants in a slow motion. Slowly, agonizingly slowly his pants dropped down until Blueblood's pride and joy came into view, erect and ready for service. Colgate went from mouth watering to openly drooling at the sight of it. On a reflex action, her legs began to spread apart in preparation for the coming penetration.

Blueblood shook his pants off of his legs and dropped down to his knees before the bed. He took Colgate's right leg in his hands and began gently tracing a finger up along her inner thigh. Colgate moaned in satisfaction as she felt his fingers leave a tingling feeling behind them, making their way unconcernedly towards her panties.

Blueblood's fingers made their way all the way up her leg, brushing ever so gently against her panty covered slit before heading back down her left leg, followed by his tongue. Colgate shivered at the feeling, embracing the pleasure of his touch. It had been nearly a week since they had had a chance to make love, and she wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste.

Finishing up his journey down her legs, Blueblood moved forward, slipping in between her legs and hooking his teeth into the hemline of her panties. With the prize secure in his mouth, Blueblood yanked hard and tore Colgate's panties clean off her body.

Now naked, Colgate lay back on the bed and spread her labial lips apart with two fingers. She could feel the drips of her arousal running down the insides of her legs. She was ready for this; had been ready for this for days.

"Oh, god, Blueblood. I can't take anymore. I need it, please," Colgate whimpered. she couldn't help it; she needed Blueblood inside her, NOW. Her cunt ached for his member, longed to be filled up with his hardness, to feel him climax inside her.

"As you wish, my blue goddess," Blueblood said, picking her up in his muscular arms. A quick moment of positioning and Colgate felt the tip of his penis line up with her opening. Blueblood held her there, holding her just on the edge of penetration. Colgate looked into his eyes, eyes of piercing blue. No more words had to be said; she could see everything in those deep blue pools.

Blueblood pressed his lips to Colgate's and thrust up. In one quick stroke, Colgate felt his length push its way into her body, stretching her out and filling her up. Colgate screamed at the sudden shock, Blueblood pressing himself even closer against her, pulling her down and adding to the thrust. Inch after delicious inch forced its way inside Colgate's vagina until, suddenly, gloriously, Colgate felt him bottom out inside her.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Colgate screamed, relishing the feeling of being filled up. Blueblood wasn't exactly the largest boy she had ever been with, but he wasn't small either, and she was as tight as she could be from days of no actions.

Blueblood grinned at her, withdrawing slightly before thrusting up again. Colgate screamed again, pleasure at finally being rutted overriding the pain of his rather forceful entry. She clenched down and held him there for a few seconds, just acclimatizing herself to his girth and giving her body time to lubricate his dick.

When she felt she was ready, she let go and signalled Blueblood. He pulled her in close and began gyrating his hips, sucking himself out of her almost to the tip before burying himself back to the root. Colgate's moans were cut short as Blueblood's lips sealed against hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

Picking up the pace, he released her, pushing her back down onto the bed and grabbing her hips, twisting her onto her side. Colgate joined in, straightening up so that she was on all fours with her head nearly pressed into the headboard of the bed. Able to get better purchase around Colgate's slim hips, Blueblood really began pumping hard, sliding in all of his member on every stroke. Colgate could hear her bedsprings squeaking in protest of the rough treatment, but she didn't care.

Letting her head drop, she could see down her body to were Blueblood was kneeling behind her. From her upside-down perspective, his balls were framed by the V of her spread legs. Every thrust caused them to swing up and slap against her clit, sending thrills up her body.

With Blueblood thrusting away inside her like a man possessed, and her own sex starved state , it wasn't long before Colgate felt it start to rise inside her. She had hoped to last longer than this, but climaxing with her boyfriend hilted inside her; there really wasn't a better way to close out the day.

It was almost there, almost there, just a few more thrusts. Almost...almost....

Without warning, Blueblood gave one particularly savage thrust and jammed Colgate down as hard as he could, penetrating as deep as he had ever gone. With a loud grunt he held her there, rock still and breathing heavily. Colgate felt him expand and twitch inside her, rope after rope of searing hot cum no doubt coating her walls.

And then she felt him soften inside her.

With one grunt, it was apparent it was all over.

NO! She had been so close, but the feeling was already fading away. She wasn't about to let Blueblood have all the fun. One hand quickly snaked in between them and two deft fingers made their way down between her legs, frantically rubbing away. Blueblood's dick shrank and slipped out, shiny, covered in cum, and totally spent. He flopped down onto his back next to her, totally oblivious to her frustrations in his own bliss. Colgate didn't care right now, she just rolled over on to back and picked up her pace, fingers teasing and gliding over her clit in a flurry of motion.

Nearly.

Nearly.

Almost.

In one final desperate attempt, Colgate slipped her fingers inside her cunt, thrusting away in a simulation of Blueblood's cock. It was just enough, and Colgate arched her back as pleasure burst through her body, sending her into spasms.

Blinding pleasure jolted through her body, sparks of light dancing in front of her eyes as she felt her body convulse with the strength of the spasms. Inside her cunt, her vaginal walls were clenching down on her fingers, while her other hand was grinding into her clit, trying to make the moment of pleasure last just that second longer.

"FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKK!" she screamed as the orgasm rippled through her. Cum gushed out, dribbling past her hands, staining the sheets with coital bliss. Too soon, the moment was gone however, and Colgate had to come down from walking on sunshine. Chest heaving, she relaxed and let her body just puddle all over the bed.

Gasping for air, she brought a hand up to fan herself. Her fingers were glistening in light, covered in a mixture of her own juices and Blueblood's pearly semen. Colgate brought one finger to he mouth and licked the cumcoction off, enjoying the sweet taste of her own fluid contrasting with the salty bite of Blueblood's cum.

Cuddling up to Blueblood, Colgate snaked an arm around his head. Her other hand was idly tracing circles in the sweat covering his torso, tracing the curves and ridges that defined his muscles.

"That. Was. Incredible," she muttered to Blueblood.

When he didn't reply, she looked up and saw that he had already fallen asleep. Seeing him resting there, Colgate felt the rest of the day begin to catch up with her as a wave of lethargy, compounded by the contentment of her climax signal that it was time she did the same. Looking down at Blueblood's naked body, her final though was if Blueblood would enjoy waking up to a blowjob.

The next morning found the two lovebirds tangled up in the sheets together. Blueblood was resting on his back, while Colgate was pressed up against him, her head using his chest as a pillow. She could hear every beat of his heart, every breath he took. Wrapped up in his love, Colgate felt content. Her boring lectures, the heavy workload, all that meant nothing when she was as loved as she felt right now.

Beneath her, she felt Blueblood stir.

"Morning, honey," she whispered into his ear, nuzzling the back of his hair. She could just stay there for hours, hugging Blueblood tightly. Then she said the three fateful words. "I love you."

If Blueblood hadn't said anything, she would have been a little hurt, but she would have forgiven him by lunchtime. If he had just repeated exactly what she had said back to her, it would have been all she needed to hear.

Instead, Blueblood added in two more words that shattered Colgate's world as she knew it. It was the quiet mumble of someone who wasn't quite awake or aware of what they were saying, but Colgate heard it clear as the day outside.

"I love you too, Flitter."

In an instant, all traces of grogginess were gone from Colgate's mind. She sat upright in the bed and looked down at Blueblood, accusation in her eyes.

"Flitter! Who the fuck is Flitter?" she nearly shouted at him.

Blueblood's eyes sprang open at the sound of one seriously pissed off lover. In an instant he realised his mistake and Colgate could see his brain try to switch into damage control mode.

"Uhh, I mean...uh...I love you...uh..." beads of sweat began to form on his brow.

"Colgate," Colgate said, coldly, fury banishing any feeling of contentment she had been experiencing five seconds before.

"Right, right. I love you, Colgate," Blueblood said, far too late for it to actually mean anything.

"Who's Flitter?" Colgate repeated, her voice hardening quickly to steely proportions.

"No-one, babe," Blueblood said. "She's no-one. I've never even heard of a Flitter. You're the only girl for me. Come here, let me make it up to you."

"Really?" Colgate wasn't convinced. Before Blueblood could think of the same thing, she leapt out of the bed and scrambled for his pants, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "We'll just see about that."

Colgate's fingers swiped over the screen, bypassing the home screen and pulling up the list of contacts. It only took a moment for her to find the entry marked 'Flitter' and press dial.

"No, don't," Blueblood said pathetically, reaching out for the phone. Colgate held it away from him and put it onto speaker. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of a phone dial. After only a few rings, the phone was picked up and a young woman's voice could be heard on the other end.

"Oh, hey, Blue. I was hoping you'd call. I had to wash the sheets after you left. I've never cum so much as I did yesterday. It was totally worth it, you convincing me to try ana-"

Flitter's voice cut out as Colgate hit the end button. Tears were streaming down her face as she looked back over at Blueblood. The bastard didn't even have the shame to look apologetic anymore. Instead he had an impetuous sneer all over his face.

"How could you?" Colgate said, her voice cracking as she spoke. It felt like it might give out at any time. "I-I loved you."

"Your mistake," Blueblood said, his voice calm and filled with arrogance, no longer needing to maintain the charade. "You didn't really think I was going to settle down with someone of you stature, did you? Me, heir to the Blueblood name? You were fun, blue, but you were never more than a distraction to me. I owe it to my family, to myself to marry someone of noble bearing; someone worthy of bearing me an heir, and frankly, if you thought that was you then you are even stupider than I thought you were."

It was exactly the wrong thing to say to Colgate. Where a moment ago she had felt weak and helpless; the blood turning to ice in her veins, now she felt nothing but molten fury melt that ice. They say that hell hath no fur like a woman scorned, and right now, they were right. Blind rage that she could have ever trusted a lying sack of two faced crap like Blueblood consumed her, dulling the other voices that might have tried to convince her that there was some mistake, or that Blueblood was just making a terrible joke.

In two steps she was beside the bed, one hand grabbing Blueblood by the hair, yanking large clumps of his golden waves right out of his scalp. Her other hand however, was aiming for somewhere decidedly lower and far more tender.

"AAAArrrggg," Blueblood screamed as Colgate pulled him up from the bed and began marching him out of her bedroom and towards the front door. With his dick held none too gently in her hand, Blueblood didn't resist as Colgate shoved him up against the wall and grabbed the door knob. Nearly ripping the door off its hinges, Colgate shoved Blueblood out onto the hard stone path, buck naked. He rolled on the ground and couple of time, his meat and veg flopping around like the pathetic sausage it was. Strangely, as he lay there in the dirt, Colgate saw his dick begin to harden; the bastard was getting excited about his.

"Get the fuck out of my house, Blueblood. I don't want to see you again," she yelled, not caring that she was just as naked as he was. On the other side of the street she could see a couple of teenagers stop and stare at her. Fury was a powerful suppressor of modesty, and Colgate was plenty mad right now.

It was then that she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Standing on the porch of the next door apartment, a mug of coffee in one hand, the daily paper in the other and dressed in a fluffy pink bathrobe was her next door neighbour, Berry Punch. Berry was frozen in mid reach, hand extended for the door.

Berry was like an older sister to Colgate, and had been ever since she had moved in here years ago. A single mother, Berry had worked hard to put her daughter through school. Now that Ruby was old enough to attend high school and not get into trouble every five minutes, Berry had signed up for a couple of courses on viticulture. She and Colgate got on well together, but bursting out the front door and throwing a cheating douche to the ground was definitely a new one for the pair of them.

"Berry," Colgate said, curtly before turning on her heel and slamming the door in Blueblood's face.

Back inside, she flung herself into the couch. All the anger she had felt throwing Blueblood out of her house was evaporating, leaving her feeling empty and numb. Now free to do so, tears began streaming down her face and the blade of betrayal was lodged deep in her stomach, twisting itself around as it pleased.

Outside, she could just hear Blueblood yelling something at someone and then suddenly he was silent. Colgate didn't care; she wasn't sure if she could ever get off this couch again. Maybe she could drown on her own tears and she wouldn't have to feel anything ever again.

A couple of minutes later, a soft knock came at the door. Colgate had a good feeling she knew who it was. When she didn't reply, the door opened anyway and Berry walked in slowly and carefully. Colgate watched her come over and sit down beside her, pulling Colgate into a loose hug like a mother would give a child.

Berry didn't say anything for a long time. She just sat there, holding Colgate. Eventually though she let Colgate go.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she said. There wasn't any pressure in the question. If Colgate didn't want to speak about it, Berry wouldn't press the issue.

"I told him I loved him," Colgate sobbed, "and he was cheating on me the whole time. How could I not have noticed?"

Berry nodded sagely at her, playing the part of the older sister once again. "Colgate, trust me. It hurts now, but he wasn't the one for you. I thought I loved Ruby's father, but he took off the second he found out I was pregnant. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt. Or," she paused, putting on a wry smile, "like nothing I had ever felt up until I gave birth to Ruby."

Colgate didn't find the comment very funny. She just couldn't get over how much of an ass Blueblood had been. How could she have missed it? All the nice things he had done for her, they had been as much for him as they had been for her.

Berry wasn't deterred. "Come on," she said, getting up off the couch and pulling Colgate up with her. Colgate complied, meekly following more out of a total lack of resistance than any actual desire to do anything else. "Let's get you decent, at least."

Berry pulled Colgate back towards the bedroom, the one room in the house she really didn't want to go. Even still, she didn't resist Berry; couldn't resist. It felt like almost everything inside her had been scooped out and replaced with lead.

Berry tactfully overlooked the state of the bedroom and walked over to the dresser, grabbing a loose fitting shirt and some sweat pants. The next couple of minutes were spent getting Colgate dressed in something, if not presentable, then at least modesty covering.

"That's better," Berry said, doing up a couple more buttons on the shirt. "Now what you need is coffee."

A few minutes later, Berry put two mugs of coffee down on the small kitchen table. Dark and strong and bitter, Colgate took the offered mug and inhaled the steam. Berry took sip of her own mug. "Alright, Colgate. Tell me from the start exactly what happened."

Taking a deep breath, Colgate started recounting exactly what happened just a few minutes ago. About how she had said she loved him; about how he had said he loved someone else; about how he had been sleeping with that someone else when he had said Colgate was the only woman for him. Lies upon lies upon lies, that's all it had been from his mouth the moment he had met her.

Finally, she was finished with her story. Berry didn't say anything, she just sat there, watching Colgate as she looking back down at her coffee. Colgate could feel her eyes looking at her. Eventually she just couldn't take it anymore.

"What did I miss? He was so nice, so kind at first. Did I not make him happy? What more could I have done?"

Berry took one of Colgate's hands in her own. "Darling, I asked myself all those questions the day Ruby's father left, and all I can tell you now is that whatever you are thinking, It wasn't your fault. There wasn't anything you could have done. That man, Blueblood was a jerk. He was just stringing you along until he got bored with you. And right now, you are letting him win. Do you really want someone like him to get the best of you?"

That struck a cord with Colgate. No, she wasn't going to let Blueblood beat her. "No," she said, snuffling a little.

"Again," Berry said, "tell me again."

"No," Colgate said a little firmer. She would be damned before she just gave in to such a jerk.

Berry could see life return to Colgate's eyes. Life she had seen mirrored in her own eyes all those years ago when she decided that she wasn't going to let the memory of Ruby's father rule her life anymore.

"That's the girl I know. Forget about Blueblood. Every second you waste thinking about him is a second he wins. You deserve someone who will treat you right. When you feel ready, you go out and you find that someone. And if you ever see Blueblood again, you show him that you don't need him anymore; that you never needed him to begin with. It's his loss here, not yours."

"I will," Colgate said. The fire was lit in her belly again. Blueblood wasn't worthy of her, not the other way around. She'd cut him out of her life, just like she had sugar. By this time tomorrow, she'd be like Whoblood, not Blueblood.

"Will you be okay on your own? I can stay longer if you need me."

Colgate smiled at Berry. The older woman was so caring. She could always rely on her to be there if she needed her. "No, no. That's alright, Berry. I-I think I'm going to be okay now."

Berry drew her into a tight hug. "I'm just next door if you need me."

"Thank you," Colgate said, and she meant it. She wasn't sure what she would have done in Berry hadn't been there. Probably wound up in a funk for months on end.

Giving Colgate one last quick hug, Berry got up and headed out of the kitchen. Colgate heard the front door close a moment later. Taking a sip of her cooling coffee, Colgate decided that the first thing to do in her journey to cutting Blueblood out of her life was to clean up everything that reminded her of him. There wouldn't be all that much to clean up; Blueblood wasn't the kind of boyfriend - former boyfriend now - to leave things at his GF's place. Not even a toothbrush. It was all just what he had with him yesterday, his shirt, pants and phone.

Suddenly an idea sprang into Colgate's head. It was something she would never have considered a few hours ago, but now...

Quickly she headed back into her bedroom and found all of Blueblood's clothes. His shoes, pants and shirt were all where they had been dropped the night before. Colgate shuddered at the memory of time they had spent together in that very bed. That Flitter had said he had convinced her to try anal. Had he even washed in between?

The idea came again, clear and fully realised in her mind. Yes, it would do perfectly. Now that they had broken up, she should do the right thing and return Blueblood's clothes to him. But first she would need a couple more things. That pompous ass may have forgotten her name, but he would never forget her. She would make sure of that...

Chapter 2 - Moving on

Hot for Teacher
Chapter 2 - Moving On.

Blueblood's house was in one of the fancy areas of North Canterlot, the kind of place where everyone kept to themselves. Chatter between neighbours was strictly forbidden by some kind of unspoke code, though even if it hadn't been, conversation would have been impossible across the 10 foot high fences surrounding each property. As such, It wasn't exactly hard for Colgate to slip inside the grounds unnoticed; she had memorized the combination for his gate the one time he had brought her here, and he hadn't bothered to change it now. His mistake.

Once past the gate, Colgate quickly headed down the drive towards the main house. Blueblood's house was actually his parent's house, and it was more of a manor than a house. Viscount Blueblood II and his wife, Lady Bluebelle were some of the most highly regarded people in Canterlot. Viscount Blueblood was notable as a philanthropist, generously donating large chunks of his income to the needy and managing any number of charitable organisations, while Bluebelle was a former musician who, having married Blueblood was now a regular patron of the performing arts. Many libraries and hospitals had wings named after then, or so Blueblood had once told her. She had been impressed at first, but now she could see that he was just doing a bit of 'I'm better than you' gloating at her expense.

Right now, both parents were away on an extended holiday abroad, visiting Saddle Arabia on a vacation, while leaving Bluebastard home alone. How two so decent people could have raised such a spoilt brat as him was beyond Colgate's understanding. But it didn't matter. She wasn't going to have anything to do with any of them after tonight. He would be persona non grata from now on, nothing more than a bad memory, which she could easily manage though the memory blocking magic of alcohol.

Soon she reached the perfectly manicured lawns out the front of the house. A small 'keep off the grass' sign was held up as the only means of stopping her, and she just walked right over it, heading for a spot where she would be in full view of the house. She wanted Blueblood to see this; wanted him to know that this was her doing.

Finding a suitable spot, Colgate pulled a pair of wooden sticks out of her bag and lashed them together into a crude cross. Around the shorted stick she stuck Blueblood's shirt, and tied his pants onto the bottom. On the top she jammed a blond wig and taped a photo of Blueblood to the front. A bag of straw she had picked up from a local fodder store was used to fill up the shirt and pants, and in a few minutes, Colgate had a simple scarecrow that was clearly meant to be Blueblood. Ramming the dummy into the ground, Colgate paused and looked at the house again. She couldn't see Blueblood up there, but she was sure that he was watching.

Turning back to the dummy, Colgate picked up the final item she had bought while she was out: A disposable cigarette lighter.

Flicking it on, she looked at the captivating, cleansing flame for a moment before, without hesitation, she dropped in into the chest of the effigy.

The effigy caught instantly, and in moments the entire thing was consumed in fire. The shirt, pants and photo of Blueblood were immolated within moments. Colgate just stood there, watching it all burn, destroying any lingering traces she still felt for Blueblood. Just as the fire was destroying the physical, so too was it metaphorically cleansing her mind of his poison. A mad cackle escaped her lips.

