Mrs Slattern's Friday Night out

Mrs Slattern, sat alone in the staff room as all the other members of staff had recently changed as had most of the students. Only her class as well as 1F, she lets out a sigh as she hears the staff room's door click open.

In walks Madam Crystalina, the dance instructor for Calmer Waters college. "Oh, hello Madam Crystalina, how are you? Can I help you with something?" Mrs Slattern asks as the dance teacher walks over to her and sits down right next to her. "I was actually looking for you, I was wondering if you'd like to join me for a drink either tonight or tomorrow. Oh, and please call me Zahia." Zahia says as she leans forward. Mrs Slattern shifts in her chair, feeling her face flush slightly at Zahia's proximity. "Oh, well... that's very kind of you, Zahia." She speaks softly, the words catching in her throat as she feels Zahia's knee brush against hers under the table. The touch sends a jolt of nervous energy through her body. "I... I suppose I could do tonight."

Zahia's smile widens, her dark eyes glinting with something mischievous. "Perfect. I know a lovely little lounge just outside town. Private. Intimate." She places a delicate hand on Mrs Slattern's arm, her fingers tracing small circles against the fabric of her sleeve. "I think we could have... quite an interesting conversation." Mrs Slattern swallows hard, her throat dry as she meets Zahia's intense gaze. The younger woman's perfume—something floral but with an underlying musk—fills her senses, making her head swim.

Zahia quickly grabs Mrs Slattern's phone and enters her contact details before leaving, later that day Mrs Slattern receives a text from an unknown number but it's Zahia with the address to the club. As the evening approaches, Mrs. Slattern finds herself growing increasingly nervous. She changes her outfit several times, settling on a sleek black dress that hugs her curves.

At 8:30 PM, she arrives at the exclusive lounge, a dimly lit establishment with plush velvet seating and low, sultry music. As she enters, she spots Zahia seated at a private booth in the back, her long legs crossed elegantly, a glass of red wine in her hand. Mrs. Slattern takes a deep breath, then makes her way over, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor. "Good evening, Zahia." Mrs. Slattern greets her, sliding into the booth across from her. "I hope I'm not too late."

Zahia's lips curl into a seductive smile as she sets her wine glass down. "Not at all. You look absolutely stunning, by the way." Her dark eyes roam appreciatively across Mrs. Slattern’s body, "please it's Katherine when we're not at the college." Katherine Slattern says with a smile as she orders herself a cocktail called the nutty Irishman.

Zahia's gaze brightens with pleasure at the invitation. "Katherine. Such a lovely name." She moves closer, her perfume enveloping Katherine as she speaks in a lower register. "I've always admired your... passion for teaching. The way you inspire your students." Katherine feels heat rise to her face, her fingers tightening around her glass. "Thank you. I... I do try my best." She sips her drink, the whiskey calming her nerves slightly. "And what about you? What brings you to Calmer Waters College?"

Zahia's smile turns enigmatic as she swirls the remaining wine in her glass. "The same thing that brought me to this bar tonight, really. I'm fascinated by people who have... hidden depths. I can tell there's more to you than meets the eye, Katherine."

The directness of the statement makes Katherine shift uncomfortably in her seat. "I... I'm not sure what you mean." Katherine says softly with a blush, "Oh, I'm sure you do. You've seen how our fellow members of staff have been acting with Coach Stunner." Zahia teases.

“Now you're here, alone with me in this secluded booth. Don't act coy, darling. We both know you're here for more than just a drink and conversation. Don't we, Katherine?” Zahia states with certainty.

Katherine's face flushes an even deeper shade of red, her breath catching in her throat. She opens her mouth to protest, but no words come out. Instead, she finds herself leaning closer to Zahia, drawn in by the other woman's intense gaze and sultry demeanour. "I... I don't know what to say." Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty and intrigue.

Zahia's hand moves to rest on Katherine's knee, her touch light but sending shivers up Katherine's leg. "Then don't say anything. Let your body do the talking for you." She leans in, her breath hot against Katherine's ear as she speaks.

