'Excuse me. You're Chloe's dad?'
I turn around. A woman. I recognise her: she's Chloe's teacher, Miss Pulver.
'Yes?'
'Hi, I'm Chloe's teacher,' she says.
'Yes. We met a few times.'
'Right…' She seems unsure on how to proceed. 'I would like to talk to you about something a little delicate.'
I'm painfully aware that, if I stay back, I'll be late for work. Again. But what can I do? This is important. If there's one thing I can't ignore is Chloe's education and well-being.
'Is this a good time?' she asks. 'I have a spare half hour: Mrs. Thompson, our music teacher, has the class for the morning.'
Fine. Sure.
'Let's find a quiet place to talk,' she says, a little unsure of how to couch the conversation. 'As I was saying, this is a little delicate.'
'Is Chloe ok?' I ask, a little worried.
'Chloe… Yes, yes. I understand there have been changes at home… Anyway, why don't we find an empty classroom or an office to talk about it?'
I follow her.
She's a short woman, a little rotund. Young. With the face of a cat, and two firm breasts, like shiny apples, that bounce around under her smock. What always strikes me when I see Miss Pulver are her eyes, which are a light brown hue, almost yellow, that, combined with her pointy nose and her round cheeks, enhance her feline appearance. She has that kind, patient, a little silly air that some early-age educators have: she is always smiling and seems almost always ready to break into a song or play a game on command.
She leads me through a side door into the main school building. We walk along a little corridor and into the gymnasium.
'It's a shortcut,' she says with a smile.
We walk in silence. I'm waiting to hear what's wrong with Chloe. Miss Pulver is probably searching for a suitable venue where to disclose the news. The wait makes me fear the worst.
The teacher walks up the three steps that lead to the stage that is used for school plays and we slide behind the curtains. It's dark and quiet. You can't hear the kids playing in the yard from here.
We get to a side door. She tries it. It's locked.
'Oh, my,' Miss Pulver says. 'We will have to go all the way around…'
She turns to look at me.
'You see…' she checks her wristwatch for the time. 'You probably need to go to work, and I don't have much time.'
I raise my eyebrows and smile to indicate that, whatever it is, I will make time for it.
'The thing is that I have heard rumours. I understand that there have been changes at home, but I'm concerned that these changes might impact Chloe's well-being, especially at school.'
'What type of rumours?' I ask.
The fact is, with these private institutions where parents pay a lot of money for little Alexander and darling Bianca to get the best education and exclusive connections, that they are full of bitches, bored and eager to gossip. But gossip, in these circles, can be fatal. For the parent, and, more than that, for the child. Once a child is marked (he's too rough, she's bad news, he comes from a difficult home situation), parents warn their kids against fraternising with them. The tainted child, short of having to wear a scarlet letter in public, is not invited to playdates, birthdays, and group outings.
'Is it Chloe's mum?' I ask, not sure what she might be referring to.
'In fact, it is you,' Miss Pulver says, staring at her feet.
'Me?' I say, feigning innocence, but trying to figure out what kind of rumour might be going around the school about me. I can only hope that Cynthia has only confided in Yvonne and Rachel, and that these two have kept their traps shut. I can only hope it's something else, although there's not much in my life I have to keep a secret.
'Yes…' she says, look up at me. 'I have heard stories. A few people have mentioned it to me.'
I'm getting a little impatient. Her politeness and her reticence won't take us anywhere: out with it!
'You can be frank,' I say, smiling placidly, hoping I can quickly build a defence to whatever she might say.
'A few people have mentioned that you provide some sort of fine tuning…'
Fuck.
I try to figure out how this might impact Chloe. If her dad has no morals, she might be branded as… what? I don't even want to use the word. Whatever I've been indulging in stops today. I've said so before, but this is it. I can try to buy some time with Miss Pulver, to feign ignorance for now, but, ultimately, I'm done with Cynthia and her gang.
She moves a little closer. We're standing next to a whitewashed brick wall behind the scenes of the empty stage, next to a tall black curtain. It's dark, there's a pleasant smell of sawdust.
'I would like to know,' she says, smiling timidly, 'what exactly…'
Miss Pulver makes another step and is against my chest, her round, apple-like breasts brushing against my shirt. She raises a hand to touch my arm.
'Would you show me? I can be discreet,' she says.
I wonder if there's a right answer. I'm not even sure what my options are. If I say yes, she'll keep quiet. Fine, I can take blackmail, but this thing is getting out of hand. Soon enough, everyone may know. But, if I say no, well, everyone will know straight away.
Let's be done with it.
