Chapter Four

“Um, I’ve got twenty-two bucks and a handful of quarters?”

Mia thought she recognized the lanky freshman from orientation. He shuffled awkwardly in place as she leaned beside the bathroom entrance, arms crossed defiantly, giving him an assessing stare. The line behind them grumbled impatiently.

“That’ll buy ya five minutes.” She drawled lazily, tucking the crumpled bills into her sun-kissed cleavage. A wealth of lower denominations were stashed in those cushiony depths. “Save the bus fare, slugger.”

He was unbuckling his belt before she swung the door open. The lewd sounds echoing from within were loud and distinctly pornographic.

“Yes! Yes! Aw, yes… fuck me! Stuff all my horny holes and… Hyaa! Cum all over your naughty fuck bunny!”

“Jeezus, stop gabbing and suck, bitch.”

“Shit, bruh. She’s bouncing on my cock like crazy, I’m about to shoot my shot!”

A glance inside found Shauna squatting astride a pantless college jock on the tiled floor with her short skirt hiked up, furiously twerking her thick rump on his lap while blowing an older man with thinning hair and a pot belly.

That guy wore a name tag identifying him as Greg, the arcade manager. He’d asked pointed questions about the queue to the handicapped bathroom, which Mia had brushed aside, offering him a free ride instead. After a sneak peek at the debauched hottie taking all comers, the ugly bastard had pushed to the front of the line.

“Cum in me… Ahhh!” Shauna gyrated faster. Grinding harder like the cum-starved bimbo she was. “It feels soooo amazeballs when you… haah~! When you hunks spray inside my dirty pussy!”

She had the ring pop in one hand and Greg’s hard prick in the other, alternating between slobbering on both with happy mewls as the two guys aggressively double-teamed her.

The new arrival didn’t know where to insert himself but gamely waddled over with his pants around his knees.

Letting the door swing shut, Mia checked the time on her phone. She had to pay attention or they would be here all day. The tiger charm beckoned her with hypnotically blinking lights…

“Hey, um, are y-you… ah, on the menu t-too?” Stuttered a pasty-faced nerd holding out his wallet. It had a superhero emblem on it. “I-I have t-two hundred bucks and, uh, you’re probably the h-hottest girl I’ve ever seen…”

Whoring herself out to disgusting trash like him? The very idea was revolting!

Mia plastered on a plastic smile and plucked the wallet from his limp grasp.

“Not today, sweetie.” She cooed sweetly, extracting the cash and seductively slipping it into the waistband of her panties. The strip of pink lace pinched her lush hips, exposed by the widening side cut-outs of her tiny club dress. “But I’ll make sure ya get the VIP treatment, ‘kay? My gal pal will give ya knob a proper polishing.”

Her clothing was shrinking, snuggling Mia’s expansive figure tighter and tighter. The zebra-print bodice that supported her ballooning chest stretched into two taut bands that barely covered her areolas. Over, under, and side; she had every style of displaying bouncy boobage covered, holding on by mere threads to the shiny steel ring.

Her spreading hips and ripening rear similarly taxed the distressed bottom hemline, which made a habit of climbing and flashing her unmentionables when she walked.

Swollen flesh and dollar bills stuck everywhere on Mia as though she were a headlining Las Vegas stripper at the end of a profitable performance.

That was, like, female empowerment, right? Profiting from the oblig… obfess… objectifizing of the patty-arks.. or something.

The subtler distinctions were challenging to untangle while her cunt was on fire. And there wasn’t a grown-up, authoritative dick to be found anywhere.

“The s-super bike girl, really? Ah, um… cool. Yeah, okay! She’s really h-hot too… Do I n-need a condom or–”

Mia ignored the blathering idiot, ready to delve back into the pretty sparkles of her charm, when someone caught her gaze.

Mr Kepler ushered his two children towards the laser tag arena. He wasn’t quite handsome—the first hints of jowls softened his jawline, and a small paunch stressed his shirt—but his shoulders were broad, and his dark hair was still undiminished.

