Get back to the task of avenging your sister and go looking for Belinda in Drama Class

You feel vaguely disappointed as you watch Mrs. Bounders dress, the naked sight of her is glorious but you know that you can’t spend the whole day in the teacher’s bathroom fucking her brainless.

With a sigh of regret you shrink her heaving bosom back down to a more manageable 40DDD and adjust her clothing to fit her new proportions. You consol yourself with a silent promise, this will NOT be the last you see of her… or her daughter. Slipping back into your own jeans and t-shirt you give her ass a final squeeze before headed for the door.

“Wait!” she cries out hopefully, “What are you going to do now? When will I see you again?”

“I’ve got a few things I’ve been meaning to do today,” you tell her apologetically, “but we’ll be seeing more of each other soon.”

You leave her looking after you uncertainly as you make your way back into the teacher’s lunchroom. Now where would Stacey and her friends be right now?

After a quick check of the teacher’s class roster you make your way to the school amphitheatre. You’ve just discovered that Belinda, the ice queen of Stacey’s little squad, has Drama practice. You had heard that there was no greater thrill then performing on-stage and you have got a special performance in mind for the frosty Bella.

You get to the amphitheatre just as class is starting, some students lounge idly in the front rows of seats whilst others bustle about setting up the stage, looking about you don’t see Belinda but you do spot Mr Gooley the drama teacher directing the students preparing the stage.

“Hey Mr Gooley!” you call jogging down the aisle to him, “What’s all this?”

“Ah John, the senior class will be performing ‘Alice in Wonderland’ this year.” He tells you, never taking his eyes off of the stage, “If you must attend my class, please just sit quietly and try not to get in the way.”

Alice in Wonderland? It seemed a bit dull and childish to you but Gooley had always been an old stick in the mud…

“I’m looking for Belinda, I thought she was meant to be here?” you ask him nonchalantly but he looks around at you suspiciously.

“My Bella has been given her own dressing room for this performance,” he tells you coldly, emphasizing the ‘My’ in the statement “…and she is currently there preparing herself for the role. You must not disturb her! Her stage presence is magnificent and I will not have anyone upsetting her!!”

A derisive snort from one of the theatre nerds nearby distracts him long enough for you to slip away, Belinda… Bella certainly had the teachers wrapped around her little finger.

Stealing backstage you head for the few dressing rooms and groan when you find a door with a large star and the name ‘Bella’ on it. The chilly bitch certainly had a high opinion of herself; it was past time that she was taken down a peg.

Without knocking you throw open the door, hoping to catch her undressing. It’s a bit disappointing when you find her fully in costume sitting in front of a makeup mirror playing with her long straight white-blonde hair. She doesn’t jump or even look startled at your abrupt entrance but instead turns her cool gaze on you. Any other time that look might have frozen you like a deer in headlights but not anymore, instead you drink in the sight of her for the second time today…

She truly was a classic beauty, with her cool blue eyes and long lashes on a flawless face, her lips were deliciously full but not so full as to be pouting like Candy’s did. Sitting there in the familiar powder blue dress and white apron smock, she might have been a queen rather than a schoolgirl in the Alice costume but that didn’t stop your eyes moving across the modest bulge of her chest, down to were the dress tapered into her narrow waist and finally to her shapely calves in the white stockings that emerged from beneath the dress. She was certainly a lot more than just pretty…

“Well?” her icy tone brings you back to reality, “Are you going to explain yourself or shall I start screaming now? It might be interesting to watch Mr Gooley lead the stagehands in tearing you apart.”