Sure she knew that this was over the top, but she was feeling dramatic. This would certainly go down in the annals of breakups if such a book ever existed. Still, Blueblood deserved this; deserved worse than this. It was said that revenge was a dish best served cold, but right now flaming hot felt pretty damn good.

After a few minutes, the fire started to die down. Colgate had chosen a spot where there was no danger of the fire spreading to other plants or the grass; she had no quarrel with the gardener. Making more work for them was not something she wanted to do to them. Once she was sure that the fire was going to go out safely, she picked up her bag and ran for the exit gate. No doubt police would be arriving soon, and she had to get home to give them the proper welcome.

From a window atop the house, Blueblood just watched the effigy burn. All of this only proved that he had been right to move on from that blue girl. Even if she hadn't found out the way she did, he would only have dumped her in another week or so. Even the girl he would have dumped her for, Flitter would only serve to distract him for a month or two at most. They were playthings, nothing more. He had never yet met a woman he considered to be his equal, one worthy of bearing him a child and carrying on the Blueblood line. Maybe he never would; maybe such a woman didn't exist.

Pausing only to check that there was a tape in the security camera, Blueblood retreated back into his mansion. He could easily call the cops on Colgate; he had photographic evidence of her committing arson, trespass, and probably a magnitude of other crimes.

No, he decided. He would hang onto this one. A person of his position knew the value of information, especially information that someone else didn't want getting out. No doubt there would be a more opportune time to use this; sometime when it benefitted him far more than a simple arrest.

Colgate made it back to her apartment in good time and quickly headed inside. She would probably only have minutes before someone came around asking questions and asking her to accompany them to the station. She wasn't going to resist the law, deny she had done what she had done. Blueblood deserved it, and it if meant spending a couple of nights in a cell, then so be it.

Arranging a chair so that when the police came, they would instantly see her sitting down waiting for them, she moved into the kitchen and got a glass of cranberry juice. She'd wait for them to arrive, toast them with her glass, grab her coat and let them carry her off.

They would be here soon, so she just sat down and waited. A little light music maybe. I fought the law and the law won seemed appropriate.

After ten minutes and two repetitions of the music, she was still waiting. Surely the police didn't have that bad a response time. No, they must all just have been busy. An officer would be along any minute now.

After an hour, Colgate had drunk the juice and was slumping in her chair, bored. This was just insulting now.

After three hours, with the sun hanging low in the afternoon sky, Colgate had to accept that the police weren't coming. There had been no activity of any kind outside her window for hours now, save for a couple of other students coming and going from their apartments. Maybe Blueblood hadn't called the police on her.

And for some reason, that though frightened her even more than if he had.

Weeks turned to months, and Colgate dedicated herself to her studies like never before. She had always been near the top of her class, but now she was smashing through the roof. Hers was always the first hand to go up when a question was raised, hers was always the best presentation or assignment to be handed back. Her tutors were impressed, and she heard along the grapevine that she might even be named the valedictorian of her year if she kept it up.

But for all her academic success, there was still something missing. She hadn't had sex for all that time. Ever since him; she couldn't bring herself to say his name anymore, she hadn't been able to work up the courage to try and get herself out there again. She just wasn't ready yet.

But she had needs, and her fingers just weren't taking care of it anymore. Even her beloved vibrators and magic hitachi wand were simply not up to the task of keeping her satisfied. She needed the touch of someone else.

She wasn't ready or interested in a committed relationship; that much was clear. Every time she looked at a co-ed and thought about trying to get a new boyfriend, then the memories of he shall not be named in polite company flooded back into her head from the vault she had banished him too. She couldn't risk having her heat broken again like she had that time. Maybe what she was looking for was someone who was just looking for a good time.

Yes, something casual would be perfect for now. Someone willing to get together for a night of fun, but keeping it purely at the platonic level as far as a relationship was concerned. Sex, nothing else but sex; that would do nicely.

And so, Colgate started looking through some of the classified ads on some papers and even online in the Canterlot area. It took quite some wading through the sheer number of ads that were just some random guy boasting about the size of his cock, or people promising that she would have the time of her life wrapped around this tick pole. She discarded those ones almost instantly; they weren't what she was looking for, and probably weren't even close to the massive thirteen inches that the ads all promised they were.

She was almost about to just give up when she spotted one ad right down the bottom of the paper. It was small, and stood out clearly if only because of how much it was trying to not be noticed.

Woman seeking adult companion(s) to share in the discreet exploration of fantasy. No preference male/female companion. Must be able and willing to engage in light bondage and roleplay. No strings attached.

Colgate looked at the ad. It was perfect. Just the sort of thing she had been looking for. Despite the fact that she had dated boys exclusively so far in her life, Colgate had long thought of herself as being Bi. Gender wasn't a big issue to her, and if this person in the ad was willing to experiment, then so was she.

Actually, no that wasn't quite true. She had been with girls before.

A girl.

Once.

Maybe.

It had been years ago, back when she was in her freshman year at university. She and a couple of friends had been invited to a frat party off campus.

The party had started off well enough. There was chips and dip, booze was flowing pretty freely for those who wanted it, and it was clear that the hosts had no issue to public displays of affection. Someone had even hired this young girl in glasses to run the sound system. She couldn't have been more than fourteen, maybe fifteen, but everyone said she was the best DJ this side of Manehattan. And Colgate had been impressed. The girl certainly seemed to know her stuff, effortlessly mixing records and driving the beat of the party. A case's worth of empty energy drink cans lined the stage next to her speakers, with an open one literally spinning on the playing record.

What she did remember though was the girl on the dance floor. She would have been about Colgate's age, and she had seriously cute amethyst eyes. And what was more, she seemed to be focusing them on Colgate herself, fluttering them in what could only be a 'come here' motion. Intrigued, Colgate winked back at her a couple of times. Though she hadn't ever tried it, she was open to it, and if this girl was flirting with her, then well, who knew what could happen? Frat parties were all about trying new things. Well, that and drunken orgies.

Fittingly, someone at the party must have spiked the punch with something rather strong, rum perhaps, as the last thing Colgate could really remember about that night was her on the dance floor, shaking her hips to the music and slowly working her way over towards where the girl was working her stuff.

After that the nigh because a bit of a blur; fragmented images so distorted that they couldn't have been real. It wasn't until the next morning that Colgate could remember anything clearly, and it was something that she would never forget.

(Five years earlier)

Groaning, Colgate opened her eyes and instantly wished that she hadn't. Light and noise assaulted her in ways there was no way it was legal to do so. Even raising her head up a little sent the room spinning, so she just fell back down into her bed.

Nausea assaulted her next. Acid bile crept up her throat and burned at the back of her mouth. She had never been this heavily hung over before; clearly the punch she had been last night had been hit with something rather strong. Whatever it was, she was grateful that she appeared to be home at least, in her own bed. She could have been waking up somewhere on the side of the road, or worse. If a hangover was the worst she experienced, then she would consider herself lucky and be more careful about what she drank in the future.

Once the nausea had subsided a little, she very carefully rolled over to the side of the bed, eager to get into the bathroom and wash herself down. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she hit her first clue that all was not as it seemed: there was a wall where there should have been empty space for her to get up.

Blinking her eyes to try and clear them, Colgate carefully craned her neck around, trying to get a good look at the offending structural redesign. Not only had someone installed a wall in her bedroom, they had also repainted the entire thing a different colour.

As the world around her slowly started to come back into focus, Colgate noticed other things that were wrong with her bedroom. The windows faced the wrong way, the bed itself was too small, and the sheets were the wrong colour. Something told her that this wasn't her apartment...

The final nail the coffin was the fact that there was another girl asleep in the bed with her.

Colgate quickly spun around to look at the other side of the bed, and instantly regretted it as the contents of her stomach threatened to come back up. Holding them down with all the drained will she could muster, Colgate look a look at the girl sleeping next to her. It was the girl from the night before, passed out on the bed. The covers had slipped down at some point during the night, revealing almost everything about her body to any who cared to look; a couple of freckles here and there, tits to die for and an ass that just begged to be squeezed into some skin tight shorts. Whoever the girl was, she clearly had taken good care of her body, as not an ounce of wasted far could be seen on her arms or legs.

Colgate was similarly dressed in a lack of any attire, and as her senses slowly started to settle back down and take stock of the room, it was clear from the piles of clothes on the floor, the sticky feeling between her legs and the overall smell of the room that sex had happened here last night.

She had thought that the girl was cute, but had they really...

With a massive BANG that sent shockwaves echoing throughout Colgate's skull, the door to the room crashed open and in walked the DJ from the night before. Unlike Colgate, she still looked fresh as a daisy, probably due to chugging way more than the recommended dose of energy drinks. Not a single hair was out of place in the creative chaos on top of her head, though it would have been hard to tell anyway. Most importantly, she was grinning like a maniac at the sight of Colgate gripping her head. Colgate quickly thrust a hand over her breasts, while the other one tried to cover her cunt. The girl just looked at her and smiled.

Oblivious to the pain she seemed to be causing, she walked in, a pair of water filled glasses carried on a tray, along with a couple of pills of some kind. She put them down next to Colgate and dropped the pills into the water, where they instantly started dissolving.

"Oh-ho, I know that look," she said, handing one glass to Colgate. "That's the 'oh, god, what did I do last night' look, isn't it." She stopped when she saw Colgate's futile attempts to preserve her modesty. "Relax, you don't have anything I haven't seen before. Nice though. Here, drink this, it will make you feel better."

Figuring that she had nothing to hide from the girl, Colgate lowered one hand, took the glass and gulped the contents. Instantly the headache dimmed a little, and she felt a little better than before. "Thanks," she muttered.

"No problem," the DJ said, "Vinyl Scratch always takes care of her ravers, and baby, you were on fire last night. You and that other chick were really into it." Vinyl stopped when she caught sight of the other girl in the bed. If it was possible, her grin spread even wider, threatening to escape the confines of her face altogether.

"Ooo, nice! You two did get it on. Aww, you should have called me; I'm totally down for a little three's action." Vinyl punctuated her words by flicking her tongue between the V of her spread fingers. The imagery was obvious, even for Colgate's diminished mental state.

"I'm not sure we actuall-," Colgate started, but Vinyl waved her off.

"Ahh, the old 'I don't remember' excuse. Classic." Vinyl fished in her pocket for a moment and pulled out her phone. "Maybe this will help you remember a bit." Swiping over the phone, she called up the camera and selected a couple of photos from the night before. "Trust me, blue, you and blond there was getting more than a little hot and heavy out there on the dance floor."

She flipped the phone over and showed Colgate the photo roll. There were four photos of Colgate and the other girl. The first one showed the pair of the on the dance floor, Colgate bent over and the other girl grinding her hips against her butt. Both of them looked like they were enjoying themselves. The second photo was a little more intimate, with the pair of them pressed up against each other, the other girl's arms around Colgate's neck. They were inches away from kissing in the photo.

The third photo was clearly a little bit later on. They had left the dance floor and moved onto one of the frat's couches. The girl was on her back, with Colgate on top of her, arms and legs wrapped around her. They were doing more than just kissing now, with one of her hands cupping the girl's breasts. People around them were clearly cheering at the sight, with several cameras clearly visible and trained on them.

The final photo was of her pulling the girl by the arm away from the crowds and towards a bedroom door; this one presumably. From the expression on her face, there was no question what would be following on next.

Colgate looked at the photos, hoping that they might jog something in her mind. Nothing clicked though; the night before was nothing but an alcohol fuelled blur and that was the way it was going to stay. Photos don't lie, however, and Colgate had no reason to think that Vinyl had faked the images. She wouldn't have had enough time for one thing.

A groan from the bed caught both of their attentions. On the bed the girl was waking up. She writhed around for a bit before putting a hand to her head. Fluttering her eyes for a moment, she looked up at Colgate and Vinyl, clearly trying to focus on them. "AAAAuuuuuggggggg," she groaned, shifting her hand from her hand to covering her mouth.

Vinyl picked up the second glass from the tray and handed it to the girl. She took one sniff of the contents and instantly both her eyes flicked wide open and she jumped out of the bed like a live wire had been run through the sheets.

"Make a hole," Vinyl called out, standing aside and flicking the window open. The girl made a beeline for the window and only just made it before she started retching. Vinyl just stood there, holding her hair out of her face.

"That's it, that's it, just let it out," she said, speaking softer than she had been before. She looked up at Colgate, adding, "not the first time I've had to do this. My GF is sweet and all that, but she's a total lightweight when it comes to holding her booze. Not that I'm admitting to underage drinking mind you." Vinyl game Colgate a quick 'nothing doing' smile. "Speaking of which," she continued, pulling her phone out with one hand and called up the photos of Colgate again. With a practiced finger she deleted all the photos. "She's great and all, but she only came out a month or two ago. She's still feeling a touch insecure, and if she found photos of me looking at another girl, she'd probably flip out. I love her, and she can use a cello bow like no girl I've ever met before if you know what I mean, but she can be SUCH a bitch at times."

Eventually the girl stopped vomiting. She stood up a little straighter and put a hand to her head. "Ow, ow, ow."

Vinyl handed her the glass again, which this time she gulped and swilled around before spitting it out the window. Once it was clear that she wasn't going to chuck up again, Vinyl gave her a pat on the shoulder. "You two good?"

The girl sat back down on the bed and held her head down in her hands. "Yeah, yeah, I think I'm ok now."

"Then my job is done. I'll leave you two love birds alone. You probably have a little talking to do." Vinyl winked at Colgate, or at least Colgate assumed that Vinyl winked at her; it was hard to tell under the nearly opaque glasses. With that, she just trotted out of the room, moments later banging someone else's room open in much the same manner as she had Colgate's.

Colgate wasn't quite sure what she should be doing right now. The other girl hadn't seemed to have realised that she was in the room with her.

Finally the girl seemed to notice Colgate looking at her. "Hey," she said weakly.

"Hey," Colgate repeated. There wasn't really much else to say.

"Don't take this the wrong way," the girl started, clearly addressing the elephant in the room, "but did we..." she paused flicking a finger between the pair of then, "have sex last night?"

Colgate nodded, "Yeah, I think we did. That DJ chick showed me a couple of photos."

"Do you remember any of it?"

Colgate shook her head. "Not really. It's mostly just a blur."

The girl looked a little relieved. "What's you name?"

"Minuette, but everyone just calls me Colgate now. How about you?"

She smiled a little, "I'm Cloud Kicker. What do you say, Colgate; care to pretend that none of this ever happened?"

"Sounds good to me."

Cloud Kicker picked up what was left of her glass of water. "To never speaking of this again, then. Now, could you hand me my bra?"

Ever since that night, Colgate had considered herself to be Bi. She hadn't actually done anything with another girl, but the idea that she could be attracted to females had always remained. After how things had ended up with Blueblood, she was in no hurry to give men another shot. Maybe the time was right for her to really explore the lesbian side to her sexuality. After all, she had enjoyed herself with Cloud Kicker, or at least she thought she did; she had no regrets about the idea that she had gone down on another chick. And if there was one thing she did enjoy, it was loosing herself in a vivid and passionate sexual fantasy.

Taking note of the email address attached to the advert, she quickly composed a reply message and sent it off into the ether.

A reply to her message had been forthcoming a couple of hours later, and a place to meet and discuss things was quickly established. A small cafe was the chosen place. Colgate got there a couple of minutes early and picked out a good spot near one of the walls where the tables were a little bit further apart. A perfect place to sit and meet with a total random stranger to discuss the terms for anonymous sex.

A few minutes later on, just as she had finished ordering a coffee for herself a shadow fell over her and a timid voice asked her "Are you expecting someone?"

Colgate looked up, sure that she knew the voice from somewhere. Who she saw standing over her was someone she certainly remembered, though not someone she ever expected to meet again, much like this.

Standing up above her was one of her old teachers from high school.

Colgate looked up at her, incredulous.

"Miss Cheerilee?"

Chapter 4 - The second session: Floating in the void

Hot for Teacher
Chapter 4: The Second Session - Floating in the Void

A week later, Colgate buzzed around her little apartment. The week had been good to her, and she had something special to look forward to tonight. Cheerilee would be over in a few minutes, having just phoned to say that she was on her way, and then the pair of them were going to do something she had wanted to try for a long time.

Sure she had enjoyed their session the week before; the roleplay had been fun and the sex was fantastic; Cheerilee had eaten her out better than most of her male lovers, but what could you expect from someone who had learned their technique from a true lesbian?

But tonight was her pick, something truly special for her. She had spent most of the afternoon making sure that she had everything she thought she was likely to need, and now she was ready. All that was missing was her partner.

A couple of minutes later, the door rang and Colgate nearly rushed over to open it. On the step was Cheerilee, her hair catching the last embers of the dying sun. She had a bottle of wine with her. In a floral dress and framed in the sunlight, she looked radiant. Colgate herself was dressed in a simple fluffy robe; one that could be easily removed at a moments notice.

Colgate quickly stepped aside and motioned for her to come inside. Cheerilee walked in, taking a quick glance around. Colgate's apartment wasn't much to look at, but it was home for her.

"This is...nice," she said, looking around at the front living room. Bookshelves filled with both recreational reading and medical and dental textbooks lined one wall. "It's cosy."

She seemed to remember that she was holding the wine. "Oh, I, uhh, I brought this. I don't know if you like red, but this is meant to be quite a nice one."

Colgate did like red, so long as one washed their mouth out after to prevent staining of the teeth. "I'll get some glasses. Make yourself at home." She dissapeared off into the kitchen and returned a moment later with a pair of wine glasses. She only had the two matching ones, but that was all that she needed right now.

Cheerilee poured out the wine and together they clinked and toasted. Colgate found the wine to be a little dry for her taste, but it was tasty none the less.

Quickly, they settled down on the couch and just started talking. They had plenty of time to get to the good stuff later on, but for the moment, they could just enjoy a relaxing moment chatting about nothing. Cheerilee was a facinating source of stories, Colgate quickly found. She seemed to have a tale for just about every occasion, but like every teacher, she also needed to vent a little about her students.

"Sometimes, I wonder if it really was a good idea to dismiss corporal punishment in schools," Cheerilee started, her lips loosened by a couple of glasses of wine. "Most of my kids are wonderful, but there are a couple I'd really love to give a smack to." She paused to take another sip of her wine. "A real pair of brats called Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon."

Colgate motioned for her to go on. There was nothing like hearing a little gossip.

"Silver isn't so bad. She's actually a pretty smart kid; could easily wipe the floor with just about everyone else, except for one other girl, Sweetie Belle. The pair of them are probably the smartest two in my class, but she just doesn't try half the time. She's always hanging around with Diamond Tiara, who is just a bully. Rich, spoilt and totally assured of her own superiority, Tiara just mocks the other children who aren't as entitled as she is."

This Diamond Tiara was sounded awfully familiar to Colgate.

"If I could, I'd have sent them down to the principles office a long time ago for a meeting with the school cane, but I can't do that anymore. Now the school board wants us to 'talk it over' with misbehaving students so that we can discuss their problems in a constructive environment."

Cheerilee finished her second glass of wine. "It's a bunch of crap from a group of people who haven't set foot in a high school classroom in decades. If one of them were to try and do my job for a week, they'd bring back floggings in a second."

Cheerilee seemed to realise that she had been ranting, as she caught herself before she said anything even more damning to herself. "Oh, but look at me go on. What about you, Colgate? Anything interesting happen to you?"

Nothing really interesting had happened in the last week. She'd just had classes during most of the time, followed by two days interning at Minty Fresh. She liked it there, but the workload was tough and took up much of her free time. That was why she was so excited for tonight; a chance to unwind with a like minded person.

Over the course of the next half hour, they polished off the bottle of wine and talked about a couple of other nonsense topics. Finally though, Cheerilee breached the reason they were there in the first place.

"So, Colgate, you said you wanted to try something different tonight? Shall we get started?" With three glasses of wine flowing through her, Cheerilee was feeling kind of bold, and eager to move on to the main event.

Colgate got up and walked towards her bedroom, finger crooked in a 'follow me' motion. Cheerilee walked in behind her and stopped up short when she saw Colgate's bedroom.

The bed itself had been cleared of everything save for the sheets. On each of the posts, silken clothes had been tied, just long enough to wrap around an arm or a leg. Where the pillows would have been there were a sleeper's blindfold mask and a large pair of noise cancelling headphones. It was what lay on the bedside table that caught Cheerilee's real attention though.

