God bless Civvie Street

‘Another great fucking whore,’ James remarked, ending on a little groan as the waitress made her exit.

Laura looked at him.

‘Well, you can take the boy out of school, but you can’t take the school out of the boy.’

James snapped to attention, ‘God Laura, you’re right. Fuck! This is civvie street!’

‘Indeed,’ Laura grinned, ‘Now I am in charge of the assessment of your performance during your probationary period. So you are going to have to impress me. First of all: the good news. You have. You’ve impressed me a great deal.’

Very deliberately and performatively, so that the whole restaurant could see, Laura rested her gloved elbows on the tablecloth so that they were abut eighteen inches apart, and, with obvious relish and total precision raised her hands, palms facing, parallel together, as if to determine the size of something: the old ‘I once caught a fish this big’ gesture. She held the gesture, her eyes holding James’s gaze with utter conviction.

Everyone was looking at her, even those pretending not to.

‘Your cock is fucking huge,’ Laura said, ‘you hear me, James? HUGE! It’s HUGE! It is a fucking monstercock. It’s gigantic. It is massive, super juicy, always hard, and let me be emphatic in case it isn’t getting through: it’s huge. HUGE, JAMES! It is a cunt hammer and when you fuck me in the ass with it it’s like you are tearing me open. If you hit me on the head with it, I would die. I would literally just die of a brain haemorrhage. It is that fucking big. You’ve got a big cock, James. A HUGE cock.’

‘Thanks Laura,’ James said, taking a sip of water, aware of everyone’s eyes on them in the entire restaurant. If Laura’s massive pair of golden tanned tits hadn’t caused enough of a stir, her clear relish in characterising the dimensions of his schlong, in public, reinforced the notion. ‘I think you’ve made that point rather well.’

‘Good.’ Miss Hart put her hands down. Her monster tits were sticking up enormously over the table from James. He couldn’t take his eyes off them. ‘Well, now we can enjoy our evening.’

‘Is that… is that the performance review… done?’ ventured James.

Miss Hart stuck her tongue out and crossed her eyes. ‘Duuuh,’ she said. ‘Yes, you have a huge cock. Done.’

‘Oh,’ said James, ‘good.’

‘However,’ said Miss Hart, ‘I thought it might be nice, if, informally, we shared a few stories about how you got on in your first week. Who you met, what your classes were like, how teaching went, that sort of thing.’

‘Sounds nice,’ said James.

‘And of course by the end of the evening I will be wearing your cum.’

James choked on his water, ‘Sounds nice!’

‘And also… I have a little ulterior motive in bringing you here…’ Laura said conspiratorially, leaning forwards.

‘What’s that, Miss Hart?’

‘Well it’ a little bit of a test. You’ve been very good in the school, throwing about fuckdolls with that lanky cock. Everyone’s very impressed. And you seem to have grown in confidence. What I was wondering was whether you might have grown in confidence a little too much.’

‘How so?’

‘Frankly, exposure of new staff to the school can be a bit of a lottery. Sometimes people have problems acclimatising. Sometimes they internalise it all a bit too much. They can’t relate to the outside world.’

‘Laura, are you saying that I might have… gone native?’

‘Le mot juste,’ Laura said, ‘well put. And that’s why were here. It’s a treat, but also a test. This is civvie street. The real world. For the rest of the evening, we’re going to see if you can function in it. And I am going to try my hardest to see that you fail.’