I put my hand on her lower back and push her against me.
She inhales sharply, surprised, a little scared of what she's initiated.
'Like this?' I ask.
I lower my hand and rest it on the top of her ass.
'Or like this?'
I push her towards me, so that her stomach is against my crotch. I watch her eyes widen.
Little Miss Pulver, this good little kitten...
I grab her ass with both hands and pull her up towards me. Her feet lift off the ground; they wrap around my back, and I push her against the whitewashed bricks. We're now standing in a gap between the wall and the curtain. It's cozy and warm.
She opens her mouth a little, unsure if she wants or if she's even allowed to kiss me.
'What's happening here?' a voice behind us calls.
A hand moves the curtain.
It's the secretary, the blonde Valkyrie I saw when I picked up Chloe. The day they called me at work.
'Miss Clancy!' the kitten in my arms mews, scared.
The scowl on the Valkyrie is a bucket of icy water. I drop down Miss Pulver. I know we're in deep trouble. Chloe is in trouble.
'Follow me!' Miss Clancy orders us. 'Now!'
I know there's no room for negotiations with this type.
Miss Pulver and I follow Miss Clancy in silence across the gymnasium, up a set of stairs, and through a long corridor. It looks like a part of the school where they keep old equipment, books, furniture. Through some open doors, I spy a few empty offices.
'In here,' Miss Clancy says, and she ushers us into a room and closes the door.
'Before I take you to the principal, please explain yourself,' she orders. 'Miss Pulver,' she continues without waiting for an answer, now addressing the poor little teacher that's trembling like a leaf, 'I am shocked. You know the values we expect our staff to embody and project. If you can't offer a convincing explanation, I will be forced to escalate this.'
Miss Pulver can't get a sound out of her mouth.
Now and then, Miss Clancy darts an angry glare in my direction but doesn't address me yet.
'Well?' Miss Clancy asks again, raising her voice. 'Look at what you've been doing with this man. The parent of a student none the less… On school property!'
Miss Clancy begins to walk back and forth, angrily.
'Please…' says Miss Pulver.
'Please?' Miss Clancy scoffs. 'Please! Am I supposed to turn a blind eye to this? This?!' she says gesturing towards me.
'I promise…' Miss Pulver says, looking for words.
'What do you promise? Uh?'
I speak in a conciliatory tone:
'Maybe, we can find a solution. I'm sure it's all a big misunderstanding…'
'How can I misunderstand that?' Miss Clancy laughs bitterly, annoyed that I dared to speak when I hadn't been spoken to. 'I saw you two with my own eyes!'
'Yes,' I concede, 'but maybe, if we promise it won't happen again…'
Miss Clancy considers this for a moment. Then, she eyes Miss Pulver, weighs her mentally.
'Unfortunately, I can't let this slide. At least, not without proper disciplinary action.'
'Please!' pleads again Miss Pulver.
'I'm not talking about reporting you to the principal,' Miss Clancy says, a little calmer now. 'But something must be done.'
'That's fine,' I say.
Miss Pulver nods eagerly:
'Yes!'
Miss Clancy looks at us. She's much older than Miss Pulver. She must be in her forties and is likely to have much influence and command respect from the young teacher. She's also taller than I remember, with a severe scowl permanently etched on her face, which contribute towards her authority. She runs a hand in her short, blonde hair, as she considers us.
'Fine. I don't know why I'm giving you a second chance because I'm fairly sure you don't deserve it.'
Miss Pulver has watery eyes. She nods, yes yes yes:
'I'll do whatever it takes.'
Miss Clancy looks at me now:
'And you? What about you?'
I am also prepared to deal with this in a confidential way. Whatever she thinks right.
'Back in my day…' the Valkyrie says, 'It was corporal punishments. This is how we learnt our lesson.'
She looks around. The room is a big storeroom with old desks, crates of books, chairs, boxes classroom supplies.
'Very well, then,' she continues.
Miss Clancy walks around looking through the sundry items lying around.
'Yes, this might do.'
She shows us a long plastic ruler.
'Please lean against that desk,' she says.
Miss Pulver and I place our palms on the desk and offer our backs to Miss Clancy.
'Ah! Not like this,' the Valkyrie says.
Miss Pulver catches her drift quickly. She unbuttons her smock and drops it to the floor. She's left in her bra and undies with a pattern of cherries.
I exhale, hoping this embarrassing situation ends quickly. I undo my pants and I'm down to my briefs.
I look at Miss Pulver. She's staring at the floor, a scared look on her face.
Whip! Slap!
Ouch… Miss Clancy has hit me with the ruler on the bottom.