On the table were just about every variety of sex toy Cheerilee could care to name. A couple of various sized dildos, a vibrator or two, anal beads, and a butt plug. Aside from that there were other more innocuous items like a large feather.

"You said you wanted to try sensory deprivation, right?" Cheerilee asked, looking at the array of toys set next to the bed.

"That's right," Colgate said, clambering up onto the bed and laying down on her back. "Could you get my legs?" she asked, reaching up and grabbing the silk cords. Wrapping them around her arms several times, she lay spread eagled on the bed. Cheerilee grabbed the cords around the base of the bed and tied them to Colgate's legs, leaving her restrained on the mattress.

Colgate wasn't held fast by the restraints, but they were enough to keep her arms and legs from flailing about. She didn't want an arm or leg to hit Cheerilee when she couldn't see what she was doing. Plus, the restraints helped make her feel...vulnerable, that she was helpless to resist whatever Cheerilee wanted to do to her.

Cheerilee finished tying up the knots and she looked at Colgate, tied up on the bed. She could guess what would be happening next, so she picked up the blindfold and headphones. Colgate nodded to her and she strapped the blindfold over Colgate's eyes.

The last thing Colgate saw was Cheerilee putting the mask over her eyes. Cheerilee's eyes were smouldering with barely contained desire, amplified with the wine they had consumed. Then the headphones were secured over her ears, and suddenly everything changed for Colgate.

All she could hear was the sound of her own breathing reverberating in her ears. Freed from the distractions of the outside world, she noticed her own heartbeat, pumping faster from the excitement. She knew that Cheerilee was in total control now. She could tease her, fuck her raw, or even just leave her to squirm around on the bed, Colgate had absolutely no way of anticipating what was doing to happen.

And that was exactly what she wanted.

At first nothing happened. She waited, focusing hard on her own breathing, trying to stop it from getting any faster. Then she felt the tugs at the belt holding her robe in place. First one side of the belt, then the other and the knot came free.

A sudden rush of air on her skin and the robe was opened, settling down to the mattress at either side of her. Colgate hadn't worn anything under the robe, so now she knew that she was totally exposed, tied up and completely at Cheerilee's mercy. She could practically see her standing up above her, watching her or sorting through the selection of toys to use.

Knowing she was on display, unable to cover herself, or even sense her watcher, Colgate felt her body start to change on its own. Her nipples swelled, pointing up to the ceiling, and she could feel the heat rising from between legs. She wondered what Cheerilee would do first. Would she take her time, caressing her body, or would she be hard and fast, going for one of the dildos and filling her up?

The waiting was intense and Colgate could hear her heart going into overdrive.

Thump, thump, thump. It was all consuming, the only sound she could hear.

Again she waited, trying to get her heart under control. Cheerilee was teasing her, must have been teasing her, not doing and just watching.

A warm trickle of breath alerted her to Cheerilee's movements a moment before she felt one of her nipples be engulfed in a warm, moist suction. Hands squeezed her tit's grabbing hard and fast, while the moist suction moved from one nipple to the other, sucking hard and scraping teeth against the nubs. Colgate felt herself cry out, heard it through the vibrations of her own body, not through her ears.

As quickly as it had started, the hands and mouth were gone, and Colgate was alone again in her empty void. She was squirming around on the bed, pulling at the cords. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, the burning heat, but she couldn't do anything about it.

What followed was an excruciating wait where nothing happened. Colgate was practically twitching on her bed, anticipating Cheerilee's supposed moves. But none came. Very slowly, she calmed down, coming to rest on the bed again to await whatever else was coming her way.

What came was a feather light touch, right in the cleft of her neck. No, it wasn't a feather light touch, it was an actual feather. Cheerilee must have grabbed the feather from the table and was tracing lines on her body with it.

Colgate felt it glide down her body, leaving a trail of goose pimples in its wake. Down her collarbone, then it traced the curve of her breast. She bit her lip as it passed over her nipple, pressing lightly and tickling her sensitive nip. Down, down it went, drawing a line down her stomach until it came to rest just above her vagina.

Colgate held her breath, expecting the feather to slide down lower until it touched her most intimate part.

Cheerilee's tongue pierced her cunt, delving deep into her vagina and swirling around her clit. Colgate screamed, or thought she did at the penetration. Cheerilee's tongue darted around, exploring her depths, and then as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone, leaving Colgate gasping for more.

Then her mouth was back again, lapping and lightly biting her labial lips. Colgate thrashed on the bed, arms and legs twitching around wildly, restrained only by the cords she had wisely installed before hand.

Cheerilee's licked her, sucking hard. A pair of hands gripped her breasts and squeezed, eliciting a yelp from Colgate. Colgate couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything. All she could feel was Cheerilee; her hands groping, her tongue exploring.

Cheerilee kept eating her, kept at it. But she moderated herself, and kept Colgate right on the edge of building to orgasm for minutes. Or it could have been seconds, or hours. Colgate had totally lost track of the passing of time. All she knew was the pleasure Cheerilee had her feeling.

Finally, Cheerilee's mouth and hands vanished, and Colgate was alone again.

On either side of her body, she sensed a slight depression of the mattress. Likewise, she felt a weight above her. Then, she felt something brush against her breasts. Something soft rubbed against her, kissing her breasts. Cheerilee was above her, letting her own breasts hand down and touch Colgate's.

The weight above her increased as Cheerilee settled down, pressing her body into Colgate's. Their tits were mashed together. Colgate felt her nips pressing into Cheerilee, and the same pressing back at her. Then something long and thin slipped in between them.

Vibration. Cheerilee's chest jiggled on her. She had placed one of her vibrators in between them and turned it on. Hands grabbed the back of her head, and Cheerilee's lips met hers again.

Colgate relaxed into the kiss, meeting Cheerilee's tongue with her own. All her senses were on high alert, feeling the soft texture of Cheerilee's lips on hers. The vibrator sent pulses through her core.

They remained there for some time, Cheerille resting on top of Colgate, but then she was gone. Colgate whimpered, trying in vain to find Cheerilee again, but she was on her own.

Something smooth and slick touched her cunt. Colgate felt its glassy texture, cold on her warm flesh. Gingerly it probed her opening for a moment before easily sliding inside, parting her lips and stretching her apart. Colgate felt like she was going to be split in half, but the dildo didn't give her any respite. Rather than let her adjust to it, the dildo pulled back, squelching out in a quick motion

The dildo sped up, gliding inside her like a well oiled piston. Colgate couldn't resist it, couldn't stop it from rubbing against her. Heat built up inside her, begging to be released. The arm controlling the dildo sensed her excitement, speeding up again until surely if Colgate had been able to see it would have been nothing but a blur of motion.

Her breathing was hard in her ears now; it was all she could hear. Short ragged gasps. She was so close. The dildo blurred inside her, pumping hard. More, more.

Climax overtook Colgate, shaking her body harder than any she had felt before. Convulsions wracked her, one hand ripping free from its binding. Colgate could feel herself screaming in blind pleasure. On and on it went, hollowing Colgate out and leaving nothing but pure orgasmic bliss behind.

Visions danced before Colgate's eyes. Blinding colours and shapes swirling in the black void of the mask.

Then it was over. Colgate was spent, drained of everything. She was alone, blind and deaf. She couldn't feel anything; couldn't remember how to move her limbs properly. All she could do was breathe and listen to her heartbeat pumping hard.

Colgate felt hands grip the headphones covering her ears. A moment later they were removed, and sound returned to her. Next came the eye mask, and Colgate had to squint her eyes against the burst of light assailing her from the overhead lights.

Blinking rapidly to try and clear her vision, she looked up at the purple outline that resembled Cheerilee. Tears dripped from her eyes and slowly, gloriously her vision returned to her. Cheerilee's outline came into focus and Colgate looked up at her, her frame surrounded by a halo of the lights behind her.

Dressed only in her panties, Cheerilee held in one hand the gleaming glass dildo she had mere moments ago assailed Colgate's insides with. Cum glistened from its bulbous head as Cheerilee raised it to her mouth and licked it clean, fellating the dildo as if it had been a real dick.

While Cheerilee was licking her prize clean, Colgate noticed the bulges in her panties. Cheerilee's panties scarcely disguised the outlines of the butt plug and one of Colgate's vibrators inserted within her own orifices. A low steady buzz came from between Cheerilee's legs, muted by the layers of flesh it had to pass through. The lower half of Cheerilee's panties were dark with absorbed moisture

When she was done licking the toy, Cheerilee leant over and started to unwind the cords holding Colgate in place. Her attempts were slowed by Colgate pulling her head up and suckling on Cheerilee's chest.

Finally though, she was free, and Colgate flexed her arms and legs.

"So, how was it?" Cheerilee asked.

"Fantastic," Colgate replied, her breathing slowing to the point when she was able to speak again. "Everything was so much more...intense. Touch, texture, everything was just more."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Cheerilee went on, extracting the plug and vibrator from her own body. "I'll go clean these up if you want."

Colgate shook her head. "Don't. I'll do it all later on. Right now, care for a drink?"

Cheerilee smiled at her. "Just one. I've still got some assignments to go over this weekend, and a hangover would be a bad move for my student's grades.

Colgate gave her a hug. Nothing sexual about it, just two people embracing. "I understand. Come on, I'm sure I have something decent in the cupboard."

A half hour later, Cheerilee let herself out of Colgate's apartment, shutting the door behind her and headed out towards the street. Night time was well and truly arrived by now, and the moon hung high in the sky. Crickets chirped somewhere unseen in the bushes. It was a really nice night.

Heading down the path, Cheerilee's head snapped up when she heard a voice from over the fence.

"Sounds like you two had a good time."

Cheerilee looked over the fence to see another woman seated on a chair out the front of her apartment. A cigarette was smoking away in her hand and a glass of wine was on a table next to her. A light set into the wall above her cast a pool of light around her.

Cheerilee blushed, though it was hard to see in the dark. "Oh, you...you heard that?"

The woman smiled at her and took a short drag on her cig. "The walls here aren't exactly soundproof." she thumped a hand against the wall that joined her apartment with Colgate's. Getting up from her chair, she walked over to the fence and stuck her hand over the railing. "Berry Punch."

"Cheerilee," Cheerilee replied, taking Berry's hand. "Sorry around the noise."

Berry shook her head. "Not to worry. It's good to see Colgate getting herself back out there. I take it she told you about what happened before she met you?"

Cheerilee nodded. "She told me a bit. She found out her boyfriend was cheating on her?"

Berry gave her a sign in the affirmative. "That's right. Did she ever tell you what his name was?"

Cheerilee shook her head. "No, just that he was a rat bastard. Do you know who it was?"

"I do," Berry said coolly. 'But it isn't my secret to tell. If Colgate hasn't told you herself, I'm not going to go behind her back. My own little one would hate me if I started talking about her behind her back, and I think of Colgate almost as a little sister."

She paused to throw the cigarette down to the ground and stamped it out with the heel of her shoe. "I'm sure that she'll tell you eventually. She's quite different now that you are here."

"Me?" Cheerilee wasn't sure where Berry was going with this.

"You. She's much happier since you came into her life. She's a good kid, Cheerilee. I hope you stick around for a while."

Cheerilee looked back at the door she had just come out of. "I plan to."

Chapter 5 - The third session: A lack of discipline

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Chapter 5: The Third Session: A Lack of Discipline

The next week of classes was tantamount to torture for Colgate. She had multiple essays to get done, some of while were nothing more than just an exercise in rote learning. She knew all the material she needed to report on, so writing it was a total bore. Even the days she spent at Minty Fresh were slow and laborious. The people she normally worked with were out on holiday, and she would up being stuck with a dentist who treated her as if she was a total idiot, taking far longer to explain what she was doing and why than it would have done just to get on and do it. Colgate knew the steps involved in performing a cavity repair or a root canal, but no matter how many times she proved it by correctly listing off the steps or answering abstract questions, the dentist never quite seemed to believe her.

So when she got an email from Cheerilee halfway through the week, it was like a glorious ray of sunshine had struck her face. Cheerilee had promised to get back to her with an idea of what she wanted to do, and now here it was. Quickly she read through the email, a smile rising on her cheeks as she did so.

Hi, Colgate. Hope you are well.
I've thought about this coming weekend a lot, and I think I've got something very special planned. Remember when I mentioned discipline as a possible idea? Well, I've got a scenario planned for that. Something that would get me fired if I tried it on that brat, Diamond Tiara. I'm sure you will be up to the task though.

Dress slutty.

Also, you mentioned that you were willing to try anal play if you had warning? If you are still willing, could you make the preparations?

Cheerilee.

So when the weekend came around, Colgate had indeed taken the time to dress up like a true slut. Her old school skirt, which she had kept for god knows what reason was altered and shortened so that it was now little more than a band of fabric barely able to cover her butt even when she was standing straight up. Any attempt to lean forward would cause it ride up over the curve of her ass. Married to that was a shirt that she quickly tied up into a half knot, leaving a large part of her navel exposed while also accentuating the curves of her breasts. More than a little cleavage was visible. Topping it all off was the gum. She had packed a couple of pieces specifically the chew when she got to Cheerilee's.

She was the splitting image of the slut brat schoolgirl, and she had no doubt that Cheerilee would take great pleasure in punishing so obviously a naughty girl.

Likewise, she had spend some of the afternoon in her bathroom, squatting in the bathtub and using a couple of special pieces of equipment and a bottle of antibacterial desensitising solution, she had cleaned out her bowels in accordance with Cheerilee's request. It had taken some time, and much effort, but she was sure that she was as clean as could be physically done. For exactly what Cheerilee had planned, she didn't know, but it was sure to be exciting.

That evening, arriving at Cheerilee's and tactfully covered in a pair of old jeans and a jacket, Colgate rang the bell and waited. A moment later on, Cheerilee opened the door, beaming at her.

"Colgate, welcome, welcome. Do come in. I've been looking forward to this all week." She leaned forward and hugged Colgate tightly, their lips meeting and kissing gently for a few seconds before Cheerilee stepped back and let her inside.

Shutting the door behind her, Colgate yanked off her jacket and pants, revealing her decidely skimpy costume to Cheerilee. Cheerilee drank her up, eyes roaming freely around her curves. Colgate watched her smile.

"Oh, my, yes. That will do nicely," Cheerilee said, clearly approving. "Did you also...?"

Colgate nodded, understanding at once what Cheerilee was asking for. "All clean."

"Very good."

"So, shall we get to it?" Colgate asked. She was ready to get started

"In a few moments. Do make yourself comfortable. I just need to get changed and get into character, as it were." Cheerilee excused herself and walked off into what Colgate saw appeared to be some kind of study or office. There was a desk and a couple of bookshelves, but she couldn't see any more than that.

When after a few seconds, Cheerilee did not return, she sat down and started to look around. The room looked almost exactly the same as it had a scant two weeks before when she hand Cheerilee had eaten each other out on the carpet. Indeed, Colgate fancied that she could just make out small discolouration on the rug that matched precisely where they had lain together, dripping sweat and vaginal secretions. A blink and it was gone though, a mere trick of the light.

A few minutes later, Colgate heard a knock at the door of the study. Odd considering that this was Cheerilee's own house. Slightly muffled, she heard Cheerilee's voice from the other side.

"Alright, I'm ready now. Come on in. Class is now in session."

Grabbing a wad of gum and shoving it into her mouth, Colgate headed over to the door and walked into a principles office.

Min strode into the headmistresses office like she owned the place, not even bothering to knock as she flung the door open and slammed it behind her.

Sitting at her desk, the headmistress, Ms. Cheerilee looked up at her over the rims of half moon glasses, and from the look on her face, she was not impressed with what she saw. Dressed in a very severe looking dark grey suit and with her hair done up in a no nonsense bun, she was every inch the serious headmistress who ruled the school with an iron fist. She motioned for Min to take the empty chair opposite her.

"Please, take a seat, Miss Minuette."

Min didn't move, but instead slowly blew a bubble from the gum she was chewing, letting it build up before popping. Ms. Cheerilee just watched her, face impassive. "So, why am I here, Cheerilee?"

At the mention of her name, Cheerilee shot Min a look that would have caused hell to freeze over. Eyes hard, she pressed her fingers together, saying in a low tone far more dangerous than if she had been shouting, "In this office, in this school, you will refer to me as headmistress or Ms. Cheerilee. Do you understand, Miss Minuette? Now, Take. A. Seat."

Talking her time, Min walked over to the desk and sat down in the seat. Ms. Cheerilee didn't say anything else, but appeared to be looking over a number of papers. Finally she put them down and levelled her gaze at Min.

"Right then. Minuette, do you know why I called you here today?"

Min didn't know, nor did she particularly care. "Nup. Care to enlighten me, teach?"

Ms. Cheerilee pursed her lips, trying to repel the desire to strangle the impudent girl before her. Instead she picked up the papers she had been looking at before and slid them over to Min. "In the last fortnight, you have been reported four times for tardy, three times for abusive language, twice for uniform violations." Ms. Cheerilee paused for a moment and waved a hand at Min's attire. Her uniform was totally unacceptable, with the skirt being at least five inches above where it was meant to be. "And most of all, you were caught in the girls bathroom with alcohol and cigarettes"

Min wasn't impressed. "Yea, maybe, so?"

Ms. Cheerilee took a deep breath. "Don't think that I haven't noticed that the change in your behaviour has coincided with the departure of your parents abroad. I called you here to give you one chance to change your ways and make it up to the school. Go back to how you used to be, and we'll say no more on the matter, but if you won't, then I'll have no choice but to call your parents and let them know exactly what you have been doing."

"Like you would." Min's words were obviously a challenge. She didn't think that she would really go through with such a threat. Ms. Cheerilee was just a lame old woman with an overblown sense of her own importance.

Raising one eyebrow, Ms. Cheerilee picked up a card roller she had on her desk and flipped through it until she came to Min's card. On it were the names and contact numbers of her parents. Ms. Cheerilee picked up a phone from her desk and started dialling the number for her fathers mobile. Slowly, deliberately she pressed each number, not breaking eye contact with Min. "I imagine that your parents will be none to pleased to hear that their daughter has been expelled while they are on holiday."

"You wouldn't," Min breathed, the first crack in her armour appearing. Her parents would kill her if she got expelled, doubly so if they had to cut their holiday short because of it.

In response, Ms. Cheerilee just kept on punching in numbers, and then hovered her finger over the dial button. "Wouldn't I?" Very slowly, her finger fell, inching closer to the button that would end Min's life.

"Wait!" she called out, caving in.

"Mmm?" Ms. Cheerilee hummed, pausing.

"I-I'll do anything. I'll stop being a bad student. Just don't call my parents."

Ms. Cheerilee's face lit up with a smile that Min would have called downright predatory. "Anything you say? I can work with anything. You, Minuette, are suffering from a total lack of discipline. I think it's high time we did something about that. Get up and lean over the desk, Minuette."

Min did what she was told, getting up and leaning forward until her forearms were resting on the desk. Her skirt had ridden up her butt so that her underwear was totally on display.

Ms. Cheerilee got up as well, but as she got up, she picked up a nasty looking yardstick that had been resting beside her desk. Gently she blew a little dust from one end. "It's been so long since I've had a chance to use this beauty. Carved from grey gum, Eucalyptus propinqua, if you are feeling scientific. One of the hardest woods on the planet. There's no chance it will break, if that is what you are wondering."

Ms. Cheerilee walked around behind Min. Min realised what was going to happen a moment before it actually did, and she just had time to tense up before a high pitched whistling noise cut through the air.

'THWACK'

Pain blossomed out from Min's rear as the yardstick slapped her butt.

"Ahh!" she screamed, mouth muffled into her arm. A second stroke joined the first, earning a second yelp from her.

Ms. Cheerilee's face appeared next to her head, smiling with pleasure. "Of course, corporal punishment is technically outlawed, but I'm sure that you won't be telling anyone. Not if you don't want to get sent back to kindergarten."

Min realised just how over a barrel Ms. Cheerilee had her. She bit her lip and shook her head.