"I also invited Coach Stunner but unfortunately he's running late" Zahia whispers sensually into Katherine’s ear, Katherine's body tenses at the mention of Coach Stunner. The name alone sends conflicting feelings through her—guilt, arousal, dread. Yet beneath it all, she feels a strange thrill at the thought of the three of them together in this intimate setting.

Zahia's hand moves higher on Katherine's thigh, fingers pressing lightly against the fabric of her dress. "You're trembling," Zahia observes with quiet amusement. "Is it from fear... or anticipation?" Katherine's breathing quickens. She should pull away. She should stop this now. But the whiskey has loosened her inhibitions, and Zahia's touch is maddeningly light, teasing. "I... I don't know," she admits honestly, her voice unsteady.

The admission feels like a confession. Zahia's fingers trail higher, her touch becoming more deliberate as she reaches the hem of Katherine's dress. "Then let's find out, shall we?" Zahia's fingers slide beneath the fabric, her nails lightly scratching Katherine's inner thigh. Katherine gasps, her hands gripping the edge of the table as her body instinctively presses back against the booth cushions. The dim lighting of the lounge provides a layer of privacy, but Katherine is acutely aware of the other patrons nearby, oblivious to the intimate moment unfolding between them.

"I... we shouldn't..." Katherine murmurs, though her protest lacks conviction as she parts her legs slightly, granting Zahia better access. Zahia chuckles softly, her fingers tracing slow circles against Katherine's sensitive skin. "But we are." She moves closer, her free hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from Katherine's face. "And you're enjoying it, aren't you?"

Katherine's breath comes in short gasps, her body responding with a will of its own. "I... yes." Zahia's fingers slide beneath the fabric, her nails lightly scratching Katherine's inner thigh. Katherine gasps, her hands gripping the edge of the table as her body instinctively presses back against the booth cushions. The dim lighting of the lounge provides a layer of privacy, but Katherine is acutely aware of the other patrons nearby, oblivious to the intimate moment unfolding between them.

"I... we shouldn't..." Katherine murmurs, though her protest lacks conviction as she parts her legs slightly, granting Zahia better access.

Zahia chuckles softly, her fingers tracing slow circles against Katherine's sensitive skin. "But we are." She moves closer, her free hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from Katherine's face. "And you're enjoying it, aren't you?"

Katherine's breath comes in short gasps, her body responding with a will of its own. "I... yes." The admission slips out before she can stop it, and she immediately feels a fresh wave of heat spread across her face. Zahia's smile widens, triumphant and knowing.

"Good girl," she purrs, her fingers sliding higher, pushing the fabric of Katherine's underwear aside. Katherine gasps as Zahia's fingers make contact with her wetness, her hips jerking slightly.

"Someone's already very wet for me," Zahia murmurs, her breath hot against Katherine's neck as she nuzzles closer. Katherine can feel her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, her body thrumming with conflicting emotions—shame warring with overwhelming desire.

"I... I don't..." Katherine's protest dies as Zahia's fingers stroke her lightly, drawing slow circles around her clit. The touch is maddeningly gentle at first, then more insistent as Zahia gauges Katherine's responses. The admission slips out before she can stop it, and she immediately feels a fresh wave of heat spread across her face. Zahia's smile widens, triumphant and knowing.

"Ah, there you are, ladies!" Coach Stunner's booming voice cuts through the intimate moment. Katherine jerks away from Zahia's touch, her face flushing with embarrassment as she hastily adjusts her dress. Zahia, however, seems unfazed, her hand slowly withdrawing from beneath Katherine's skirt as she turns to greet the newcomer. "Perfect timing, as always, Coach." She purrs, her dark eyes glinting with something predatory. "We were just getting to know each other better."

Coach Stunner slides into the booth next to Katherine, his large frame crowding the space. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything too important." His hand comes to rest on Katherine's thigh, mirroring where Zahia's hand had been moments before. Katherine's body tenses at the contact, her mind reeling from the sudden shift in the situation.