Rule 17

“Slut etiquette rule 17: 'A Slutwife's hands and eyes should always be straying. It can never be too obvious what you are. Because even if a little teasing can't be charged for now, the potential for gaining extra customers later is vast.”

Mr Durren’s voice droned on through the summer afternoon heat. Frankly it was amazing how he could even make an instruction to constantly be semi-molesting strangers seem slightly dull. He pulled out Lizzy and a couple of phallus-sporting classmates to show the multiple scenarios where a subtle application of the back of one’s hand could arouse everyone around you. Along with less surreptitious applications of a bold slut’s behind to bump against a potential customer, even when they were currently with a spouse or lesser plaything. Judging from the tent forming in his own trousers… Lizzy was taking to his instructions very well. Jesse could very much believe that any other man would have been unable to resist bending the little gold-skinned creature over a table then and there, losing track of the lesson entirely. But this stoic old gentleman had been teaching teenage sluts how to prostrate themselves properly for decades… He made do with whispering in her ear a command to stay late after class for some ‘additional pointers’.

Thus the remaining three had to wave goodbye to her early as the bell rang, skipping the recommended tangle of tongues as her mouth was very quickly otherwise occupied. Though it turned out Franceska herself had already earned a detention for trading a quickie for a cigarette on the very boundary of the school-grounds that morning. Apparently that ‘went against the intentions of the free-to-use policy’ by inviting unrelated workmen across the boundary… and that ‘A slutwive’s lips are for sucking upon cocks, not cancer-sticks’. She seemed to be anticipating a significant whipping from Ms Julian with customary nonchalance, joking that at least she’d be instructed how to hobble home sexily afterwards…

Which left just Suzy and Jesse, once again… walking hand in hand through the sun-drenched corridors. Nothing was said, as they meandered along, but there was an overflowing sense of a lot being communicated. Really, they had spent most of the day with just that quiet connection of skin. A strangely quiet and gently symbolic gesture that neither had actually decided to do, but which they were very much now loathe to break. Something new was definitely there, between them… though neither school-owned sextoy knew exactly what it was supposed to be. Jesse leant his head against his companion’s shoulder, just for a moment or two; and the other sissy returned the gesture. That was important... though they couldn’t keep it up as they reached the top of the stairs. It put a smile on both their lips that it would take several chisels to remove.

When they got to their lockers in the entrance hall, the normal hustle and bustle of slutwives-to-be changing and kissing their goodbyes was in full flow. Without much of a thought, Jesse slipped out of his skirt and blouse, quite used to getting undressed here by now. What he completely failed to notice... was the general quieting of voices and change of atmosphere as he freed his slender frame from it’s coverings. Where before he might have always been the target of more than a few surreptitious glances, Miss Daisy’s announcement that morning had brought him to the forefront of an entire class of teenage sex fiends… all of whom spent most of the day tickling the edges of their own particular fetishes. A gaggle of submissive little playthings they might be… but the urge to reach out and grasp at one of their own was not precluded by that. He was soft and pretty and shy. Just the kind of echoing soul they could feel safe in approaching, and convince themselves it was all just to aid with his studies. Such was always the way that those naturally prey could feel predatory.