Ms. Cheerilee's grin reached Cheshire Cat proportions, threatening to escape the confines of her face altogether. "I'm glad we understand one another. Now if you'll excuse me..." Another two strikes from the yardstick assailed Min's ass, which now felt like it was on fire.

Another half dozen strikes and it was over. Min's butt must have been glowing, it was so hot. Ms. Cheerilee came around the desk and sat down, putting the yardstick back in its place. "There, so much better now. Do you think you've learned your lesson?"

Min nodded dumbly, glad that the lesson was over.

"Great," Ms. Cheerilee said, getting up again. "And now that the discipline is out of the way, it's time for you to convince me not to tell your parents."

Min had no idea what Ms. Cheerilee was talking about. Hadn't she just done that?

Rather than walk around the desk again, Ms. Cheerilee lifted up one of her legs and placed it on the desk, resting her arms on it. Min's eyes widened when she saw that Ms. Cheerilee's pants were actually missing the crotch, and that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Min could see Ms. Cheerilee's cunt, flushed and dripping with secretions half a metre in front of her.

"I'm sure you can put two and two together in this situation, Miss Minuette. You don't want me to tell your parents, so," she paused for a moment and prised her pussy apart, revealing wet pink walls, "convince me."

Min couldn't believe that she was really going to do this, but she rolled over onto her back and slid over the desk until she was between Ms. Cheerilee's legs. Right above her, Ms. Cheerilee's cunt was dripping, small specks of her excitement landing on Min's face.

Timidly, she stuck out her tongue and gave one slow lick, swiping from front to back. Above her, Ms. Cheerilee moaned. "Oh, yes, that's it. You're a naughty little slut aren't you?"

Seeing no other option, Min started flicking her tongue across Ms. Cheerilee's gash, picking up speed and changing her angle of attack. She figured that the sooner she could get the headmistress off, then the sooner she could be done and just forget about things. It wasn't the first time she had eaten pussy; she and her best friend had experimented one night after stealing one of her father's porno movies, but it wasn't something she did regularly.

Above her, Ms. Cheerilee was having a wonderful time. She hadn't gotten to exert control like this in years, and Minuette was doing a decent job of pleasuring her; clearly this wasn't her first time munching on carpet.

Moaning with every lick of her cunt, she looked down at Minuette, the student spread out on her back with her head disappearing between her legs. Ms. Cheerilee wasn't finished with her yet, not by a long shot.

"This uniform is totally unacceptable. I'm going to have to confiscate it," she said, grabbing the collar of Min's shirt with both hands and pulling it apart sharply. Buttons flew off in every direction and the offending shirt was torn into pieces.

Min sat up, shocked at the wanton vandalism. She had liked that shirt. Ms. Cheerilee put a firm hand on her chest, right between her breasts and pushed her back down. "I didn't say you could stop."

It was then that she saw something else. Min's skirt, up so high that it might as well not have been there was framing a curious sight. On Min's panties, a small wet patch was beginning to form and expand quite rapidly. The little bitch was getting aroused by all this.

"My, my, looks like you are enjoying this just a little bit too much, my dear Minuette," Ms. Cheerilee said, leaning over and running one finger down Min's panties, tracing the outline of her cunt on the fabric. She set spot was growing bigger before her eyes and the second she touched Min's covered cunt, her legs snapped shut on a reflex, but Ms. Cheerilee pushed them open again, not taking her eyes off them.

Min tried to say something, but all she succeeded in doing was to moan indistinctly into Ms. Cheerilee's pussy, causing fresh jolts of pleasure for the older headmistress. Before Min could make any other protests, Ms. Cheerilee grabbed Min's panties in one hand and pulled them over to one side, revealing her glistening cunt to sight.

Min tried to sit up again, but this time Ms. Cheerilee was ready for her, and she sat down with enough weight to keep her skilled little pussy licker in place. She rubbed one finger along Min's slit, coating it in wetness before pushing it inside. She felt Min tense up under her, hissing into her own cunt.

Ms. Cheerilee moved her finger a couple of times, getting Min all nice and loose for the next part of the fun. Once she was sure that Min was all slick inside, she leaned over and grabbed her yardstick again. Carefully she picked up a rubber stopper she had made for it years ago and put it over the top of one end, removing all the sharp edges. Now smoothened, she lined up the yardstick with Min's pussy and pushed forwards a little, letting the rubber head probe and prod against her opening.

"You're a dirty little slut aren't you, Minuette?" she asked, more of a hypothetical question than one she actually wanted an answer for. Below her, Min moaned something, but kept on licking away.

"And you know what happens to dirty little sluts? They get fucked!"

With no further preamble, Ms. Cheerilee pushed the yardstick into Min's cunt, sinking the rubber topped end in an inch, two inches, three. She felt Min scream out in surprise and possibly pain.

Giving her only a few seconds to adjust to the stick up her cunt, Ms. Cheerilee started pumping it roughly, quick jerky motions that were in no way interested in the pleasure of the girl she was abusing.

Stunned by the sudden penetration, Min stopped licking Ms. Cheerilee. The feeling of the stick inside her was just too much. It had hurt that first, stretching her walls out like crazy, but now, it was starting to feel...good.

Shame burned on her cheeks as instinctively she spread her legs open a little wider, giving Ms. Cheerilee more room to play around in. A fat squelching noise filled the room in time with every thrust into her body, and Min found herself moaning with every one.

Ms. Cheerilee was not ignorant of what was happening. She could see Min loosening up for her, see her start to match her thrusts with little movements of her hips. Most of all, she saw that Min's pussy was now dripping freely, with her beloved yardstick absolutely coved in juice. Leaning over Min, she lay down on her body and gave Min's clit a lick, trailing down until her tongue met with her yardstick. Ms. Cheerilee sighed in pleasure as she licked up the mixed taste of Min's sweet pussy and the musty taste of the hardwood.

Min bucked and thrashed around on the desk, sending sheets of paper to the four corners of the office as Ms. Cheerilee had her way with her. The combination of Ms. Cheerilee's tongue, and the improvised dildo penetrating deeply into her was all too much for her to take, and moments later, climax wracked her body, her cunt clamping down around the yardstick. Ms. Cheerilee stopped licking and latched her mouth around Min's spasming cunt, lapping up every dribble of cum she could.

Bright light danced behind Min's eyes, and her mouth was locked open in a wordless scream, muffled by Ms. Cheerilee's ass. Pleasure jolted her body, leaving her powerless in her headmistresses' embrace.

Spent, she fell lip to the desk, sweat covering her body. Her pussy was still weakly twitching around the stick, trying feebly to milk it further. Ragged breathing filled the room as Min heaved for air.

Ms. Cheerilee however still seemed fresh as a daisy, and she simply pushed herself off of Min and surveyed her handiwork. The girl was a total wreck, with flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. But Ms. Cheerilee wasn't done just yet. Minuette's mouth and cunt may have been used now, but the girl still had one more perfectly serviceable hole yet to feel her authority.

Leaving Min panting on the desk, Ms. Cheerilee calmly walked over to a locked cupboard on a shelf and opened it, pulling out a velvet lined box she kept for just this occasion. She hadn't had cause to use it in years, but she had no doubt that it would still be up for the task.

Min watched her, partly hoping that maybe this was all over now. Surely she had earned the headmistresses silence by now? What could possibly be left?

Ms. Cheerilee opened the box and beheld its contents. Inside the box, recessed in a purpose cut indentation was a large silicone strap-on, and a bottle of lubricant. Despite having been left in the dark for years, they were both ready for service.

She pulled the strap-on out of its box and ran a hand along its length, tracing the curves and ridges of the fake phallus. She had missed using it. Quickly she undid the harness, removed her pants and attached the implement to her body, tightening the straps until it was securely bound to her body. A small nub build into the base of the dildo slotted between her legs and rested against her clitoris.

Slowly she turned around, the strap-on bobbing around with her steps, rubbing against her clit in the process. Picking up the bottle of lube, she squirted a generous glob onto the silicone and began lathering it up.

Min watched her, eyes widening in shock. Ms. Cheerilee began to advance on her, bottle of lube in hand and purpose in her eyes.

"You would not believe just how much of a pain in my ass you have been there last two weeks, Minuette. It's high time that I return the favour."

Min couldn't take her eyes off the plastic dick. She wasn't even sure if she could fit such a thing into her pussy. She didn't resist as Ms. Cheerilee grabbed her arm and rolled her over so she was back on her stomach. Ms. Cheerilee's hands grabbed her underwear and pulled them down around her ankles. A moment later, the cold freeze of the lube dribbled down her ass, spreading into her crack before being rubbed in by one of Ms. Cheerilee's hands.

Ms. Cheerilee stepped up behind her, grabbing hold of the dildo and lining it up with Min's cunt. She probed forwards once or twice, just testing the resistance. Then, unseen by Min, she angled up a little and shoved forwards, pressing the tip of the strap-on to Min's anus and pulling her hips back.

Min's eyes boggled as she felt Ms. Cheerilee at her backdoor. Her body clamped down, trying to keep the intruder out, but it was too slick and slowly, the bulbous head of the strap-on pushed aside her sphincter and slid inside easily. Her anus stretched out to accommodate the girth, screaming in protest. It stung fiercely, but she couldn't do anything to stop Ms. Cheerilee from driving into her.

Finally, Min felt the strap-on reach its hilt inside her. She was full up like she never had been before; it felt like she hadn't taken a crap in days. And then the reverse started; Ms. Cheerilee started pulling out, leaving only a vacuum behind. When only the tip was left inside her, Min felt it slam back into her, filling her up again.

It hurt, and felt strange, but under the pain, Min could feel a seed of pleasure. Every time Ms. Cheerilee filled her up, the pain got a little less, aided by several new squirts of lube along the way. Another minute later and they were banging away in rapidity, Ms. Cheerilee thrusting away like a man into Min. Min's body was adjusting to the intrusion, and she was starting to enjoy the rough sex, starting to push her hips back to match Ms. Cheerilee's thrusts.

Ms. Cheerilee was in heaven. Minuette was delightfully tight, leading to some spectacular friction. Every thrust made her feel powerful, and more than that, it was bringing her closer to her own orgasm. The insert was working perfectly, and it wouldn't be long before she reached nirvana.

Each thrust was harder than the last, longer, deeper, stronger. She was close now, so very close. just a couple more strokes. Her clit was on fire, tingling with all the stimulation. One more thrust.

Ms. Cheerilee gave one particularly savage thrust forward with her hips, sinking the strap-on as deep as she could. Fireworks exploded in her mind and her knees buckled under the weight of the most intense orgasm she had experience in years. Slowly, she sank down to the ground, lightheaded.

Min was also close to experiencing her own second orgasm when Ms. Cheerilee came. The sudden removal of the dildo from her butt was agonizing, and it left her feeling hollowed out. One of her hands tried vainly to recreate the feeling, sinking a finger into her now vacant ass, but it was no use and nowhere near large enough. Frustrated, she watched as her climax drifted away out of reach.

Angry, she turned on Ms. Cheerilee, who was climbing back into her seat on the other side of the desk. Ms. Cheerilee wasn't impressed by her death glare, and with a look of extreme satisfaction, she picked up the couple of discipline sheets she had shown to Min and tapped them back into a near pile.

"Well then," Ms. Cheerilee said, far more cheerful than the last time she had sat in the chair. "I trust I have made my point with you. Keep misbehaving like you have been, and I'll have no choice but to call you back here for another lesson in discipline. Do I make myself clear?"

There was no question as to the implications contained within her comment. Min figured that she could probably find a way to get in trouble tomorrow if she needed to.

"Good," Ms. Cheerilee said, smiling calmly at her, as if the last half hour hadn't ever happened. "Then run along now, Miss Minuette. Class Dismissed."

Hot, tired and more than a little sore, Colgate fell back down to the top of the desk. There was no question that she was going to feel this session in the morning. Cheerilee had been a little bit rough on her, but Colgate wanted to make her happy, so she was willing to go along with it.

What she didn't expect was for Cheerilee, after ending the session, to dive right back between Colgate's legs and start eating her out again. Unlike the session they had just ended, Cheerilee's movements were slow, languid and graceful. There was no hurry in her measured licks and gentle nips, just a slow passionate consummation of carnal desire.

For another ten minutes solid, Cheerilee worked at her, taking her time and bringing Colgate to climax after climax. It wasn't until Colgate herself told her to stop did Cheerilee draw back from her crotch and clamber over the desk to kiss her, working her tongue there with equal skill.

Only when they both had to separate for breath did they stop the kiss.

"What was that for?" Colgate asked, panting as she recovered her breath.

Cheerilee gave her a genuine smile. "You would have had a rough time back there; I made sure of it. That was just my way of saying thank you. Feel better?"

Colgate did. Already she didn't feel as sore as she had before, no doubt the results of the feel good endorphins released by orgasm.

"Also," Cheerilee said, a little hesitant. "I wanted to make it up to you. I'm not going to be able to come next weekend."

"Why?" Colgate asked.

"It's Canterlot High's annual Nightmare Night celebration next weekend, and I'm organising much of the events that will be going on. I'm not going to be able to spare the time to come and see you, I'm afraid."

Colgate wasn't about to let that stop her. She liked Cheerilee, and she was more than willing to spend time with her that didn't involve fucking like rabbits. "Could I lend a hand?"

Cheerilee gave her a genuine smile of pleasure and leaned over to kiss her again. "I was hoping you would say that. Of course you can help."

Colgate returned the kiss. "See you there then."

Chapter 6 - Nightmare Night, What a Fright. Give me something sweet to BITE!!!

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Chapter 6: Nightmare Night, what a fright. Give me something sweet to BITE!

Nightmare Night was a Canterlot tradition. It celebrated the night that supposedly a great warrior, Solaire, wielding the power of the pure sun had banished a powerful demon that had been terrorising the dreams of the townspeople. Colgate had no doubt that the actual story was something far more mundane, but even still, she loved the tradition that had grown up around it. Children would get dressed up in scary clothes and pretend to be the demon, or they would dress in bright shiny costumes to be the warrior of light, paper swords and plastic shields clashing in the street. The demons would go around town, demanding tributes of candy from houses in exchange for not stealing their dreams. If they could get home without running into a light warrior, they got to keep it all. If they did encounter one, they had to give half of it over.

Naturally, more children dressed up as demons than light knights. On every street, there were spooky decorations up and children ran screaming through the streets, either clutching bags of candy they had extorted from houses, or trying to catch the kids who did. Colgate had always been a Solaire supporter, eager to chase down the other kids from her block.

Canterlot High would always put on an activity night for those children who's parents couldn't be around to supervise, with their own internal candy gauntlet, shows and entertainment. Principle Celestia and her sister, Vice Principle Luna would get in on the action as well, the pair dressing up and watching over the proceedings from atop theatrical reproductions of Solarie's and the Nightmare's thrones.

Colgate made her way over towards Canterlot High, tongue running around the special retainers she had made earlier in the week. She hadn't celebrated Nightmare Night for years, but when Cheerilee asked if she would like to help out at the party, she had decided she would go all out and really get into character.

Tonight she was going to be a vampire, and not one of the modern touchy feely 'oh woe is me' teen vampires. She was going old school dark gothic. Fangs, black capes, bats, the works. Berry had helped her make a black cape, lined with red velvet and a white lace cravat. She was quite the seamstress when push came to shove. Colgate figured that it must have come from patching up all of Ruby's clothes.

At the same time, Minty Fresh had been rather quiet in the week leading up to Nightmare Night. While the week afterwards would be totally packed, the week before was typically empty, as who went for a dental check up in the days before a massive sugar festival? As such, Colgate had some free time and the staff at Minty Fresh had been more than happy to let her play around with some of the dental lab equipment during the slow hours. She was there to get experience after all.

With a perfect mould of her own mouth, Colgate had fashioned for herself a set of retainers complete with two inch fangs. The fangs were a little hard to talk around, but she was sure she would get used to them eventually. Dressed up in her fangs, cape and cravat, she thought she cut a pretty dashing figure that was sure to conjure up the old sensual mystery of the vampire legend.

Arriving at Canterlot High, she headed towards the main hall, remembering the way as if she was still a student, despite not having been on grounds for years before today. Memories of her time here flooded back, some bad, but most good. Canterlot High was a good place to go to school.

Right now however, it was covered in fake cobwebs, plastic skulls and similar adornments, decorations placed there by her and other volunteers during the day. Cheerilee had said this was always one of the parts that needed the most help, and Colgate had been happy to lend a hand for a couple of hours earlier. When the school came back next week, there would be a massive cleanup by the students, but for now, the place looked positively creepy.

Gliding through the school, Colgate headed for the hall, following the sounds of activity and the lights pouring out from the windows. She reached the hall and pushed open the door to reveal a scene that looked like a child's birthday party supersized out to fill the entire auditorium.

Up on the stage were Celestia and Luna, both perched on their respective thrones at opposite ends of the hall. Celestia was dressed up in the gleaming silver armour of Solaire, a proud sun emblazoned on her chest. Her seat was surrounded by bright lights, each one reflecting off of her chest plate and turning her into a miniature sun herself. Across her lap was a long silver sword, while a shield sat by her throne, ready to be used later on.

Luna on the other hand was playing the part of the Nightmare. Her armour was dark and jagged, with lots of sinister undertones and made up primarily of near blacks and purples. Unlike Celestia, her throne sat in near total darkness; a darkness that Luna wholly owned as her own. A halberd made of jet black steel was strapped to a stand next to her. In reality it was just made of black plastic, but the kids didn't have to know that.

Later on, as the night began to draw to a close, the pair of them would re-enact the supposed duel between Solaire and the Nightmare, just as they did every year. For now though, they sat on their thrones, Celestia calling out directions to her minions, who were composed mostly of some parents and a couple of older students. They were making half hearted attempts to block and grab at the demon mask wearing children as they ran past, screaming with delight. On her end, Luna was commanding her hordes to take as much candy as they could from the set of cardboard houses next to Celestia's stage and run all the way back to her welcoming darkness.

Colgate watched them for a few moments, remembering back to when she was their age, and Nightmare Night was the greatest thing ever. Now though, all she could think about was the candy, and just how many cavities it had caused over the years. Her parents had always made her brush twice on Nightmare Night, and with good reason too.

Still, it wasn't all about candy anymore. The school offered far more than just a quick candy run for those who were attending.

Looking around the nest of the hall, Colgate saw that it was packed with children of all ages. While it had first started a few years back as a fancy after school care for the parents of kids unable to make the celebration, it had long since expanded beyond that and large numbers of children who didn't attend the school would come purely for the night. Many serving students would also help out, getting credit for various extra curriculum activities by participating. In one corner of the hall, near Luna's stage and no doubt taking full advantage of the limited light available, one student who was constantly calling herself Trixie was performing sleight of hand magic tricks to the delight of a bunch of kindergartners. They were squealing and gurgling as she pulled cards and other objects out of a seemingly bottomless pocket, or made an entire vase of flowers vanish with a flick of her hat and cape.

Colgate watched for a little while longer before turning away and heading off in search of the person she was really looking for. Cheerilee was playing a very special role in tonight's celebration. While Celestia and Luna were playing the hero and villain of the piece respectively, Cheerilee had been cast in the role of the damsel. What had caused the knight Solaire to seek out and banish the Nightmare had been the kidnapping of his beloved, whom the Nightmare planned to consume the soul of in order to gain eternal life. Cheerilee was working the behind the scene angle of the night, making sure that all was running smoothly and handling any minor squabbles that might arise, but when the fight scene came around she would be on stage herself, tied up to a post for Celestia to rescue. All she had to do was to stand there and scream occasionally before pretending to swoon as Celestia untied her.

Colgate caught sight of Cheerilee towards the back of the hall, setting up a plate of chips and dip along with a pitcher of water and plastic cups. Deciding to see if there was anything she could do to help, Colgate started to head over. She didn't get more than a few steps before she was rudely brushed aside by three figures who had swept past her without even an excuse me.

"Hey, watch it," she said, turning to confront the people who had pushed her aside. She stopped as soon as she got a good look them. There was something odd about theme, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. All three were covered in full length cloaks, with hood pulled down to the point that she could only see the bottom half of their faces. Their arms were pressed together at the wrist, hands hidden under the folds of their cloaks. From the curve of their chins, Colgate could see that they were girls, and the lead girl's mouth was curved back in what could only be a sneer.

