A yoga teacher who threw him out of her class.

The car pulled up to a storefront yoga studio. It was the middle of the day, and the strip mall was empty. Rodney got out of the car and put his finger to his lips in an exaggerated hush. In the passenger’s seat, Janey cover her mouth to keep from laughing. Rodney crept up to the closed studio’s window and peered through the venetian blinds. He could see the yoga studio’s owner, Mary Ocampo, at work in the back office.

Mary was a stick-thin Filipino work, with buzzcut hair and a pinched face. She had thrown Rodney out of her evening classes for “making everyone else uncomfortable.” How was Rodney supposed to keep his eyes down when he had been surrounded by women who strained to fold themselves over in snatch-hugging tights? Of course Rodney had been perving on the women in the class, but it had still been mean of Mary not to accept his denials.

Rodney held the little bone in his hand and made a wish.

It started as an itch on the left side of labia. Mary idly scratched it through her yoga pants, her attention still on the student accounts. But scratching only made it worse. The itch spread up to her clit and down to her taint. Mary rubbed her thighs together, trying to generate enough friction to relieve the irritation, when her pelvis twitched. Mary grunted quietly.

“What the fuck?” Mary adjusted her panties by the waistband. Her hips involuntarily swiveled with arousal. The pressure of the chair seat on her taint and hole felt penetrating. Mary squeezed her shoulders together. The hairs stood up on the back of her neck. Mary stood up and aired out her pants. The cool air on her groin made her shiver. She stood still, holding her tights open, her breath quickening, before she started to reach down with her free hand. Mary’s fingers brushed the tips of her pubes, then she stopped herself.

“I gotta… I gotta go… to door?” Mary pondered this outloud as she walked out of her office. She got five steps before her crotch spasmed and she squeezed her thighs together. A flush traveled up her stomach. Steadying herself on the wall, Mary told a wobbly step forward and her insides quivered. She cussed between gasps for air.

Mary made her way to door step-by-tortuous-step. Feverish heat rose up her neck and face. Her nipples stiffened until they felt ready to burst. A wet spot spread between her thighs. Her shoulders and arms shook. She panted. Drool escaped from the edge of her mouth. After what felt like months, Mary reached the door and threw it open. Rodney and Janey smiled wide. Mary’s knees gave out. Rodney planted a boot on the back of her neck and pushed Mary down on her side.

Standing on her neck, Rodney told Mary. “Okay, you can cum now.”

Mary gurgled as stars rushed through her vision. When the spasm finally ended, Rodney gave her a moment, before nudging her slack cheek with the toe of his boot.

“Get inside, ma’am. I’ve got plans for you.”