Lesson Plan

“Of course, ma’am, we were just on our way.”

Taking Sam’s not-so-subtle nudging as a ‘hint’, Kevin allowed his pet to guide him in a wide berth around the scowling Drama teacher. Judging by Sam’s urgency and the wide, almost nervous smile on her lips, Kevin wondered if there wasn’t some sort of history between she and this magically enhanced version of Fletcher.

There was no mistaking the clear distain in the barely-clad woman’s voice, not even the recently improved sexified version of her titular timbre could mask that level of malice.

Kevin could certainly understand the woman’s position; Fletcher’s glaring blue eyes scanning the pair with undisguised suspicion as they shuffled around her. Just because the world now knew Sam was his devoted concubine didn’t necessarily mean everyone actually accepted this. Kevin assumed the long-standing taboos associated with owning women for sexual pleasure still held firm, and the wording of his wish hadn’t altered that perception.

Kevin actually preferred it this way; He enjoyed watching Sam’s various reactions to other people’s views on her lifestyle. Sam was obviously comfortable with being his possession in front of Jess and Tiff, and he imagined the rest of the cheer squad, but clearly something about Fletcher unnerved the lovely redhead. Kevin filed this as yet another of her character quirks which he found so adorable.

In response to his thoughts, Kevin gently squeezed Sam’s almost trembling hand. She turned with a smile and nervous flash of brilliant white teeth beneath wide, anxious eyes while collecting her purse from the cafeteria table. In that moment, regardless of any transgressions between the two women (be it real or magically concocted), Kevin felt a pang of sympathy for his girl.

Kevin decided how best to train Miss Fletcher not to fuck with Samantha Mason again.

Fucking cafeteria duty, Amanda Fletcher grumbled to herself, idly stabbing at one of the few remaining baby tomatoes on the garden salad before her. The twenty something teacher dangled a slick black heel from the foot of tightly crossed legs while surveying the students wandering towards the exits at the far end of the cafeteria.

‘How appropriate,’ the 4th year Drama teacher sneered, tapping her shaped ebony cane as was her habit when frustrated. ‘Aimlessly wandering the school grounds as they’ll most likely be wandering aimlessly through life,’ The jaded woman hissed beneath her breath at the ‘leaders of tomorrow’.

For the fuck-thousandth time she cursed Yasmine and Taylor for shirking their faculty duties. The Geography teacher and her intern STILL thought the faculty were unaware of their ‘relationship’, Amanda thought, swinging her legs to sit parallel before rising.

Amanda finally gave up on the elusive tomato, grabbing the little bugger with red lacquered nails to pop into her waiting mouth. She reached a napkin to each corner of puckered lips, careful not to smear the cherry red coating on each luscious pillow.

And now she was the lone faculty representative here to keep a room full of hormonally challenged miscreants from doing anything ‘regrettable’. Honestly, she often found the overtly lustful gazes and suggestive behavior of the young women more disconcerting than the young men!

Carefully considering what favor she would ask the fledgling Geo teacher and her intern for covering their most recent tryst, Amanda adjusted the lace on her black silk cuffs and checked that her miniature top hat was at just the right angle. Amanda stood to survey the large almost empty room, spotting two layabouts in the far corner.

‘Looks like we have a few stragglers,’ Grabbing her cane, Amanda swiveled her shapely hips towards the remaining students lounging on a cafeteria bench. She was NOT in a good mood after Yas and T’s little stunt, and unfortunately for these two, shit flows downhill.

“Mr. Scott,” Amanda called once she recognized the young man whose tongue appeared to be lodged in his red headed companion’s throat. Sashaying towards the duo in an inadvertent cat walk due to her ‘work’ heels, Amanda figured the boy had finally noticed her presence by the almost comical way his entire body suddenly stiffened before quickly turning to face her.

“And of course, Miss Mason,” Amanda spat once she recognized the attractive young cheerleader. She should have known. The little redheaded whore was almost always by his side and would do anything that toad commanded, and actually like, no, love it? Amanda made no attempt to hide her disapproval of the girl; anyone who lacked respect for themselves would receive no respect from her.

“You can do what you like with your... possessions... on your own time, Mr. Scott,” Amanda scolded, mascara laden eyes sweeping over the young woman’s body to stress her point.

“But right now you’re on OUR time Mr. Scott, and we don’t like OUR time wasted, yes?” She narrowed her eyes at the pair while tapping her foot in annoyance. God but that girl made her skin crawl.

“Of course, ma’am, we were just on our way,” Kevin allowed his slut to lead him around the threatening woman, still tapping her high heeled foot impatiently. To Amanda’s surprise, he suddenly stopped and turned to face her. She noticed his smile widen, which for some reason she found unnerving.

“Sure, sure, but first, I wish all the teachers here had stage names that matched their new attire.”

“I'm sorry, what did you just say?” The sexed up Drama teacher suddenly felt lightheaded, causing her to step forward to send lovely C-cups jiggling against their pearl beaded drapery.

“No-Nothing Miss Moneyshot!” Samantha blurted. The young redhead furrowed her brow mouthing what looked like ‘whathefuck!’ at the now foolishly grinning Kevin. But the boy stood his ground before her while Samantha urgently tugged at his sleeve.

“W-w-w-wewerejustleaving!” The poor girl continued to pull at Kevin’s arm, her eyes pleading for him to follow. Mona simply continued to glare at the two offenders, almost curious as to what the boy would say next given his sudden attitude adjustment. She thought this behavior odd; he was usually one of the more respectful students.

Worse still, the boy wore a strange expression, as if mulling something over in his mind.

“Also, I wish you can’t talk without masturbating with either your fingers or a portable device, and the one you usually use is in Samantha’s purse.”

A sudden buzzing from the white handbag drawn over Sam’s shoulder drew the attention of all three, each for very different reasons.