"Nice costume," she said, derisively. Colgate could tell she wasn't being sincere. "What are you meant to be?"

Colgate had thought that what she was meant to be was fairly obvious, but she bared her teeth, showing off her fangs and hissing at the trio. The two girls behind the leader retreated a step at the sound, but the leader didn't flinch in any way.

One of the other girls said, "she's a vampire? For realsies?" She and the other girl continued to back up slowly. "Adagio, you never said anything about vampires."

The lead girl, Adagio if Colgate had heard the other girl right just sighed. Though she couldn't see it, Colgate just knew that she was rolling her eyes under that hood. "It's a costume, Sonata. She's just some girl in a costume. Grow a fucking backbone, would you. Now come on, I'm hungry. Let's get a snack already."

As one, the three girls turned and strode off, leaving Colgate alone, slightly confused as to what had happened. Watching them go, she noticed that they weren't heading towards the buffet table that had been set up. Instead they were heading over towards the magic show put on by Trixie.

Colgate shrugged. "That was weird," she mused. Brushing off the strange encounter she headed off towards the kitchen area. Cheerilee would almost certainly need some help with serving out drinks or refilling the snack items.

In the kitchen, Cheerilee was running around grabbing snacks and putting them onto trays. A few students were also helping her, plating up nibbles or filling pitchers of drinks. When Colgate walked in, Cheerilee visibly brightened, smiling warmly at her.

"Colgate, great timing," she said, stopping for a moment to take in Colgate's costume. "Wow, nice work on the vampire motif."

Colgate blushed a little at the kinds words. "Thanks. Anything I can do to help?"

Cheerilee nodded vigorously and Colgate quickly found herself grabbing an urn and filling it with water to make the teas and coffee one would normally expect from an event like this. Within a few minutes, she had everything set up and the other servers seemed to be getting on top of the last few pieces of preparation. Once all the food and drink was ready, Cheerilee stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. "Ok, thanks everyone for your help. For those of you who are staying on, go take a quick break. The rest of you, thanks again and enjoy the rest of your night."

The students gave her a variety of nods or waves and quickly began milling about with whatever they themselves planned to do for the rest of the night. Cheerilee motioned for Colgate to follow her. The pair moved out of the kitchen and through into the corridors of the school.

Colgate was amazed to see how little the school had changed in the years since she had last been there. Almost all the hallways were seemingly exactly the same, with the same lockers lining the walls, the same paintjobs on said walls, and even the same tiles underfoot.

It didn't take long for her to realise that they were headed for the staff lounge. "Where are we going?" she asked.

Cheerilee pulled her up along side her. "I need a bit of help getting into my dress for later. The zip's rather tricky and I can't quite reach that far down my back."

They reached the teachers lounge and Cheerilee unlocked the door, ushering Colgate inside. It was the first time that she had ever actually set foot inside a teachers lounge. They had always been filled with mystery; no student ever seemed to know just what the teachers got up to in the lounge, and the stories just got wilder with every retelling.

She was mildly disappointed to see that it was little more than just a medium sized room with a couple of chairs, a table, an old and slightly battered T.V and a few lockers. A bathroom ran off of one side. Where was the bank of security camera screens from which the teachers monitored every student? Where were the voodoo dolls which they used to torture students who misbehaved? Part of her knew that it must have been something like this; just a space for teachers to grab a quick moment of relaxation and not a mystical place where they got up to all manners of naughty things.

Cheerilee locked the door after them and walked over to her locker. Pulling it open, he took out a white dress, which she held up to Colgate, draping it over her body. "What do you think?"

Colgate looked at the dress, or rather what was left of it. Someone had clearly taken what was a very nice dress and run it through a series of blades and scissors. Large chunks of material were missing, and though everything would still be covered while she wore it, Cheerilee would have quite a bit of skin exposed while she did so. Not that it would matter as she was meant to be covered with ropes for the majority of her time on stage.

"Here, help me get it on, would you?" she asked, turning and walking towards the small bathroom. Colgate followed her in, and the second she closed the door, Cheerilee grabbed her and shoved her up against the sink counter, pressing their lips together.

Colgate's eyes opened wide at the unexpected kiss, but she quickly relaxed and let Cheerilee in. Her legs opened on a reflex, and Cheerilee slipped right inside them, pressing their bodies together. Cheerilee's tongue reached into her mouth, tracing the new contours of her fangs.

After a few moments of kissing, Cheerilee pulled back, leaving a strand of saliva stretching between them. Panting slightly, Colgate could see the simmering arousal in her eyes. "Do we have time?" she asked.

Cheerilee stopped and looked at her watch. "Oh, we've got plenty of time. I'm not supposed to be back for another 20 minutes. Plenty of time to bang out a quick one before anyone notices I'm even gone."

That was all Colgate needed to hear. In one motion she hopped up so she was sitting on the counter next to the sink and shimmied out of her panties. A moment later, Cheerilee was back between her legs, one hand tracing a path up her thigh, while the other one was squeezing her breasts through her shirt. Cheerilee's mouth met her again, and they embraced, Colgate's legs wrapping around Cheerilee and pulling her in tighter.

Cheerilee's finger ran lightly over Colgate's pussy, tracing the familiar contours of her labia and lightly parting her lips. Colgate shivered at the feeling, bucking her hips a little and trying to get Cheerilee's fingertips inside her. Cheerilee's other hand let go of her breasts and snapped open the buttons on the front of Colgate's costume before pulling her short open enough to expose her tits.

Breaking the kiss, Cheerilee trailed down Colgate's neck, sucking hard enough to pink marks on her neck and collarbone before finally flicking her tongue over Colgate's tits. She got a good grip on a nipple and rolled it around in her mouth, teasing and nipping with her teeth. All the while she was stroking her fingers across Colgate's rapidly moistening cunt.

Soon she was ready. Bringing her fingers up to her mouth, Cheerilee licked them until they were all slick with spit and returned them to between Colgate's legs. Probing forwards just a little, she pushed only the tips of her first two fingers into Colgate, filler her up to the first knuckle. She felt Colgate tense up at the penetration, arching her back and nearly slipping off the counter. Cheerilee used her other hand to push Colgate back down onto the counter and slowly began to pump her fingers in and out of her cunt, slipping just a little bit further in each time.

The first knuckle quickly became the second, and after a minute or two, Cheerilee had the full length of her fingers jammed inside Colgate's body. Colgate was mewling with every thrust, pumping her hips in time with Cheerilee's fingers to maximise the penetration. The squishing noise of a sopping went cunt filled the bathroom, mixing with the moans and gasps from Colgate.

When she was sure she was ready, Cheerilee added another finger, three of them pistoning into Colgate's body and driving her wild. She could feel Colgate's juices sluicing off between her legs and dripping down to the tiled floor below. Such a waste.

Not wanting to waste any more, she pulled her fingers out of Colgate and brought them up between them. They were slick and shiny under the cheap incandesent bulbs, and Cheerilee quickly licked them clean before dropping to her knees between Colgate's legs.

Colgate's vagina greeted her, pink and dripping with arousal. Cheerilee grabbed onto both of Colgate's thighs with her hands and gave her a long, slow lick from back to front before clamping her mouth around Colgate's clit.

"AAAHHHhh!" Colgate screamed as Cheerilee's tongue slid into her, darting and teasing her inner recesses with ease. Her hands were running over her chest, tweaking and caressing her nipples while she had her head thrown back, face upturned in pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She could feel it coming on, quick and hard.

Cheerilee seemed to sense it as well, as she increased her pace, doubling the speed of her tongue and refocusing on Colgate's clit, rather than her cunt. With one hand, she traced and touched the back of Colgate's ass, pressing a single finger to her rosebud. The added stimulation was all Colgate needed, and she came, legs snapping closed around Cheerilee's head and trapping her mouth over her twitching cunt.

Cheerilee rode out Colgate's climax, tongue darting in and out of her pussy, licking up her juices. Just like the sex they were having, Colgate's orgasm was short, but intense, and as quickly as it came on, it ended with Colgate slumping against the wall, body going limp, vision dimmed and breathing hard.

Cheerilee fell down to the floor, licking her fingers clean, one hand going to town on her own cunt while Colgate watched. After a few seconds, Colgate watched her stiffed and jam her fingers hard inside herself, clearly riding out her own climax.

Afterwards they both lay there, panting from the quickie. It had been brief, but intense, so different to all their other sessions where the aim of the game had been to enjoy themselves over a longer period. Colgate was happy, flushed and a bit sticky. She was sure that Cheerilee would be the same, hands and face covered in the fruits of her conquest.

Moments later, Cheerilee's watch began to beep, and they both looked at it. "Times up," Cheerilee said, "I've got to be ready to get on stage in about ten minutes, so I'm afraid that's all we have for now." She paused before going on, voice low and eager. "Maybe tonight you can return the favour. I'm sure we can find some way of using those new teeth of yours, my dark lover."

Colgate was sure that they could. There were so many juicy arteries between a woman's legs after all. More than enough to satisfy a hungry vampire.

Once they both had their breath back under control, and they were sure that the flushes had gone down enough that no one else would notice, Colgate helped Cheerilee into her costume dress. As she had said, the zip was rather tricky, badly positioned if someone had wanted to get into it by themselves. Still with the two of them, it was a fairly easy matter to get it all down, and soon Cheerilee was ready to play the part of the dashing young damsel in distress to be rescued by her knight in shining armour.

The nearly figure hugging costume accented Cheerilee's body well, and the tears in the fabric, while leaving everything strictly covered, certainly didn't do anything to prevent the mind from imagining exactly what was under it. It took much of Colgate's willpower not to rip it off of Cheerilee's body and ravish her again right there on the floor of the teachers longue.

Colgate pushed the door of the hall open and beheld a total disaster area. In the fifteen minutes since they had left to sneak out to the bathroom, the hall and the party within had gone south, rapidly. Everyone was arguing with each other, pointing fingers or throwing food. In her corner, Trixie looked scared out of her mind, huddling behind the desk she had been doing her tricks on, the desk itself upturned and being used as a makeshift barricade to protect her from the hordes of kindergartners now screaming at her and clambering over each other to get at her.

Rather than trying to help get the kids under control, most of the other parents in the hall were forming a loose ring around the centre of the room, chanting, "Fight, fight, fight." In the absolute centre of the room were Celestia and Luna, sprawled out on the ground and having at each other. Their fake weapons had been discarded in favour of whatever else they could get their hands on, and it looked like neither of them had been pulling their punches. Celestia's right eye was almost swollen shut, while Luna's nose was bloodied.

Beside her, Cheerilee looked at the carnage, mouth agape. "What the... Colgate, what's going on here?"

Colgate turned to look her, a new feeling rising up inside her. When she looked at Cheerilee's face, she could only see her teeth and the blemishes they contained. Oh how she would like to take a dental probe to that mouth. How could she not have noticed that Cheerilee's teeth were slightly misaligned, or that she had a minor overbite. She couldn't believe that she had put up with such glaring imperfections until now.

Then she saw it behind Cheerilee. The three girls from earlier, their cloaks now down around their necks. Surrounded by all the chaos, they seemed to be revelling in it. Around their throats, blood red gems were glowing with some kind of internal light. Now that she had noticed them, she could hear them chanting.

"AAAAAAhhhhhh, MMMAAAAAhhhhhaaaaaa,"

Cheerilee was a little more direct. Seeing her students bickering with each other, and her friends rolling on the ground, beating each other senseless, she instantly snapped into protective mode. The whole reason she had become a teacher in the first place was to help guide and protect children, set them on the right path in life, and she took any threat to that goal very seriously.

A blind fury drove her forward, steadily rising with every step she took towards the three mystery girls. "Just what the HELL do you think you are doing?" she nearly screamed, grabbing one of them with one hand and pulling her up by the scruff of her neck.

The second the girls concentration was broken, the other two stopped their chanting, and the feeling of dread and anger that was permiating the hall began to dissipate. Blinking rapidly, Cheerilee let go of the girl, Adagio, and quickly backed up a little, ashamed that she had gotten so physical with a student. She had sworn never to do anything like that, but she had been ready to punch the girl. What had come over her.

Adagio just smiled cruelly at her, eyes gleaming with contempt as she saw Colgate come running over to Cheerilee. "Pathetic, the lot of you. Barely a good mouthful to be had. Sonata, Aria, let's go. This place is tapped out." She turned and strode out of the room, the other two girls following. Colgate made to follow them, but Cheerilee stopped her. There were more important things going on right now.

On the floor, Luna was on top of Celestia, fist raised to deliver what would certainly be a bone shattering blow when they both stopped and appeared to become aware of their surrounding again. Around them, the other all also seemed to wake up from what ever trance they had been. Very slowly, people started backing down from each other, apologizing and saying that they didn't know what came over them. It was exactly as if some kind of spell had been broken, giving everyone their free will back.

Getting up from the floor, Celestia touched a hand to her eye. "I think it would be best if we cancelled the remainder of this evening's entertainment," she said. No one was going to disagree with her.

Within an hour, parents were arriving to collect their children. Those who had been there the whole time had no idea what had happened, or what had caused it. It was almost as if they had a blank in their memory as to what had occurred. By some unspoken agreement, neither Colgate nor Cheerilee felt like trying to explain what they had seen; the girls had vanished the second they had left the room.

"I think this might be the last time the school hosts a Nightmare Night party for a long time," Cheerilee said, sitting down on the pavement outside the hall. In the flurry of concerned parents, wailing children, and police trying to make sense of it all, she and Colgate were being overlooked; they weren't crying out for help and looked like they were ok, so there were more pressing matters to attend to.

"I'm sorry," Colgate said, "are you ok?"

Cheerilee nodded. 'I think so. And don't be sorry; it's not like it was your fault. It's not the first time something like this has happened; we had something similar happen a year or two ago. I think we claimed it was a gas leak. I'm sure that Celestia and Luna will come up with something."

Colgate got to her feet and extended a hand out to Cheerilee. "Do you want me to walk you home?"

Cheerilee took the proffered hand and hauled herself up. "That would be nice. I think that after tonight, everyone is going to need a stiff drink."

In the chaos of the aftermath, nobody noticed them slip out the side and disappear. Colgate figured that it was best that way. It didn't take them long to get back to Cheerilee's house from the school.

"And it started out as such a nice evening," Cheerilee said, pouring out two belts of scotch from a bottle she kept under the counter for just such an occasion. "Next week is going to be absolute hell. The school board is going to be asking a lot of very pointed questions. It's going to get messy, regardless of what Celestia tells them."

"We could cancel plans for next weekend, if you want," Colgate suggested, taking the shot glass of scotch. They clinked glasses and Cheerilee slugged her glass in one gulp. Colgate wasn't anywhere near ready to try something like that so she just sipped hers. Even just a sip made the back of her throat burn; she wasn't used to really strong alcohol.

"Oh, no, no," Cheerilee said, shaking her head. "That's the last thing I want right now. I think I'm going to need something to look forward to get me through the week, and right now, getting to do these sessions with you is one of the highlights of my life. I wouldn't cancel it for the world right now."

Colgate blushed slightly at the compliment, though it might have been the scotch giving her rosy cheeks.

"So, any thoughts on what you want to do. It's your turn after all," Cheerilee asked, fluttering her eyes at Colgate. "Actually, don't tell me. I want it to be a surprise."

That was fine by Colgate. She had an idea about what she wanted to try, and it wouldn't require much in the way of preparation to pull off. Something she had thought about a couple of times before, but had never quite had the nerve to actually go up and do.

Strip.

Chapter 7 - The fourth session: Bearing it all

Hot for Teacher
Chapter 7: The Fourth Session: Bearing it All

"You want to what?" Cheerilee exclaimed, sure that she hadn't heard Colgate quite right.

It was a week after the disastrous Nightmare Night party, and it had been hectic for both of them to say the least. For Cheerilee, it had meant having to answer constant questions about the night and sticking with the party line of 'I don't remember.' It had been very clear that the school board wasn't happy with the answers it got from everyone who had attended the event; large collective memory gaps tended not to go down well in the education department, especially when children were in the care of people who were liable. Fortunately most of the children who had attended had been more than happy to attribute the events of the night as a sugar coma, something that a maniac pink girl had said was absolutely a real thing while Colgate had been exploring the back of her mouth with a mirror and probe, nearly causing her to nick the girls gums.

For Colgate, as much as the week before had been slow and empty, this week was filled to the brim with concerned parents bringing their children in for a check up. Now that the candy fuelled holiday was over, it was all hands on deck at every dental clinic in the city and even though she was technically just an intern, Colgate was expected to participate fully on the days that she was at Minty Fresh.

As such, when the weekend rolled around, they were both a little tired, cranky, and more than ready to get down with a little lovin'. And Colgate had spent the week working out exactly what she wanted to do for her turn.

"I want to strip for you," Colgate said simply. There was no other way to say it.

"Strip? As in a strip club strip?" Cheerilee still didn't believe her ears.

"Yep. As in a strip club strip exactly. I want to get up on a stage, strut around to the music and put on a show for you."

"Have you ever done this before?" Cheerilee asked. "You know that there are going to be other people in a strip club, right? It's not just going to be watching."

Colgate nodded. "I know. I don't care if a bunch of horny guys are ogling me while I'm up there; I'm not doing it for them. I want to do it for you. I want to put on a show while you watch me. Not them; you. I've thought about stripping before, even nearly actually did it once when a club was running an amateurs contest, but I didn't go through with it. But I want to now. It would be such a rush, exposing myself to all those people, but especially to you."

When she put it like that, Cheerilee could hardly refuse. Colgate sounded so sincere, and truth be told, there was a small part of her that would enjoy watching Colgate up there, shaking her ass on a stage. "Alright, if that's what you want to do, then let's do it." She paused, and fluttered her eyes at Colgate, something suggestive on her mind. "And I think I might know just the place for you."

A short taxi ride later, both Colgate and Cheerilee were standing outside one of Canterlot's most well known unofficial establishments. Practically everyone in the city had heard of this place

Madame Jubilee's House of Ill Repute.

Part adult entertainment store, part strip club, part bordello, Madame Jubilee's was regarded as something of an oddity among the smut world of Equestria; a strip joint that was run by the strippers, for the strippers.

It was to this place that Cheerilee took Colgate.

An unassuming building, its walls were covered with the usual selection of signs and posters one would expect to find on the outside of such an establishment. Neon signs advertising 'girls, girls, GIRLS' were flickering on and off, while posters of silloetted women spinning around poles.

"This place has an interesting history, if you are interested in that sort of thing," Cheerilee started, paying off the taxi cab, who had been giving both her and Colgate openly suggestive looks ever since they said where they wanted to go. "The owner, Cheery Jubilee comes from one of the wealthiest families in all Equestria. Originally she worked here as a dancer and prostitute, but now she owns the place. I've heard that it's one of the most well regarded establishments of its type in Canterlot and they have an amateurs evening tonight."

One poster on the wall did in fact claim that every Saturday towards the end of the evening, the management would open up the stage to anyone who wanted to get up there.

"You sound like you've been here before," Colgate remarked as they entered the building.

"I...may have been here before," Cheerilee admitted, blushing. "Once."

"Really? Oh do tell."

"I think I can tell that story," A voice rang out from deeper in the store. Both Colgate and Cheerilee looked up to see an older madam walking towards them from behind the counter. Around them were rows and shelves filled with every kind of marital aid; read sex toys, imaginable. From the plain solid glass dildos to fuzzy pink handcuffs, to a full body gimp suit and restraints, it was all there.

The woman came to a stop before them, smiling broadly. "Somehow I just knew you would come walking back through my door. Welcome back, Cheery."

"Hello, Cherry," Cheerilee said, amazed. "You, you still remember me?"

The woman, Cheery Jubilee tapped a finger to her head. "I remember everything. And who's this cutie pie?" she asked, looking at Colgate.

"Oh, I'm Colgate."

"Well then, welcome to Madam Jubilee's, Colgate. Let me know if there is anything I can help you with"

Colgate turned from Cherry to Cheerilee, waiting for one of them to fill in the blanks.