Now, it's Miss Pulver's turn.
Whip! Slap!
The teacher whimpers.
My turn again. Slap!
Slap! Miss Pulver's.
The young teacher is snivelling.
'I'm so sorry, Miss Clancy,' she says. 'It won't happen again. I promise. I do.'
I remain silent throughout this scene, not keen on giving Miss Clancy any satisfaction. I eye Miss Pulver: with every hit, her little round body shivers and her boobs bounce, which, I have to admit, excites me.
'I hope this is enough,' Miss Clancy announces. 'But, look!,' she adds with a sarcastic tone, 'Look Miss Pulver what has happened to our friend here.'
I look down, and I notice that I have an erection. This is even more embarrassing than I thought it would be.
'We can't send him out like this,' Miss Clancy says. A pause. 'Please take care of him.'
I give Miss Clancy a look. Then, I look at Miss Pulver.
She doesn't look at me. She simply nods and comes closer:
'Yes, Miss Clancy,' she says.
The teacher kneels before me. She lowers my underpants and stares at my erected dick.
'Do you want me…' she asks.
'He can't go out like this, can he?' Miss Clancy guffaws.
'You're right,' Miss Pulver says.
Then, she opens her mouth and puts my dick between her lips, then deeper into her mouth, which is small and warm. She begins to suck.
I look down at her, then at the Valkyrie.
'I hope you're happy,' the Valkyrie says to me, her icy glare on me. 'Well, with men, I suppose it can't be helped. Now, Miss Pulver,' she adds, kneeling next to Miss Pulver and putting a hand to her bottom, 'let me see if you're also… My goodness! You're all wet too. Look at your panties… Soaked! Indecent, this is indecent. Please stand up now.'
Miss Clancy now pulls Miss Pulver up and looks at her.
The little teacher's face is flushed, and the redness spreads to her neck and the top of her breasts. She tries to adjust her hair and maintain some composure.
Miss Clancy turns towards me:
'I'm afraid she needs some help too. She can't go back to class in this state.'
Miss Pulver nods:
'Thank you, Miss Clancy.'
The Valkyrie raises an eyebrow.
'Very well, then. Please undress, Miss Pulver. Now, sit here.'
Miss Pulver, now fully naked, complies and sits on the edge of a desk.
'You, sir, can assist her. I will have to take care of you myself.'
It only dawns on me now that these two women have planned all this (what an idiot I can be!). First, they called me with the excuse of picking up Chloe only for Miss Clancy, the Valkyrie at reception, to size me up. Then, today, they have orchestrated this event, the initial seduction, the discovery, the punishment, to get the fun they want.
I go along with it, what else can I do? I begin to lick Miss Pulver's pussy.
Miss Clancy kneels between my legs and takes my dick in her mouth. She lets it glide down her throat almost effortlessly and begins to work on it, with strong and efficient, and oddly dispassionate, sucks
I look up to Miss Clancy, who's all flushed and is biting her lips. Her large breasts, now free from the bra, are heavy and hang low. They bob gently on her chest with every shiver of her body.
Her round thighs smell of scented soap, and her pussy is small and plump.
I decide to explore it with two fingers, as I lick her.
'Ah!' she cries out.
Meanwhile, Miss Clancy is sucking on my dick. She holds my ass firmly to control the action. Now and then, she pulls back and retches, commenting: 'Disgusting men…' Then, she puts it back in and works it with determination.
Finally, Miss Clancy announces it's time to swap:
'Our little Miss Pulver needs something else to finish, it seems.'
Miss Pulver lies down on the floor, and Miss Clancy instructs me to lie on top of the little teacher.
Miss Pulver, the romantic. A nice conventional shag, this is what she wants in the end: me on top, to hold me gently between her thighs.
I put my dick inside her pussy. I can tell she's wet, but her pussy is small and is a little tight for my dick.
'Ow!' she moans. 'Slowly.'
I fuck her gently. She moans with her mouth closed, her lips drawn in.
Miss Clancy stares at us for a moment, shaking her head. Then, she drops her panties without removing her skirt and climbs on top of Miss Pulver's face and sits on it.
'Please be thorough, Miss Pulver,' she says.
I watch the secretary move back and forth on Miss Pulver's face.
'Don't forget the anus. I particularly like that part,' the Valkyrie says.
She doesn't look at me once. She just stares at my dick going in and out of Miss Pulver's little pussy.
'Is she wet?' she asks me.
'Yes,' I say, panting a little.
Miss Clancy stretches a hand to the teacher's pussy to feel it. She briefly sizes my dick, and she explores my balls.
