Dressed up to escort

"Get changed." She said, without looking up… or really acknowledging that they'd arrived at all. Of course they'd turned up exactly when and where she'd commanded them, anything less was unthinkable.

Two tunic-like dresses were hanging on a rack to one side. Chinese-style 'cheongsams' Jesse recognised, from his culture training. He and Beth exchanged a momentary glance, before hurrying to drop their uniforms to the floor. Somehow it seemed more exposing: to be stripping down in this spacious, formal setting, than surrounded by all their classmates in front of the great glass front of the school. Yet, hesitation to follow an order was as great a sin as any, so they helped each other into the tightly-fitting clothing as quickly as possible. Both dresses were made of gloriously smooth silk, full of colour and decorated with a delicate pattern of small flowers. Beth's was a deep, sensual pink accented in teal; a perfect match for her pigtails. While Jesse’s was cream with flashes of dark red; less loud, yet more drawing upon the eye towards the curves and bulges of his body beneath. There were also, of course, long slits up the sides of both that left their bare legs showing, all the way to the hip.

Just when the sissies were somewhat decent, Mrs Durren bustled in with little more than a perfunctory knock. The wrinkled teacher was carrying one of her many large boxes of mixed makeup, the weight of which were renowned for being able to knock a little whore clean off her feet if she didn’t dodge out of the way fast enough. She set to work immediately, getting one of the femboys to provide an extra pair of hands while the other kneeled upon the cold floor. Prettying both up to the heights of sophisticated, high-class escorts from their more common role as simply prissy prostitutes in training. Jesse wasn’t entirely sure what they were being prepared for… This had simply been Madame Stanfield’s condition for allowing him to go see Betsy: to accompany her for the evening. The eighteen year old femboy’s little heart began to quicken as Beth and Mrs Durren attended to his face. He was actually quite excited to be stepping out into the world at the side of the seductively intimidating presence that, for all extents and purposes... currently owned him.

His mind slipped back to that very first day… when he had felt so clumsy in blocky practice-heels. So exposed to be walking around in a skirt without underwear. He hadn’t realised at all how rare and prestigious it had been, for him to be allowed to drop to his knees and taste the woman who stood over them all. The flavour of her sex came back to his lips, even now… strong and sweet and sultry.

Jesse realised he had been staring at the still-typing headmistress for at least five minutes now. Focussed in fascination like a puppy towards the farmer who controlled all the boundaries of its world. She seemed to sense his gaze, for a moment… and flashed those fiery eyes his way, for just a second. The sissy blushed deeply and buried his eyes back in his own lap… trying to ignore and will away the small bulge that suddenly started growing there. So he missed the small smile of mild amusement that crossed Victoria Stanfield's lips. It was always good to confirm her flock's devotion. She knew all the complexity of such submissive creatures' feelings for her. Had seen them splashed across a thousand equally-innocent faces over the years. Even now, it still gave her the slightest flicker of electric satisfaction… inescapable proof that she too had been allocated her own perfect place in the order of things she supposed.

For all that that persuaded the board and their ilk. Praising her endlessly from every direction, then immediately trying to pull the rug from under her feet whenever her back was turned. It really was just a balancing act of making sure enough of them were pulling from different angles that they thwarted each other’s schemes. Mr Carter though… he had swept in and added a whole new layer of complication to proceedings. Whispered in enough ears in that strangely hypnotic way of his and widened the divide between those who’d held power the longest and those who felt their time was due. Instilled, perhaps, a belief that if enough determined voices all pulled together… that their squabbling parents might be left clutching at torn threads and cursing the days they had handed over some perfunctory portion of shares as just a way to make their heirs feel included. It really left the embattled headmistress with the much harder task of persuading even two of those old tyrants to put aside all the embittered grievances they’d built up against each other, and recognise this new player as the threat he was. Instead of just another pawn to funnel their own plans through.

She sighed as she finished up yet another pointlessly polite letter laying out these very concerns, all too aware that it would be immediately ignored. The Madame looked back over to where her two escorts were having their final once over. Around both their necks hung the tight bands of technology that she’d finally had to let Derrick's creepy twin scientists add their modifications to last week. None of the class had so much as blinked when ordered to allow outside forces to fiddle with the very leashes they lived on. They trusted her. In everything. With the keys to their bodies, minds and futures…

Victoria Stanfield very physically felt the weight of that trust… starting to slip from her grasp...

Nothing had ever felt so terrible.