Eventually it was Cheerilee who spoke first. "It was years ago now, my eighteenth. Some of my friends had dragged me out, telling me that they had a surprise planned for me. They blindfolded me and brought me to here. When the blindfold came off, they had bought me a private lap dance, and Cherry here was dancing in front of me, clearly in on the whole thing."

Cherry laughed slightly, remembering the night herself. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone so obviously embarrassed to be getting a lap dance before. She spent almost the entire time looking at everything except me. It was almost adorable."

She stopped and waved a hand around the store. "But enough about the past. Are you two looking for something special to spice up your love life?"

Both Colgate and Cheerilee blurted out denials at the same time.

"We're just friends."

"We're not a couple."

Cherry just looked at them, smiling broadly at the flummoxed pair. "Of course you aren't," she said it a tone that make it clear she didn't quite believe them. "Are you looking for something else then? Care to catch a live show or engage the services of some of our lovely ladies."

It was Colgate who spoke first. "Actually, I was hoping to enter into the amateur's show later."

"Of course you can," Cherry said, her tone quickly changing to a more formal business one. "You both are more than welcome to participate if you want."

"No, I'm just here to watch," Cheerilee shook her head slightly. "It's Colgate here who wants to do it, not me."

"In any case, all you need to do is fill out a couple of forms and go over a few things with me. It won't take long." Cherry guided Colgate and Cheerilee towards her office. She waved them in and sat down behind her desk, pulling out a couple of forms from a drawer.

Colgate scanned the forms she was given, trying to make sense of the formal legal language presented on each line. It must have been clear that she wasn't quite understanding it as Cherry stepped in and gave her a layman's overview.

"They are mostly just standard liability waivers. You acknowledge that you are doing this of your own free will and will not hold the establishment responsible for any injury you may suffer up there on the stage."

Shock spread over Colgate's face as she heard that. She hadn't considered that she might get hurt doing this.

Cherry gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it. This place has a very strict policy that clients may not touch the dancers while they are up on the stage. Look but don't touch."

Colgate worked her way through the wad of forms until she came to the final one marked as 'reimbursement.' Again, Cherry walked her through the form. "Any tips that you may earn while up on the stage gets split with the house 60-40 your way, so as to cover the house's time and equipment costs. It's a fairly standard split, and if you are talented, you can earn quite a bit up there."

Visions of Colgate up on the stage, strutting around a pole while bits flowed onto the stage floated through her mind at the mention of money, but Colgate wasn't really interested in that. Earning a couple of bits would be a nice bonus to all this, but it wasn't the reason she was here. The thrill was the reason she was here, not the money.

Finally she finished signing her life away and Cherry took the stack and checked over it. "Alright, everything looks in order. The amateur hour starts in about half an hour from now, so feel free to stick around and watch a show or two in the meantime." She shot a look at Cheerilee, "maybe even order a VIP dance."

Cheerilee blushed and looked away, rubbing the back of her head. Cherry laughed at her discomfort. "Still the same, I see."

They both got up and left Cherry's office. Moving through the shop, they headed towards the doors leading into the strip club. A bouncer was waiting at the doors, clearly there to make sure that the patrons didn't get fresh with the dancers. Colgate nodded to him as they paid the cover charge and headed into the strip club.

Loud music assaulted their ears as they walked in. Throbbing base, combined with the various cheers and jeers from a cross section of the male population of Canterlot, though here and there, Colgate could see a couple of women mixed in. A large space, the club was built around the same basic design as a fashion catwalk, with a raised central platform leading out from a curtained off area. A thick shiny pole was firmly bolted to the floor and ceiling. Around the stage, chairs and tables were arranged so that everyone could have a decent view of the action. Arrayed around the walls of the club were smaller alcoves, curtained off. Most were open, but a couple clearly had someone behind them, presumably getting for more intimate and private lap dances from the girls working the shift.

Right now the stage was occupied by a dancer halfway through her routine. Spinning around the pole, one leg crooked around it for a grip, the woman was dressed in thigh high boots and little else. Pale purple hair and skin so fair that it almost looked porcelain framed a pair of deep purple eyes. She looked like she was enjoying the attention of the men currently throwing bits onto the stage around her, hands variously sliding down her body, or gripping the pole as she strutted around it. Whoever she was, she owned the stage as if it was her own, slinking around the pole and launching herself up around it and locking her legs tightly and slowly sliding back down, arms held out wide so that the audience had an unobstructed view of her perfect breasts.

Colgate watched, mesmerised at the woman finished up her dance, twisting and spinning around the pole, contorting her body in ways that Colgate was sure should have dislocated bones, but she was clearly used to it. Finally the music stopped and the woman gathered up the bits thrown to the stage before blowing kisses to the audience and then striding off towards the curtain.

"Fleur-De-Lis, Ladies and Gentlemen. A real Prench treasure, and in town for one week only," A voice came over the PA. "A star of some very special movies, she'll be here all night for your pleasure. Or if you would prefer to get a little more acquainted she will be seeing a limited number of fans upstairs. Now, get ready to show your appreciation for one of our most popular girls, an exotic beauty from far to the west. You know her, you love her. Give it up for ZECORA!!!!"

Just as Fleur was about to vanish behind the curtain, another woman walked out, trailing a finger along Fleur's collarbone as they passed. Skin the colour of molten chocolate, she had eyes that dripped sex appeal. Dressed up in a bustier and panties covered with a zebra print, her body was covered in paint and tribal tattoos.

"What a fine audience I see; Most generous I trust you'll be."

Quickly, she took to the stage, working up a tempo to the music. Where Fleur had been graceful and fluid, Zecora was far more rigid, muscular arms gripping the pole tightly as she leaned over and let the audience ogle her toned butt. Fleur had been sultry, letting her hands run over her body as if they had been a lovers; Zecora was totally dismissive of the audience watching her, face fierce and impassive, and Colgate could see that the audience was eating up the performance just as much as they had been before; bits and notes littering the floor.

Soon the bustier came off, revealing Hershey kiss nipples and more tribal markings over the body of someone who clearly took very good care of themselves. Colgate watched her, trying to remember various moves for her to try out later on, or planning a routine in her mind; though she knew that as soon as she got out there, she probably would just be winging it in the end.

A few minutes later, Zecora finished off her strip, teasing the audience with glimpses of soft pink between her legs as she hooked a leg around the pole or leant over and slapped her rear. Eventually though her time on stage ended and she slinked backstage, leaving the stage empty.

"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time to open up the stage to all you lovely ladies out there. If you've ever wanted to strut your stuff, then now's the time. Anyone wanting to participate in the amateur night festivities please follow our stagehands backstage."

Colgate got up, butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. Cheerilee seemed to notice, and gave her hand a quick squeeze. "You don't have to do this, you know. I'm sure the shop would sell something interesting."

Colgate shook her head. "No, I want to do this."

"Then I'll be watching."

With that, Colgate walked off towards the door near the stage, following a couple of other girls who had clearly come for the same reason. Passing through the floor, Colgate got a good look at the people she would soon being strutting in front of nearly naked. Most of them seemed to be middle aged men, some clearly here in groups with friends, but there were a couple of desperate younger boys as well, too timid to engage the services of the hookers on the next floor up.

Following behind one of the other girls, Colgate walked through into the backstage area of the club. Hidden behind the curtain, it was little more than a moderate sized changing room for the dancers. A couple of racks of skimpy clothes lined one wall, while along another there were several stations consisting of the mirrors with light bulbs fixed to them to allow a girl to fix up makeup or check her hair before going on stage. Over near the racks of clothes, Zecora was putting the bustier she had been wearing back in its place on the rack and gathering up her normal day clothes.

Fleur-de-lis was also there, having changed into a flowing skirt that covered her body. She was counting out her stack of bits that she had earned while up on stage. When she was done, she looked up and saw Colgate looking at her. "Enjoy the show?"

Colgate nodded, not quite sure what to say. Eventually she spoke, "You looked like you were clearly enjoying yourself up there."

Fleur put her earnings away into a purse which she stored in a locker set into a wall. "Stripping is liberating. All the talk of how we are being exploited is a lie. All I'm doing, all any of us are doing are revealing our bodies, and people will hand over hundreds of their bits. More if you are willing to go that bit further."

Colgate was about to ask what she meant but a stage hand walked over a called her and the others over towards the rack of clothing. "Alright you three, we'll be starting up in a few minutes. Feel free to pick out a costume if you so desire and remember that once you get on stage, how fast or far you go is up to you. If any patrons try to grab you, report them to management."

Colgate didn't need to get changed. She had dressed in a tight tee that she could rip off at a moments notice. She just shimmied out of her pants, revealing a dark blue thong that was secured with a simple pull knots on the side that covered just enough while revealing plenty of skin. She had brought a pair of 'fuck me' pumps with her, which she changed into, replacing her far more functional shoes with the stiletto heeled monsters, the heels adding in an inch or two of extra height.

"I-I'm good," the girl next to Colgate squeaked. Pale cream skin and deep pink and purple curls in her hair, she was dressed in a long robe of some kind, though Colgate could see she was dressed in little more than a pair of panties and a bra underneath it. Blue and yellow stripes with plenty of frill on the banding. She looked terrified at the idea of going out there; she was shivering under her robe and her eyes were wide with the thoughts of what was to come.

"You ok?" Colgate asked the girl. She clearly wasn't.

"I-I don't know," the girl replied. "I don't know if I-I can do this."

"Why are you doing it?"

"My girlfriend, she asked for this for her nineteenth birthday. I-I don't want to let her down, but I don't know if I can do this in front of all these...men."

Colgate could understand where she was coming from. "Is your girlfriend here?"

The girl nodded. "Y-yes. Lyra's out there right now, up close to the stage."

"Then do it for her. Forget about everyone out there and just focus on her. Just you and her, that's all there is."

"I-I'll try," the girl said, clearly still not comfortable with the idea.

Colgate shrugged a little and instead tried to focus on calming the butterflies in her own stomach. She could hardly be giving advice to someone else on something she had never actually done herself. Breathing steadily, she focused on what she was her for: Cheerilee. All the others around the stage were irrelevant; she was doing this for Cheerilee, and no one else.

"Alright," the stage hand said, cutting through Colgate's reverie. "We'll be kicking off in a minute. Who's first?"

Colgate looked at the girl she had been speaking to, but she was still shaking in her robe. She needed someone to go ahead of her; to show her how easy it was. "I'll do it," she heard herself say, striding up towards the edge of the curtain.

The stage hand nodded to her and walked over. "Any music you want?"

Colgate came over and looked at the selections that were available. Most of them didn't really excite her all that much; perfectly danceable, but lacking that certain something that she could really connect to. She was just about to let the stage hand pick whatever one she wanted when she saw one that just clicked.

An old favourite of hers, full of energy and so very appropriate for what she was about to be doing. A classic by Eddie Van Neighlen. The quickly pointed it out and the stage hand plugged it in. A moment later electric guitar riffs started playing over the PA system and the unseen announcer came back over the air.

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to another round of The House of Ill Repute's famous amateur hour. We've got three fabulous girls up here tonight, all eager to get down, strip off and work it for your pleasure. So without further ado, let's bring out our first contender.

Colgate gave the music another few seconds, listening as it shifted from the shredding guitar and drums to the bass plucking out a short melody. A moment later the vocals started, and taking a deep breath, Colgate stepped out on stage.

T-T-Teacher stop that screaming, teacher don't you see? Don't want to be no uptown fool. Maybe I should go to hell, but I'm doin' well, Teacher needs to see me after school.

All eyes in the club instantly turned to face Colgate as she strode down the stage, headed directly for the pole, legs strutting in time with the pumping music. All the while, she locked eyes with Cheerilee, sitting right at the front of the stage, just short of the rounded section containing the pole.

I think of all the education that I missed. But then my homework was never quite like this.

Colgate hit the pole and grabbed it with her left hand, letting it take her weight as she slung herself around it, crooking the pole in the bend of her leg as she had watched Fleur do earlier. Tightening her grip, she came to a stop, arms gripping the pole above her head and arching her back so her chest was thrust forwards. She could see her nipples poking out from under the skin tight material as she spread her legs and slid down the pole into a crouch, letting the audience, but specifically Cheerilee gaze up between her legs, still covered by her panties.

I've got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, the gravelly voice echoed out from the speakers as Colgate spun around the pole, gyrating her hips in time with the fast paced guitar. Everywhere she spun, she could feel the gazes of the people arrayed around the stage watching her. It was such a thrill to know that she was the centre of attention.

Spinning around again, she let go of the bar and leant forwards until her head was hanging upside down between her legs. Through the gap she could see Cheerilee, eyes rapt with attention and mouth hanging slightly open as she watched Colgate strut around the stage.

I'm hot for teacher

Colgate wiggled her ass in time with the music, relishing the feeling of all the eyes watching her. Between her legs she could already feel a damp spot forming on her panties.

Got it bad, so bad. I'm hot for teacher.

Straightening up, Colgate gripped the sides of her tee with both arms and turning so that her back was facing the audience, she pulled it up and over her head in one swift motion. The stretchy fabric pulled at her breasts, causing them to bounce around as she ripped the shirt free from her body and spun around on a heel to face the audience, exposing herself to their eyes. Walking down the stage, slowly, deliberately in time with the music, she twirled her shirt around in the air above her, eyes half lidded as she made her way to the end of the runway and casually tossed her shirt into the crowd, angling it so that it landed in Cheerilee's lap.

Pausing a moment to look directly at Cheerilee, she blew her an air kiss and returned to gripping the pole.

Freed from her top, her nipples hardened even further, becoming solid bullets of flesh and pointing straight out as evidence of her excitement. Spurred on by the feeling, she pulled herself in close to the pole, slotting the cold metal bar into the cleft between her breasts and rubbing her panty covered crotch against it, relishing the tingling feeling it left behind. Exhibitionism, it was such a naughty thrill.

Over the PA, the music started on its second repetition of the chorus theme.

I think of all the education that I missed. But then my homework was never quite like this.

I've got it bad, got it bad, got it bad.

It was time to go full monty on this show. Colgate twirled around the pole and leaned over to give the audience in general, and Cheerilee in particular a clear shot of her butt. With one hand she pulled on the strings holding her thong together. The knots came free easily and Colgate grabbed the material and let it drop down to the ground.

I'm hot for teacher.

To an avalanche of cat calls and whoops of delight, Colgate was now fully nude up on the stage, not counting her shoes. Dozens of eyes were now looking at her fully exposed body, and it only made her more excited. One hand snaked its way between her legs and slid over her pussy, slick with her own juices, teasing herself and prising her lips apart.

Bits and notes began littering the floor as she touched herself, hands gliding over her body as she moved around the stage. All her initial butterflies were gone; replaced by the rush of knowing that people were watching her most private moments, and she loved the feeling. Spurred on by the cheers and calls from the crowd, she sped up, really working herself around the stage, spreading her legs as she crouched down, arms gripping the pole as she had before. Everyone was staring at her, looking at her glistening vagina and aching nipples.

All too soon the music began to wind down and Colgate knew that her time on stage was coming to an end. Just as well, and it was only then that she began to notice just how tired she was feeling. Her arms and legs were sore from being worked in ways that she wasn't used to, and she was starting to sweat from the aerobic exercise. Giving Cheerilee one final up leg shot of her body, she picked up all the bits thrown onto the stage and walked back down the runway towards the curtain, strutting and working her ass on the way.

Stripping had been a rush unlike anything she had felt before. The feeling of all the eyes on her, knowing that they were looking at her, probably even imagining things that would have made her mother blush. She was smiling broadly as she walked through the curtain and entered back into the back stage area.

It had totally been worth it, and something she might even go back and do again at some point. Idly, Colgate wondered if Cheerilee could be convinced to give it a go with her. That would be something special to watch.

The other girl she had been talking to had shed her robe and was trying to centre her breathing, repeating "do it for Lyra," over and over under her breath. Colgate watched her for a few moments. If she had an experience just the one Colgate had just had, then she would be fine. It was just the first few moments that took the most courage; once you were on stage and in the moment, everything became so much easier.

"Impressive show, miss Colgate," a voice came from behind her, and Colgate turned around to see Cherry Jubilee walking in from the back stage door. Cheerilee was following her, holding Colgate's discarded tee shirt in her hands. Colgate could see the twinkle or arousal in her eyes as she looked Colgate's body up and down. Now that she wasn't up on the stage anymore, her first instinct was to cover herself, but she realised how pointless that was now; everyone here had just seen every square inch of her.

Colgate took the tee shirt from Cheerilee and got dressed again before handing the stack of bits she had picked up from the stage over to Cherry. "It was incredible, Cheerilee. The thrill, the rush, it was just something else."

"You certainly looked like you were getting worked up out there," Cheerilee said, drawing in close to Colgate.

"Mm-hm," Colgate said, leaning forward and whispering into Cheerilee's ear, "and I need a tongue inside me, NOW. Yours."

Cherry, who was busy sorting through the bits heard her whispered comments and looked up. "Just friends, you said?" Her tone was dry.

Colgate gave her a wry smile, "with benefits."

Cherry returned her smile, handing her a small stack of bits. "My office will be free for the next couple of minutes, if you two want some privacy." She pointed at the stack of bits Colgate was now holding. "Maybe you'd like to buy something from the shop along the way? A few toys, perhaps?"

Colgate looked at Cheerilee, who nodded at her. "Maybe we will."

In the main longue of the strip club, far off in one of the dark corners, and hidden behind a veil of cigarette smoke, a pair of cruel blue eyes watched the curtain. They paid no mind of the cream girl up on the stage now; she was very obviously doing this for the first time, first and last most likely if her jerky movements were anything to go by. The patrons up on the stage were starting to jeer her, as she very slowly unlatched the back of her bra, covering herself with her hands instead. Only one girl, right up near the stage appeared to be enjoying the show, cheering and encouraging the frightened girl up on the stage, calling 'Woo, go Bon-Bon. Work it baby."

Dykes, obviously; the place was infested with them.

He had only come here as a joke, really. This place was nothing short of a farce when you got down to it. Strippers and whores thinking that somehow they deserved dignity and respect? Madness. They were paid to do a simple service, and that was to entertain him, nothing more. The whores he usually visited knew their place. Whatever he wanted to do, they would do it, no matter how degrading so long as he paid them.

But here?

No, the girls here had pretentions of being respectable workers, with rights and dignity. It was almost insulting that he had needed to pay a cover charge to come in here.

Still it hadn't been a total waste of his time. He certainly hadn't expected to run into her here. She hadn't noticed him, it would seem, which gave him the advantage over her.

Slowly, the eyes shifted to where the older woman had been seated. She had disguised it well, spinning around on the pole, but despite her movement, he had seen that she had really been doing all this for that woman. Who she was, he didn't know, but if she was important to her, then that was reason enough for him to find out who she was. A couple of phone calls to some people who owed him a favour would be all it would take to get a little dirt on the pair of them. And then the fun would begin.

After all, no one humiliated Viscount Blueblood III.

No one.

Chapter 8 - The past

Hot for Teacher
Chapter 8 - The Past

Colgate ran down the road towards Cheerilee's house, feeling like she was running on air. It was here, really, truly. One of the best days of her life, and it was all hers now. She had to tell someone, and she knew just who would appreciate it the most.

"Cheerilee!" she cried out, despite being a full two blocks away. She just couldn't keep it in any longer. She had to let it out. She picked up her pace, breaking into a nearly full sprint for the last leg. She just had to get there, just had to...

Closing the distance at full pent, Colgate nearly slammed into Cheerilee's door, banging on it like a madwoman. She just kept thumping and thumping until she heard footsteps on the other side and the lock slid open.

"What is i- Oh, Colgate, I wasn't expecting you." Cheerilee stood at the door, looking surprised, but not unhappy. 'Is something the matter?"

"Great news!" Colgate said, stepping into Cheerilee's hallway.

"Ohh, do tell," Cheerilee replied, nearly squealing like a schoolgirl. She was in a really chipper mood, Colgate noticed, but she just figured it was her own mood being infectious.

"Minty Fresh offered me a job when my internship is over!' Colgate exclaimed, holding up the piece of paper with the formal offer of a job written on it.

Cheerilee took the piece of paper and skimmed over it quickly, taking in the congratulations extended towards Colgate for her excellent performance during her internship, and offering her a part time position with the clinic upon completion of her degree with the intent of training her up to a full time employee. At the end of it all was the formal signature of Minty Fresh's manager.

