Off to Dance

Ian once came away from closing the door on a scene of total carnal debauch with Ginni totally – to his certain knowledge – unscathed. And that had been quite the break time in the staffroom. He was weirdly, perversely proud of the fact that the manic calculations he had been quickly processing in his hopelessly depraved and sex-addled brain had allowed him to fuck Laura, CC, Mrs Grayson, Candy and Summer in all three of their holes within fifteen minutes, and treat all five of them to a cum shower that they wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

He hadn’t done that since… well, since yesterday, come to think about it.

But having Ginni in tow added a frisson to it all.

He shook his head abruptly to dispel the overconfidence that was seeping into him. This was still a pressure situation! Ginni – God love her – seemed to lack rudimentary powers of observation, or, to be fair, the simple ability to see what was right in front of her eyes, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

There were five cum-splattered, underdressed porno whores in the room that he had just left, he had explained the stripper pole in the middle of the staffroom as a vestigial fireman’s pole, and he was wearing a pair of nylon shorts that were so small they had necessitated that he attempted to loop his lanky penis over his hip and around his waist. But he was still going. The subterfuge was still alive. Or it would be, until the moment that his behemoth dick woke up again. Which was probably imminent.

He shot Ginni a look but once again could see nothing but a sort of impassive docility behind the glasses.

‘Well, that’s nearly the morning session finished,’ Ian ventured, still giving Ginni a sidelong glance, ‘just one more lesson, then we’re on lunch.’

‘And it’s dance?’ Ginni asked.

Ian set his teeth. ‘It’s dance.’

Short of being sent to Sex Education (the school literally had a Sex Education class, but Ian had never had cause to teach it), Dance was the worst possible place to have to take Ginni. That was where all the ‘acrobatic’ stuff took place. It was now clear to Ian that his female colleagues were taking delight in sabotaging his efforts to keep the truth of the school from the Inspectoress, even though it was a horrendous risk to their own job, and all because they thought it was funny.

He would have to have a good deep chat with Gina Taylor. One to one. Good and deep.

If he got through this ok.

‘I danced a little in my youth,’ Ginni ventured, demurely giving Ian his very own sidelong glance for the first time.

Ian was a little startled at Ginni’s admission. He could almost see a tinge of red in her cheeks, and could barely believe that she was blushing at the breach of protocol.

‘Aren’t you still… young?’ Ian blurted. He couldn’t think of a better way to put it. The Inspectoress didn’t look a day over twenty-five. ‘You don’t look a day over twenty-five.’

‘Thank you Mr White,’ Ginni said. ‘Indeed, I’ve not been in this game very long.’

‘Didn’t you ever think of taking it further?’

‘I’m afraid there were impediments, Mr White,’ Ginni said, glancing down at the monster jugs that jutted out of her tweed jacket, ‘two large impediments.’

Jesus Christ, Ian thought, she’s actually talking about her massive tits. The school Inspectoress is directly referencing the absolutely enormous pair of knockers that are protruding out of her chest, the same tit torpedoes that I have been doing everything within my power to avoid referencing or looking at.

He decided to dodge the issue. Apart from anything else, it would be suicide to pop a boner now.

‘It was a similar story with my cricket career,’ he said finally.

‘Oh!’ Ginni stopped in the corridor, ‘because of your-‘

Ginni looked pointedly down. Nothing there but bare legs, ridiculously undersized shorts, my stupid penis trussed around my waist and the enormous manilla batch file I’ve been holding there all morning, Ian thought.

‘Yes, because of my knee.’ Ian said.

‘Your poor knee.’

Ginni shook her head sympathetically as they continued down the corridor until they arrived at the dance studio. Ian’s colleague was already standing outside the door.

Fuck it, Ian thought. I’m just going to go for it.

‘Ginni, I would like you to meet one of the Dance teachers. This is Anally Fuckswell.’

Even the imperturbable Ginni took a double take at that one.

Ian’s lovely colleague extended her hand to Ginni.

‘I’m sorry, it’s a pronunciation problem,’ she explained, ‘Ian tries but he doesn’t have the accent. Lovely to meet you Ginni. Actually I have German heritage so the first part of my surname is pronounced Fuchs, and the second half I am almost ashamed to say, but my mother’s maiden name was Wellcome. I decided to have it shortened so as not to be advertising myself as an obscene publication. So in fact, my second name is double-barrelled and ended up Fuchs-Well. I am happy that the students aren’t able to take liberties with the second half of my surname, now it is completely divested of innuendo.’

‘Very wise,’ Ian said helpfully, ‘because for the students, the word “come” might be a little…’ he trailed off.

‘Fuchs-Well,’ Ginni confirmed, shaking the hand proffered to her, ‘and your first name?’

‘Anna-Lee,’ said Anna-Lee Fuchs-Well, smiling broadly.

‘Isn’t it funny that both of you have names which can be interpreted in uncharitable names by filthy minded and depraved people?’ Ian suddenly said.

There was a deep, morbid silence.

‘What do you mean by that, Mr White?’ Ginni said cooly.

‘Well…’ Ian said, immediately embarrassed, and then harrumphed, while Anna-Lee enjoyed his discomfort, ‘it’s just… you know… Edgerton… Longpipe… Ginni “Edgerton-Longpipe?”’

For the first time, Ginni looked slightly put out. She pushed her glasses up her nose.

‘I don’t see anything amusing in my surname. In fact I can’t even fathom how it might be interpreted in a sexual way.’

‘No,’ Anna-Lee clarified, ‘I’m scratching my head and I can’t think of any innuendo in Ginni’s surname either.’

Anna-Lee pushed open the door to the dance studio, and, behind Ginni’s back, made the most obscene wanking-jerkoff-fist-to-lips-tongue-prodding-into-cheek blowjob face to Ian that he had ever seen.