Put the finishing touches on Bella's ruination.

“…and that’s the scene!” You proclaim over the applause of Mr Golley and the rest of the class.

Belinda jerks as she is released from the character of Alice, moaning in shame and trying to cover herself with her hands. You look over at a stunned teenager in a Mad Hatters outfit who was watching from the wings as you pull your pants back on and wink at him.

“You get that?” you ask smiling broadly, “because you’re going to need to practice this scene… a lot.”

Mr Gooley looks as though he has been inspired by one of the mythical Muses of Greek legend.

“Brilliant, just brilliant!” he exclaims rushing up onto stage. “I’m going to have to re-write the whole script, and practice! We’ll need to double our practice time to be ready for opening night!”

“That sounds good.” You tell him ignoring the look of horror on Bella’s face, “Be sure to spice up as many scenes as you can, after all; your star performer needs the chance to shine.”

“Yes, YES!” Mr Gooley cries excitedly, and you can still see just how excited he is by looking down at his pants. “I shall work night and day until the script is ready, and then it’s practice, practice, practice!”

An evil idea strikes you and you grin, glancing back at the disheveled Ice Queen of the school.

“Maybe Bella will help you there, you may need some help getting the ‘creative juices’ flowing and I’ll bet those lips of hers around your cock will work wonders… all for the play of course.”

Turning on her, you put all your power behind your next question.

“You’d be happy to help wouldn’t you Bella?”

“Happy to help.” She echoes stiffly, not meeting your eyes.

Walking up to her you slip your hand into the dress and grab a tit, relishing the feel of her soft full melons again as you whisper in her ear.

“…and you’ll forget any strange events or commands I’ve given you, you’ll be doing it all for the grade you’ll receive. I’m sure if you put the effort in and obey instructions, you should get another A+… like always.”

Her eyes cloud for a moment then clear. Then she stares up at you coldly until you pull your hand back.

“If you’re not part of this play John, I’ll thank you not to lay hands on me.”

“Fine, fine.” You say stepping back smiling, and then turn to leave.

As you depart, Mr Gooley is directing her backstage to his office whilst tugging his belt loose, and several of the cast turn to in awe to watch you leave. You’re happy in the knowledge that word of this is going to spread though the school like wildfire and Bella will be finished as far as the student body is concerned. Come opening night… well then even the parents and teachers would know. You’d have to be sure to get tickets for it…