"That great, Colgate!" Cheerilee was overjoyed at her announcement. She had known that Colgate was going to do well, ever since she had met her years before, but news like this was always welcome. "And it gets better."

Colgate paused for a moment, not sure what could be better than her being offered her dream job.

Cheerilee's smile widened. "I've, well, I've met someone."

Colgate squeed in delight at the news. Cheerilee was a good woman, and she deserved to find someone. They had both always agreed that what they were doing here was never more than just a casual arrangement. But then why did she feel like she was going to be sick?

Cheerilee took her hands. "He's here already. He's just up in the shower right now, getting cleaned up. He'll be down in a couple of minutes. I sure you will like him; he's been kind and attentive and he's from a really good family. His parents especially are known as great patrons of the arts and pillars of the community.

"He sounds wonderful, Colgate said, happy for Cheerilee.

A creak on the stairs above them signalled that someone was coming down. Cheerilee looked up in delight while Colgate just waited to see who the lucky man was who had snagged such a prize as Cheerilee was.

The moment that she saw who it was, her face fell. It was someone she knew quite well; someone whom she had hoped she would never have the misfortune to meet again.

Walking down the stairs, clad only in a pair of jeans so as to show off his perfect physique and smiling a cold, cruel smile at them, was Blueblood.

Blueblood, who had been the one to break her heart, the one who had very nearly ruined her life was walking down the stairs as if nothing was wrong.

Frozen shock spread over Colgate's face, rooting her to the spot, unable to look away from Blueblood. Cheerilee walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, snuggling her head into his powerful chest.

"Honey, this is Colgate, the one I was telling you about earlier?"

Blueblood inclined his head and extended his hand out to Colgate, still not moving from the shock. "Charmed, I'm sure. Cheerilee has told me so much about you. I'm please to make your acquaintance.

Seeing the hand approach her, Colgate finally moved, grasping Blueblood's hand with her own and growling out the word, "Likewise."

Cheerilee led Blueblood into the sitting room, while Colgate remained standing. Blueblood sat down on the couch, clearly unconcerned about anything.

How could Cheerilee be with Blueblood now? He was total scum. Surely this must have been some kind of trick. She couldn't really be interested in him, could she?

Cheerilee could feel the tension in the room, thick and clouding. "I'll go make us some tea; let the pair of you get to know one another," she said brightly, hurrying off to the kitchen. Blueblood just looked at Colgate, triumph in his eyes.

The second that Cheerilee was out of the room, Colgate was on her feet, moving rapidly. In one motion she grabbed Blueblood by the back of his neck and shoved him against one of the walls, forearm jammed up against his throat.

"What the hell are you doing here, Blueblood?" she hissed, her face mere inches away from his.

Blueblood casually pushed her arm away from his throat, barely even straining one arm to remove her. "Is it so hard to believe that maybe I've changed, Colgate? That maybe I really do like Cheerilee and want to make her happy?"

"Yes." Colgate didn't even hesitate. There was no way that Blueblood had changed. No way in hell.

"Well tough then. I like her and more importantly, she likes me."

"Not for long," Colgate muttered. "Once I tell her what you did to me, she-"

Blueblood held up one finger, causing Colgate to stop mid sentence. "You won't be telling her anything for two reasons. One, she likes me, and you aren't going to do anything that would hurt Cheerilee."

If it had been anyone else, that argument might have worked, but this was Blueblood they were talking about. Colgate had no qualms about telling Cheerilee exactly what he had done to her. She wouldn't like him them.

"No sale," she said. "Reason two better be good."

"Oh, it is." Blueblood's eyes sparkled with menace as he fished his phone out of his pocket. A couple of taps later, he called up a video and showed it to Colgate. The image was grainy, black and white. Security camera footage. Even with the poor quality, Colgate could easily recognise herself in the video, laughing and dancing around a burning effigy of Blueblood.

Blueblood grinned at her, not a nice grin either. "If you breathe a word about us to Cheerilee, then I'm afraid that this video will find its way into the hands of the police. My father has made many generous contributions to the constabulary over the years. I'm sure that at least one officer would be more than willing to repay the favour and lock you away for a good long time."

Colgate knew that Blueblood had her. As long as he held the video of her, then he could blackmail her with it, and this was surely not the only copy of it either. Letting him go from the wall, she hissed, "fine, but if you hurt her, then I'm going to end you Blueblood. If you hurt Cheerilee, I'm going to make sure that you live to regret it."

"Tea is ready," Cheerilee called out from the kitchen, followed by a clinking of trays. Both Colgate and Blueblood resumed their original places a moment before she walked in, three steaming mugs on a tray. "There, now isn't that better?" she said as she handed the mugs around and settled onto the couch beside Blueblood.

Colgate didn't take her eyes off of Blueblood. Taking a sip of tea, she asked, "how did you two meet?"

Cheerilee answered that one. "We met a couple of days ago. I was just finishing up at the school when I bumped into Blueblood. After apologizing for not watching where he was going, he offered to take me out for a drink. He said he had wanted to do something for the school for a while now; establish a scholarship or something similar, like his father before him, and he needed input from someone who worked there as to what would be the best use for it. It was just going to be one drink, but he was so charming that when he asked if he could take me out on a date, I just couldn't say no. Isn't that right?"

Blueblood nodded once. "Exactly right. Now, Colgate, Cheerilee has told me some of what you two have been doing together, and I'd like to assure you that I have no objections to letting it continue, so long as you include me every now and then."

Colgate was almost choking on her own bile at this point. She had no doubt that what Blueblood was saying was absolute truth right now, and that made it all the more horrifying to hear. "I-I'm sorry, I can't do this," she said, putting her tea down and heading for the door.

Cheerilee made to get up and follow her, but Blueblood put a hand on her shoulder and held her back down. "Relax, my purple treasure. She's just going to have to get used to the idea that you are with someone else now. She'll come around eventually."

Cheerilee looked at the door, still feeling apprehensive about what had just happened. Blueblood rubbed his face against her neck, nuzzling and kissing her, drawing her attention away from Colgate's abrupt departure.

Blueblood put his hand on her chin and turned her to look at him, care and concern plasted on his face. "She's going to be fine. Now about us, I understand that you like to roleplay?"

Cheerilee nodded, already forgetting Colgate in the deep pools that were Blueblood's eyes.

Blueblood's eyes turned hard and his smile turned to a sneer. This was far too easy. "Then there's something I'd love to try with you."

Cheerilee's eyes widened when she heard exactly what Blueblood wanted to try. It was something she hadn't ever considered before, but yes, it sounded so exciting that she just had to try it now that the idea had been raised.

Blueblood just laughed inside. Tonight was going to something very special indeed.

This night was going to be perfect. For tonight, he would get his revenge.

Chapter 9 - The Future

Hot for Teacher
Chapter 9 - The Future

Colgate fumed in her apartment, pacing up and down the small living room. She couldn't believe that Blueblood would stoop so low as to use Cheerilee like that. She had always known that he would turn up again somewhere along the line, but Cheerilee was innocent in all of this.

She hated him for doing that to her, hated him for everything he had ever done.

But most of all she hated herself for just storming out like that. That had been a cowardly move to make, and one that practically screamed she wasn't willing to face Blueblood. Now he knew that he could walk all over her. And she had left Cheerilee to his mercies.

She considered going back again, but she knew that she couldn't do that. Not after she had just stormed out. Cheerilee would ask what was wrong, and it would all come out.

That damn tape Blueblood had.

No, she wouldn't let him rule her life. Not again. Tomorrow she would go over to Cheerilee's and tell her everything about what Blueblood was really like. Everything he had ever done. And then at the end of it all, Blueblood would make good on his threat, but at least Cheerilee would be safe from him.

She could take spending a couple of nights in a cell. She hadn't hurt anyone and her record was spotless. A few nights in a holding cell and she'd make bail, get a suspended sentence and be back out on a good behaviour bond. Blueblood could find some other girl to prey on, and she and Cheerilee could try to get back on with their lives.

"Arrrrgggg," she growled, throwing the glass she had been holding into the wall beside her. Blueblood had played her, and she could take that, but involving Cheerilee had crossed the line.

Maybe she should go to bed, try and get a least a couple hours sleep. But she knew that was pointless; she was way too worked up, far too angry to even consider sleep. And to be honest, the venting felt good. Sighing to herself she headed out into the kitchen and grabbed the dustpan and brush under the skin. If she didn't she was just going to cut herself on the fragments of the glass she had smashed.

Looking around in the kitchen, she heard the front door open. She wasn't expecting anyone right now. Curious, she headed back out into the living room and froze when she saw who it was.

On her doorstep, barely dressed, clutching her dress in her arms and visibly trembling, Cheerilee looked scared out of her mind.

Colgate quickly ran over to her, and Cheerilee flung her arms around, sobbing into her shoulder.

"What happened?" Colgate asked, leading Cheerilee into her house. The schoolteacher was shivering, despite the warmth of the night, and she was covered in dirt and sweat.

At first Cheerilee barely even seemed to be aware of her, just placidly following Colgate inside, but after a moment she focused her eyes on Colgate and started choking out, "I-I-I didn't, I didn't know where to, god, make him stop. Please, make him stop."

Colgate had a sinking feeling about what she was talking about. But no, not even he could possibly sink so low as...

"What happened?" she repeated, a little harder this time.

"Blueblood, he, he wanted to try...r-rape fantasy," Cheerilee's voice was cracking. Colgate put her down on the couch and wrapped Cheerilee in her arms. One hand stroked her hair, trying to reassure her friend.

"He didn't stop, did he?" she asked.

Cheerilee started rocking in her chair, barely aware of her surroundings. "I asked him to stop, used the safe word, but he didn't, he didn't stop. He...laughed; I can hear him laughing. Make it stop."

Colgate felt the rage return, burning out every other feeling she had. Blueblood was going to pay for this. Damn what happened to her. She got up, balling her hands into fists. She had never thrown a punch in anger before, but there was a first time for everything.

She was two steps away from the door when Cheerilee's hand reached out and grabbed her leg. Colgate turned around and saw Cheerilee's face gripped with total fear. "Don't go, please. Don't leave me alone."

Colgate couldn't. She wouldn't leave Cheerilee alone. Instead she picked Cheerilee up and guided her into the shower. Not bothering to remove her scant clothing, Colgate turned the water on and got in with her. Hot water flowed over both of them, soaking them to the bone. Colgate grabbed a cloth, and spent the next ten minutes cleaning Cheerilee, washing off all the dirt and sweat from her body. She didn't know what else to do; she just tried to be there for her.

After half an hour, the hot water ran dry and the shower went cold. Colgate got up and pulled Cheerilee to her feet. Towelling her off, Colgate led her to her bedroom and put her down on the bed. Cheerilee looked a little calmer; she wasn't shivering anymore at least. Colgate figured that what she needed right now was sleep.

It took her almost another hour, but eventually Cheerilee's breathing evened out into the slow steady pattern of sleep. Colgate gave her one final look before quietly heading out of the room.

The door to Cheerilee's house was unlocked when Colgate pushed on it. Opening the door, she stepped inside. She knew that Blueblood would still be here, she just knew it.

He was. Seated in the lounge room, feet up on the table, Blueblood was waiting for her. His face was perfectly calm, the picture of tranquility amid the horrible deeds that he had done. He watched Colgate storm in, a shot glass of scotch in one hand. When he saw her, he raised the glass to her and drank the shot.

"I take it your bitch found you?" He was long past even trying to conceal his true nature now. There was no reason to continue the facade.

"What did you do to her?" Colgate said, trying vainly to keep her rage in check.

"Nothing more than she deserved. She wanted it, and then she changed her mind halfway through. You can't blame me for that."

Colgate couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You monster. You raped her, Blueblood. I am going to make you pay."

"No, you aren't." Blueblood held up his phone, with all the incriminating evidence of Colgate's earlier actions on it.

Colgate's answer was swift and decisive. Closing the distance between them, her fist hit Blueblood hard on the jaw. A cracking noise could be heard, and blood splattered over the wall. Blueblood fell to the ground, clutching his jaw with one hand. Picking up his phone, Colgate crushed it under her heel, destroying the hated video. Blueblood watched her and then looked down at his shirt, seeing the blood staining the fabric; his own blood.

Looking up at Colgate, his eyes burned with pure, undiluted hatred. "You fucking BITCH!" He got up, advancing on Colgate. "I am going to enjoy this."

Colgate tried to back away, but Blueblood was larger, stronger than she was and he was on her before she could do anything. One arm pinned her to the wall, while with the other he started unbuckling his pants. "You asked for this."

Colgate squirmed, trying to break free from Blueblood's grip, but it was no use. He was too strong, and he had her right up against a wall. "People will know you did this," she started, trying to buy time, distract him.

Blueblood laughed. "No they won't. You're not going to be telling anyone anything. One more young runaway that fell through the cracks and disappeared they'll assume."

Blueblood finished unbuckling his pants and let them fall to the ground. With his free hand, he reached down and wedged a couple of fingers into Colgate's pants, roughly pulling them and tearing them free.

Colgate couldn't do anything. She was going to suffer the same fate as Cheerilee. Blueblood dropped his underwear and Colgate saw his dick bounce free, erect and ready for its sinister purpose.

Closer, closer he came, lining Colgate up for her impending rape. Grinning with evil intent, he pulling her down, their privates coming into contact. Colgate shut her eyes, not wanting to watch what was coming.

Blueblood pulled his hips back, getting ready for the thrust.

"Back away, dirtbag!" an authorative voice called out from behind them. Colgate whipped her eyes up and saw two police officers standing behind them, stun guns up and aimed at Blueblood. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She was saved.

Blueblood wasn't so ready to go down quietly. Turning on the officers, he dropped Colgate to the ground and lunged at them, snarling as he did so.

Both officers coolly fired their stun guns, twin prongs flying out and embedding themselves in Blueblood's body. He dropped to the ground, twitching and convulsing.

One officer went over to him and slapped cuffs around his arms, grabbing his head and pulling it up. "Blueblood III, you are being arrested on suspicion of rape. You have the right to remain silent, the right to legal counsel..."

Colgate didn't listen to what was being said, as the other officer, a woman came over to her, picking her up and offering her an arm in much the same way that she had done to Cheerilee.

"You okay?" she asked.

Colgate nodded, dumbstruck with what had just happened. For some reason, the only thing she could focus on was the face of her officer. For some reason, she was sure that she had met the woman before. She almost looked like...

"Cloud Kicker?" she said, recognising her rescuer, giggling at the bizarre meeting of her first screw.

Cloud Kicker seemed a little shocked, but she look another look at Colgate. "Wait, yes. I remember you. Don't worry, Blueblood isn't going to hurt anyone else again."

"But how did you know to come here?"

"I called them," a voice from the door. Colgate looked up and saw Cheerilee standing in the door, eyes determined but worried when she saw Colgate. "When I saw you were gone, I knew you must have come here, so I called the police."

Colgate unhooked herself from Cloud Kicker and ran over to Cheerilee, flinging her arms around her and kissing her, deeply and openly. "Are you okay?"

Cheerilee nodded, hugging her tighter. "I will be, Watching him get tazed helped." She nodded at Blueblood, still struggling against his bonds and snarling at everyone. "As long as you are there with me."

Colgate backed away a little and looked at Cheerilee. "What do you mean. Are you saying?"

Cheerilee swallowed but didn't look away. "I realised something tonight. I don't want to loose you, Colgate."

"And I don't want to loose you either." Colgate meant it.

She loved Cheerilee.

Chapter 3 - The first session: A practical education

Hot for Teacher
Chapter 3: The First Session - A Practical Education

When Colgate had accepted an invitation for random and anonymous sex based on an advert posted on the internet, she hadn't expected the recipient to be someone she knew, or at least remembered. Even more than that, she hadn't expected the person to be one of her old teachers at high school, Miss Cheerilee.

Cheerilee likewise seemed to remember her. "I know you, don't I? You were a student at Canterlot High, weren't you? I never forget a student."

Colgate nodded. "Yeah, but I never actually had you as a teacher. A couple of times as a sub, but never as a proper teacher."

Cheerilee looked off into the distance for a few moments. "Yes, that's right. I remember you now. Min, or something like that, right?"

"Minuette," Colgate said, "but everyone now calls me Colgate."

"Like the toothpaste?" Cheerilee laughed slightly, slipping down into the booth.

"Like the toothpaste," Colgate affirmed. "Comes with studying dentistry."

"Oh, do tell?" Cheerilee was intrigued, eager to hear about one of her former students continuing academic study.

"Getting a little off topic," Colgate said, trying to steer the conversation back to her initial question. "Are you 'Woman looking for discreet adult companion?'"

Cheerilee blushed a little, though it was hard to spot it under the vibrant pink of her skin. "Yes, that's me," she said, dipping her eyes. "Are you here to accept my proposal?"

"Yep," Colgate said. "Though," she added, almost as an after thought, "I'm surprised to see you having to put up an advert. I always thought that an attractive woman like you would have no trouble finding someone to be with. Wasn't there a news story about you having a fling with some student a couple of years ago..."

"Ugh, that piece of gutter tabloid press, again? Nothing but lies and slander, I assure you." Cheerilee sounded a little angry at the mention. "I would never have an affair with one of my students while they were a student."

"So it wasn't true?"

"Do you really think that I would still be employed as a teacher if I have been accused of having an affair with an underage student and wasn't able to prove that the claim was false?"

Colgate had to admit that she had a point.

"Why don't you tell me what you have heard, and I'll tell you what, if any of it is true?"

Colgate thought about it for a moment, trying to remember the article she had just skimmed through two years ago. "You were seen bringing a student back to your house, where you were then photographed kissing him. The article then suggested more intimate things happened later on."

Cheerilee nodded once. "None of that is true; well one thing is half true, but it didn't happen the way the paparazzi said it did. Mac and I are just friends, nothing more."

"So what did happen, really?"

Cheerilee sighed, "He wasn't a student, he was a former student. At that time, Mac had graduated a couple of months before. When he was my student, he was such a sweet kid; he would always give me a card and a bunch of flowers on my birthday. The year he graduated, I thought that would be the end of it, but he came around to my house that year, flowers in hand. I had been having a rotten day, and it was just such a kind gesture. I invited him in for a drink to celebrate my birthday, now that he was eighteen and could drink legally. Right at the end of it, just as he was leaving he gave me a quick peck on the cheek. It was totally innocent, but that was when the photo was taken. Everything else you heard was pure libel and slander."

Cheerilee paused to take a sip of her coffee. "The papers all ran with the story; front page headlines and exposé's. Lot's of activity but no fact checking. When the school, Mac, and I all said the same thing: that there was nothing to it and the papers couldn't find anything to actually substantiate the claim when pressed, they were forced to drop the story and print an apology. Way back on page eight, but it was printed. It hurt me for a good long while, but Principal Celestia and her sister Luna were fantastic in their support for me, telling me that they would make sure that I didn't loose my job over it. Eventually the press just forgot about me when the next juicy scandal broke and they moved onto the next story."

"So how did you find out you were into girls?" Colgate asked, eager to move on from what was clearly not a happy topic for Cheerilee. "You mentioned you have no preference for gender."

"Oh, that's easy," Cheerilee said, brightening instantly. "I've always been interested in women, I guess; ever since primary school when I had a crush on the girl who sat next to me. Back then though the schools only taught traditional male female sexuality, and so I was made to think that what I was feeling was something shameful to be hidden. My parents were also rather strict on the subject. They made it clear they expected a boyfriend, not a girlfriend to be brought to dinner. It wasn't until I was grown up, moved out and just starting up as a student teacher that I really had an opportunity to experiment."

"One of the subjects I had to teach was sex-ed. The established teachers give it to the new bloods as both a form of hazing, and to see how they can cope in the classroom. If you can handle a bunch of rowdy students all blushing or laughing at what they see as naughty words and ideas then you can handle just about anything the school life can throw at you. By this point, the school's curriculum had evolved a little and we were expected to teach at least the basic idea that homosexual attraction and bisexuality were legit things, and a perfectly normal thing to be feeling. Teaching the girls about the fact that you can be attracted to other women piqued my interest in experimenting with girls again, so I decided to see what would happen."