'You're giving her a bit of a workout, I think…' she says, then forgets about me and focuses on her pleasure. She closes her eyes and moans, as the teacher's tongue reaches all the recesses and explores all her secret places:
'Mmhh… That's it… She knows what I like…'
I need to increase my pace, as I'm getting closer to my conclusion, so I hold the teacher's chubby thighs.
I can hear her moaning underneath Miss Clancy's skirt, and I feel her tightening.
The Valvyrie is panting and swinging her hips rhythmically:
'Yeah… Yeah… Yeah… Inside. Stick it inside! Like that. Now suck… I'm co… oh… ooooohhhh… ming!' she cries out.
I'm about to come too.
Miss Clancy notices I'm about to slide out to squirt my semen outside of the teacher's vagina. She scrunches her face and dares to look at me in the eye:
'Finish. Inside. We'll deal with it.'
'But…'
'On you go.'
She stands up, and I see Miss Pulver's face. Her make up is all smeared, and her lips and cheeks are all wet of saliva and Miss Clancy's juices.
The young teacher puts her hands around my neck and pulls me towards her.
I feel her big, fluffy breasts pushing against my chest. I can smell the Miss Clancy's orgasm in her breath.
I stare into Miss Pulver's honey-like irises. They have an expression of surprise and of pleasure.
'Come inside me,' she says with a smile.
Miss Clancy is observing us in silence.
My head is spinning, and I can't resist the urge to come.
'Argh!' I groan, and I keep pumping her, as I ejaculate again.
The teacher holds me close. I keep fucking her, and her vagina tightens more. She raises her calves and wraps them around my back, so that she opens up even more.
'Go!'
I move faster.
'Ah… Ah… Ah…' she says timidly.
I give one big push, and she yelps.
'Aaaah!'
I extract my dick and look with some satisfaction at the matted hair sticking to her pussy.
'Now, get dressed,' the Valkyrie orders me, as I get up.
Miss Pulver remains lying down on the ground, breathing deeply and staring at us.
I give one last look at these two, not too sure about what just happened.
Miss Clancy is kneeling next to Miss Pulver and is whispering:
'Did the man fuck you good? Was he very hard? Did you come on his big dick?'
Miss Pulver was rubbing her pussy and was whispering back:
'Yes, yes, yes…'
Of course, I get to work late.
'Please come in,' my boss says when he sees me.
'Can I put my things on my desk?' I ask.
He just stares at me. I won't need my desk after today, it seems.
We walk into his office. He sits down and, with some difficulty faces me, as if my sight makes him physically sick.
'Late again?'
'My daughter…'
'Yes, yes. There's aways a daughter. Or a doctor's appointment. Do you know how many times you went to the doctor this year?'
I shake my head.
'Well, I do,' he says, 'and, either you're a terminal patient, or you're taking the piss.'
I want to say something, but my boss raises a hand to indicate it's not my turn to speak.
'I gave you a verbal warning already. I could give you a written one and start the procedure to get you out. But it would be painful for the both of us. I don't think you're happy here. I know I'm not happy with how you conduct yourself around the office. I'll give you a couple of weeks severance pay, and you leave today without a discussion. Deal?'
'Look… I would appreciate the opportunity…' I begin to say.
'If you want to make this difficult, I can play this game too. For example, if I were to ask you to name the doctors you've been seeing so regularly, and if I were to contact them, would they confirm your appointments?'
I hesitate to answer.
This is all he needs to say:
'See? Please accept the payout package and go. Please don't make me become the bad guy.'
I guess he sees himself as a good guy. He goes home every evening and kisses his wife and pretends he is a nice guy. He gives people jobs. He keeps them employed. He feeds their families for them.
I even have to concede that he may even be right. But why do I hate him so much then? Why can't I stand to see him behind his desk, this little man? Do I really see myself as superior to him?
'So?' he asks me.
'Fine,' I say. 'You understand I have gone through a divorce, I have a daughter, and I need the money…'
He sighs.
'You should have thought about your daughter when you decided not to show up for work on time,' he says.
He's right, but I don't want to hear it. It can't be my fault!
'Fuck you,' I hiss.
'And fuck you too,' he replies wearily. 'Now, the payout…'
'Fine. Fine fine fine.'
I sound like a stupid schoolboy who's been caught doing something wrong but, even though he can't deny his guilt, still wants the last word.
Then, I sign a document, which I pretend to read, but I just stare past; I collect my things, including a little drawing that Chloe made of the two of us, and I walk out, not sure of what I will do next.