Mia didn’t care about his dad bod. What got her juices flowing faster than a hydroelectric dam was the weight of power and authority he held over her. The strictly regulated student/teacher roles they had occupied and the lopsided dynamics that came with them.

He was so much more than these losers coughing up their pocket money to bang a loose skank in a public restroom. Mr Kepler had prestige, respect, financial means… a big grown-up dick, and years of experience using it.

A man like that wouldn’t be satisfied with a quick pump and dump. He’d pin a girl to the wall and pound her virgin cunt until she creamed. He would make her beg on hands and knees to be fucked stupid. To be reamed by his huge, adult dick like an obedient cocksheath. To…

“You. Watch the door.” Mia stabbed a long pink fingernail at a bro-dude with a varsity footballer’s build. “No more than three at a time, and keep ‘em rolling. I’ll make it worth your while, ‘kay?”

He stepped out of line with a sleazy grin. “Yeah? And how are you going to pay me, sweet cheeks?”

“Use your imagination, stud.” She crooned, shaking the aforementioned cheeks at him while she hurried away. “I’ll be back… probs.”

Boys really were dumber than rocks. Thinking with their little peckers instead of their brains.

Peering through a claw game, Mia spied on Mr Kepler.

Shit, was it even hotter if she couldn’t remember his first name? As though she wasn’t permitted to address him casually–only formal titles like Sir and Mister were acceptable?

Her drenched, clenching pussy thought so.

She badly wanted to finger herself while watching him stand there like a total DILF monitoring his brats.

The tiger charm flashed in Mia’s peripheral vision, and her hunger spiked.

Slinking, stalking, she prowled from hiding—a predator in high heels. A shimmy of her shoulders slid the minimalist coat down to dangle from her elbows as she puffed out her already overstuffed funbags.

Mia wanted to get close enough to sniff him. To scent his masculine musk before pouncing, but somehow he sensed her approach, turning to meet his one-time student…

Of course, because he’s not prey. He’s a hunter too.

“Can I help you, miss?” Mr Kepler’s frown was disapproving, yet there was a glimmer behind that steely glare. A primal challenge.

“Gee, Mister. I, like, really hope ya can.” She tittered in a light, girly tone. Flipping her silvery ringlets to the side, Mia pushed in, invading his personal space. “My friend ran off with some seriously sketchy guys, and I need, like, a totally responsible adult to rescue her for me. She’s a bit of a slut, yeah?”

“Perhaps your friend should keep better company.”

His expression was dubious. He clearly didn’t recognize her in all the warpaint and super sexy new outfit, so she pressed even closer, resting painted fingertips on his chest.

“Please, sir.” She quivered when the word left her lips, batting her lashes demurely. “You’re absolutely right. She–we need a firm, guiding hand to show us the error of our ways. A strong, commanding figure who can put me–us in our place. Who can teach us to be good little girls like we should be.”

Mia traced languid circles on her teacher's shirt, breathing in his cologne. Old spice set her dripping nethers to trembling. How had her panties not dissolved in the torrent of nectar flooding her thighs? She had to have him…

“Go sell your sob story elsewhere, missy. I’m not buying it.” He stepped away, brushing her aside with a dismissive gesture. “Narcissists like you get off on toying with people. I’m no rube, and furthermore, I’m married. Seek counseling. That’s my professional advice. Choose more appropriate clothing too. What would your parents think seeing you like this?”

Panic seized Mia’s heart.

He was leaving? Tossing her away like worthless trash?

Her mind raced, but everything was clouded by rainbow bubbles that fizzled and popped, beaming strobing disco lights into every corner of her brain. She couldn’t lose him now. Not when she was blazing with desire, and he was right there…

“Wa-wait… I have this!” She shoved her phone in his face. “Look, look!”

Mr Kelper froze mid-turn, and maybe it was only Mia’s imagination, but the cartoon feline’s smile seemed more feral when the sparkling brightness bathed her teacher’s eyes.

Happy Halloween everyone!