Colgate leaned forwards, interested in Cheerilee's story. Her own coffee was just about forgotten, slowly cooling on the table beside her.

"Not quite sure how to go about it, I just decided to jump into the deep end and went to a lesbian bar. It didn't take long before some women started hitting on me. Most were just too...butch for me; eager to just jump in the sack, or way to masculine for me to actually feel comfortable, but one, she was kind and patient. She realised that I was just figuring things out, and was willing to take things slow with me. I suppose you would say that we dated for a while, but it was more her teaching me than us dating. The idea of sex wasn't even approached for weeks, until one day Raven said that she would be ready when I was. When I finally felt ready, the sex was fantastic; there was no question about that. Raven was an absolute tiger in the sack, imaginative in ways I would never have thought. She was the one who taught me to add a little spice to the bedroom through roleplay and toys, and she had tongue control like I've never seen."

"So what happened to her?" Colgate asked. Clearly they hadn't remained together, or else she wouldn't be here.

"In the end, I guess we both just wanted something different out of our relationship. I was still just working out if I was gay or not, but Raven was looking for the long term committed relationship. We both knew that it wouldn't work in the long run, so we parted as friends while it was still good. I'll always love Raven, but I wasn't in love with her. When she found someone else who could give her what she wanted, I couldn't bring myself to stand in their way. We stay in touch now and then, and I believe she's very happy with her partner."

It was a much sweeter first time story that Colgate's own.

"The advert said you were looking for someone willing to roleplay with you," Colgate asked, moving on to the actual reason they were both here. She had tried out roleplay on a couple of occasions with formers lovers, and had enjoyed it on most of the times she had tried it.

Cheerilee blushed again, harder this time. "Actually there are a couple of things I've always wanted to try out with someone. How do you feel about, um, discipline?"

"You mean like spankings, authority, domination, that sort of thing?" Colgate saw one of the waitresses give them a quick, slightly dirty look. This was not exactly the sort of thing one just discussed out in public, but she shouldn't have been listening in to begin with. Or perhaps she was interested in joining in.

Cheerilee nodded, "yes, that sort of things exactly. Are you ok with that?"

"I think so," Colgate said. She hadn't really thought all that much about it before. One boyfriend had wanted to try ropes at one point, but he was hopeless with knots, so every time they had tried, it always just became a mess. Eventually, they had just given up on the idea.

"We can ease into that one. I'd like to try something else for our first session. The, uh, home tutor. Would you be comfortable pretending to be a student getting some extra help?"

Colgate had no issue in doing something like that. She actually had a couple of sets of clothes that would work perfectly for such an idea: a turtleneck sweater, short skirt, maybe do her hair up a little different. "That's fine."

"Great!" Cheerilee beamed at her. "How are you for this weekend?"

Colgate had nothing on that couldn't be moved around.

"Fantastic. My place about six, six thirty?"

"It's a date," Colgate said. This was going to be interesting, there was no doubt about that.

Finally the night had arrived, and Colgate walked up to the front door of Cheerilee's home. A small, single story house in the outer suburbs, it looked exactly like the house one would expect a teacher to live in. Out front was a small garden, fastidiously kept clear of any kind of weed. She knocked on the door a few times and waited for Cheerilee to answer.

She didn't have to wait long, as Cheerilee opened the door quickly, eyes bulging as she got a look at Colgate's outfit. A sweater, a tie and glasses rounded out her attempt to make herself look like the quintessential everystudent.

"I was hoping it would be you," Cheerilee said, beaming at her. "I can't believe we're actually going to do this. Now, there's no script for this so how you want to portray your character is mostly up to you. Just try not to stray too far from the core of the scene if you can. Are you ready?"

Colgate was. "While we're doing this, you can call me Min if you want, alright?"

"If that's what you want." Cheerilee handed her a small stack of academic textbooks, props to make the event even more authentic. "Right then. Shall we begin?"

It was a cold night as Minuette walked up to her tutor's house. She was way behind in a couple of subjects, but Cheery was always willing to help her out with whatever she needed.

Arriving at Cheery's house, she adjusted the hem of her skirt, wishing that she had worn pants instead. In her hands she had her algebra homework and the starting of a major essay for English Lit. Also there was something else that she needed help with, but only if she had time for it at the end. And if she could bring herself to actually ask for it.

Cheery was waiting for her as she walked up the short path, waving her over to the door. "Min, come inside. It's freezing out here. I've got a nice fire going and plenty of warm chocolate to keep us going."

Min followed Cheery into her home, walking into the living room. Just as Cheery had said, the living room had been cleared out, with a large open space on the run in front of a banked fire. The warm sound of crackling wood filled the air. Cheery directed her to get set up on the rug, heading off into the kitchen to get a couple of mugs of warm drinks. Min did so, pulling her textbooks and papers out of her bag and setting herself out on the couch. When she was done, the rug looked like a near disaster area with loose sheets of paper and books spread all around it in a half circle around her.

While others might have just seen chaos in the clutter, there was a method to her actions. Each pile of papers was ordered depending on how much help she needed and how important it was. She knew where everything was, and that was all that mattered really.

Cheery came back in with two steaming mugs and set them down on a table. She took one look at the mess Min had created in the minute she had been in the kitchen, but it didn't bother her. She understood that this was just Min's process.

"Right then, what do you need help with the most?" she asked, settling down beside her student.

The next hour or so was spent getting Min's homework up and done. Cheery had a way of making even the most boring topics seem alive and interesting, which was far more than could be said for some of her teachers at school. They were just in it for the pay check it seemed. Cheery really cared about her, and was always willing to spend just that little bit extra time to make sure that she really understood the topic at hand. Min was not a bad student by any means, but she just had a hard time really learning from textbooks and lectures. Cheery had once described her as being a visual learner, and she figured that it was an apt description. Min remembered things best when she could actually hold them in her hands, turn them over and get a feel for the thing.

She loved the practical subjects at school, art, music, even tech studies as at the end of the day, there was something you could take home and really call your own. Things like a painting, a wooden stool, or even a recording of something you had played. English and Maths were just the opposite, purely a cerebral experience, and so Min struggled with them, but Cheery could always help her out with it.

Finally her homework was finished and she felt she had a good grasp of everything else she had needed help with. They still had another hour of so of time before Min would have to get ready to head back home, but that wasn't a problem. Cheery always had something to pass the time with. Maybe she could ask about that extra thing...

"Right, Min, I think that about covers it for your maths and English work. Is there anything else you need help with?"

Min blushed and shrank down into herself, eyes darting away from Cheery. She wanted to ask, but she felt shy about it. "Well, there is this one thing. I could use some help with..."

"With what?" Cheery asked "You know I'm willing to help you with just about anything, right?"

"With...anatomy," Min finally said, almost whispering.

"Anatomy?" Cheery repeated. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Sure I can help you with that. Did you bring any books with you?"

Min pulled out one of her books, a hardcover titled 'The Human Body.' Inside was detailed descriptions of various bodily functions and processes, along with pictures and photos for viewing. Min quickly flipped the book open to the pages on the human reproductive system. "I think I'm doing ok with the male reproductive organs, but I could really use a hand on the female ones. I know I should know all this stuff already, but it just doesn't make any sense to me. The pictures just aren't enough."

"Then let's go over it together," Cheery said, settling back down next to Min. In the light of the fire, they almost looked like a pair of sisters, and in some ways, Cheery was like and older sister to Min.

For the next fifteen minutes, they went over the book, Cheery discussing and trying to highlight various things relating to the female body, the reproductive cycle and how the female body differed from the male one.

Min was trying, but she just wasn't quite getting it. It would be so much easier if she could touch all the things she was looking at, rather than just looking at pictures.

Cheery seemed to notice the same thing, as she paused in her explanations for a few moments, seeming to think about something before saying, "Min. how would you like to see all this up close? Something better than just looking at pictures in a textbook?"

Min looked at Cheery. "That would be great."

Cheery smiled at her. "You can't tell your parents about this, though. I could get in a lot of trouble for this."

"I promise, Cheery. I won't tell anyone. You can trust me."

Cheery did trust Min. Talking a look around to make sure that her windows were shut and the door was locked, Cheery got up and walked over to the couch. Sitting down on it, she started to unbutton her shirt, and unzip her skirt. Min watched her, not quite understanding what was going on. "What are you doing, Cheery?"

Cheery pulled her skirt off, leaving her in her bra and panties. "Come over here, Min. I know you work best when you can actually touch things." She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting the thing come free. Slipping it off, Cheery let her breasts come into view. Min's eyes instantly locked on to them, drawn to her nipples.

Cheery paused for a moment and took a deep steadying breath before she followed up with her panties, dropping them down around her calves and stepping one leg out. Leaning back into the couch she spread her legs apart, letting Min get a good look at her body.

Min slowly crawled over to where Cheery was sitting, not taking her eyes off of her body. When she had thought she would need a little extra help, this certainly wasn't what she had been expecting. Reaching the couch, she sat down just before Cheery, eyes roaming around her form, taking in her breasts and fleshy slit.

Cheery was not about to just sit idle however. Taking one hand, she spread her vaginal lips apart, letting Min get a clear view of everything nestled inside her; she was here for education after all. "See these, they are the labia majora, urethral opening, labia minor." Cheery pointed out the various structures as she spoke, letting Min get a good look at all the various parts.

Min knew the names of all the parts, seen them in textbooks, but this was something else. She had tried to get a look at her own vagina and vulva before using mirrors, but it was hard to get a good angle, so she had never really managed to get a clear shot. But watching Cheery point everything out to her, it was all clear exactly how everything fit together.

"And this is the clitoris," Cheery finished up, pointing to the small fleshy bulb at the tip of her vulva. "It is the primary stimulation zone for female sexual gratification. All the nerve endings make it incredibly sensitive to any form of stimulation such at touch or pressure."

Cheery rubbed a finger against her clit, enjoying the feeling. She had never masturbated in front of someone before, but it just felt right. Min was rapt, watching her slowly stroke herself. "Did you know that the clitoris is the only organ on the human body that is solely devoted to pleasure?" she asked.

Min shook her head, not taking her eyes off of Cheery.

Cheery gave herself one final stroke and took her hands away. "Go ahead, feel free to touch if you want, Min."

"Really?" Min sounded just a little too eager.

"Really." Cheery picked up one of Min's hands with her own and brought it over so that it was resting on her stomach.

Timidly, hesitatingly, Min lifted her hand and moved to cup one of Cheery' breasts. It fit comfortably into her palm, squishy and soft. Cheery squirmed a little as Min squeezed slightly, feeling the tissue distort under her grip. Emboldened, she brought her other hand up and gripped her other breast, increasing the speed and firmness of her grip. One of Cheery's hands covered Min's, squishing her breasts further. "That's it, Min. Don't be afraid to get a little harder."

Min shifter her grip from cupping Cheery's breasts to gripping them straight on. Under her palms she could feel Cheery's nipples begin to harden, poking out from her body more with each squeeze. Just as Cheery had said, she squeezed harder, relishing the feeling of the fatty globes jiggling under her hands. They way they felt in her hands, the way that they always bounced back after.

A couple of minutes later, Min let go of Cheery's tits, still grinning at the strangeness of the situation. Cherry was smiling at her, clearly enjoying herself. She pointed down between her legs, spreading a little wider. "Don't forget about down there."

Min looked down and saw that Cheery's vulva was slick with moisture, evidence of her excitement. Bringing one finger down, she traced the outside of her labial lips, earning a soft moan from Cheery.

"That's nice, Min," Cheery breathed, sounding breathy and distant. "Keep going."

Min stroked her again, bringing another finger down and probing gently.

Cheery wasn't quite so gentle, grabbing Min's fingers and pulling so that Min slid inside her. She hissed at the sudden penetration, and started pumping until she was sure that Min had the idea.

Min kept on pushing her fingers into Cheery, sinking in one knuckle at a time. When she pulled out, her fingers were shiny and covered in Cheery's juice. Pulling totally out, she brought her fingers up to her nose and sniffed. The moisture smelt sweet, and she flicked her tongue over her finger, tasting Cheery's juice. "What is this stuff?" she asked, licking her fingers clean.

"That's a sign of arousal, Min. It happens when a woman enters into a state of sexual arousal and means that she is ready for intercourse."

"You mean sex?"

Cheery nodded, gazing down into Min's eyes. "Yes, Min. I mean sex."

"If only there was a boy here."

Cheery stopped and put a hand under Min's chin, forcing her to look up at her. "You don't have to be a boy to have sex with a woman, Min. Two girls can have sex just as well as a boy and a girl can."

"But how?" Min asked.

"I could show you, if you like." Cheery said, approaching the subject carefully. If she was too eager, Min might back off.
Min nodded eagerly. "What do I need to do?"

Cheery pointed out at the rug. "Take off your clothes and lay down on the rug. I'll take care of everything else.

Min didn't hesitate. She crawled back over to the rug and lay back down on her back. Quickly, her skirt and shirt were removed and she tossed them over to a corner of the room. Her bra and panties followed and Min lay back down on the rug, naked. Looking at her own body, she could see that her own nipples were pointy, not as much as Cheery, but they were hardening as she watched.

Cheery got up off the couch and walked over to where Min was laying on the carpet. She looked Min over, gazing at her small tits and small patch of pubic hair. She was laying on the ground, legs slightly apart as she watched Cheery, blushing a little as she did.

"Am, am I okay?" Min asked.

"Min, you look perfect," Cheery said, crouching down in between Min's legs and leaning over her. Bringing one hand behind Min's head, she leaned down and pressed her lips to Min's.

Min's eyes widened as she realised that Cheery was kissing her, but she quickly relaxed into the kiss, returning it if fervour. Cheery;s tongue pushed its way into her mouth, wrestling with her own as they kissed, Cheery pressing her body into Min's. Min felt Cheery's nipples and breasts pressed up against hers, their nipples rubbing together as they made out before the fire. Her own hands moved of their own accord and wrapped around Cheery's head, intertwining in her hair and running down the side of her face.

Min lost all track of time as she kissed Cheery. She wasn't sure when it changed from Cheery kissing her to her kissing Cheery, but did, and she wanted more, lips hungrily seeking Cheery's. Dimly, she was aware of a tingling feeling between her legs, but she was focused on what Cheery was doing to her mouth.

Seconds, or it could have been hours later, Cheery pulled back, looking down at Min with ravenous desire in her eyes. Min was panting slightly, eyes wide and a little unfocused. "Wow," she breathed, feeling flushed.

"It gets better," Cheery said before cupping one of Min's breasts with her hand. Min gasped at the feeling, but a moment later, Cheery's hand was joined by her mouth engulfing her hard nipple. Cheery's mouth was soft, her tongue twirling around the nipple and earning more gasps from Min.

Cheery switched to her other breast, attacking it with renewed force. Min was helpless in her skilled hands, eyes rolling back in her head and moaning with the pleasure. The tingle from between her legs was stronger now, but Cheery's hands were holding her arms in place, preventing her from doing anything about it.

Cheery kept at it, switching and licking at Min's breasts at will, occasionally lightly biting her nipples and earning a squeal of pleasure or two. Min never wanted her to stop, but stop she did, letting Min's breasts go before slowly kissing her way down Min's stomach. Min raised her head and watched as Cheery made her way to between her legs, kissing just above her patch of pubic hair. The tingle between her legs had increased to a full on ache, and Min needed relief.

Cheery's fingers touched Min's cunt, spreading her lips apart slightly, revealing glistening pink flesh behind her lips. Electric shocks flowed through Min; Cheery's touch magic to her body. Cheery lowered herself until she was just inches away from Min's vagina, her breath warm and cloying on Min's senses.

Min watched her, her mind fogging over from desire and arousal. Cheery was smiling up at her, framed by her legs. "Remember when I said that the clitoris was the only organ dedicated to pleasure?"

Min nodded, remembering that Cheery had said exactly that. Cheery grinned at her before latching her mouth onto Min's vagina and flicking her tongue over her clit.

"AAAAHHHH!" Min nearly screamed as she felt Cheery's tongue swipe at her. Pleasure flowed through her, rendering her powerless to do anything.

Cheery looked up for a moment, her mouth and lips slick with Min's arousal. "I think she likes it."

"More," Min managed to croak out. Her brain was foggy, hazy from the pleasure, but knew she wanted, needed more. Cheery obliged, eagerly diving back between Min's legs and tonguing her again, spreading Min's lips apart with her fingers and taking long, slow licks along the whole length of her slit.

Cheery obliged her, sucking and stroking her cunt, tongue delving as deep as she could go. Min was loving it, hips bucking against the ground as she writhed on the floor. Cheery was perfect, teasing her, pleasing her even before she knew she wanted it.

Eyes closed, Min tried to hold out as long as she could, but it was all too much for her. In a gush, she felt her mind explode in pleasure as Cheery sucked on her clit, sparks of electricity jolting her from side to side. Her hands grabbed Cheery's head and mashed it hard against her body.

Slowly, Min came down, and as she blinked her eyes open, she saw that Cheery had repositioned herself during Min's orgasm. She had spun around so that now Cheery's dripping pussy was just inches away from Min's face.

Min could smell her, sweet and tangy. Eagerly, she reached up and gabbed Cheery's hips and pulled down, forcing Cheery's cunt down until she was pressed against Min's face. Instantly, Cheery's scent filled her nose, and Min's tongue snaked out and took her first taste of pussy.

Strong, sweet, tasting faintly of flowers, Min's first taste quickly became two, and then three as her tongue began to explore Cheery's body. From the way that Cheery began thrashing on top of her, she was clearly enjoying herself up there, and a few seconds later, Min felt Cheery's mouth on her slit again.

They stayed there for god knows how long, heads buried between each others legs, eating each other out. With each lick, Min became bolder, focusing her attention on Cheery's clit or probing her tongue in as deep as she could. Cheery did the same, but clearly this was a subject that her tutor was far better at than Min.

Still, she was not one to be outdone, and redoubling her efforts, she flicked away at Cheery's button, dragging her tongue along her dripping gash in between sucks at the fleshy nub, and it wasn't long before she felt Cheery scream into her own cunt. Above her, Cheery twitched and writhed around, and Min felt her vagina spasm around her tongue. Seconds later, a fresh wave of juice coated Min's mouth and chin an Cheery fell away from her, panting and fanning her face.

Min struggled up to her elbows and looked at Cheery, gasping for air on the floor. She looked sticky, covered in sweat and sexual fluids. Min got down next to her and wrapped her arms around her tutor, pressing her body against Cheery's and kissing her fiercely. An exotic taste - her own juices, Min figured, were on Cheery's lips, and Min devoured them readily. Soon though, she was spent, and the pair of them just lay there before the slowly dying fire, arms around each other, lips pressed together, embracing like lovers.

Finally, Cheery had to come up for air, and Min rested her head on Cheery's chest, listening to her breathing. Cheery brought her mouth down to Min's ear and whispered, "did you learn everything you needed to?"

Of course Min had. Everything she had needed, and more.

Cheery took her nod as a yes. Untangling herself from Min, she said, "Then, class dismissed."

Colgate blinked a couple of times and tried to get herself off of her back. She was tired, and far too comfortable to actually do it, so Cheerilee had to extend a hand to help pull her up to a sitting position. Her body was sore, but she was totally satisfied with how things had gone. Her pussy was thoroughly fucked and there was no way that she would be forgetting this experience in a hurry.

Looking over at Cheerilee, she took in the older woman's body. Like her, Cheerilee was heaving with breath, her breasts rising and falling, but a look of extreme satisfaction on her face.

"So..." Cheerilee started once they both had their breath back, "would you want to do this again?"

Colgate smiled at her, "Absolutely. I had a great time tonight. It was better than I had expected it to be."

"Then why don't you pick the theme for next week?" Cheerilee looked at her, eager to see what she chose.

Colgate thought about it for a few moments. There was one thing she had wanted to try for a little while. It wouldn't require much material or preparation. Just her, Cheerilee and a blindfold. "I want to try sensory deprivation. Blind, deaf, nothing but the sense of touch. It's meant to make everything more intense."

Cheerilee laughed a little at the idea. "That sounds wonderful. Your place next week?"

Colgate was already looking forward to it.