The lady driver of the school bus had no qualms in allowing both Penny and Cindy onto her bus; the two mature woman had been most persuasive and generous, in asking her to simply allow them board, then have her close the door and drive off, only to let them alight again just 50 yards down the road. Penny and Cindy highlighted their ascendence to the bus amid the plethora of pretty girls, by slapping their hands to each others in juvenile fashion as Penny stepped up, then accidentally dropping the books from under her arm, necessitating her bending to pick them up 'innocently' showing her white panties below the high gingham skirt, her pigtails waving as she retrieved her schoolwork.
Lauren and Marlene smiled with satisfaction at the girls' antics, they'd enjoyed dressing up as schoolgirls, and Cindy delighted in the promise of being that way for Fenton later, when her submissive tendencies would be tempered by Penny's tart authority with the cane; both they and the male, treated to both sides of the pleasures of sado-masochism. They looked good enough to eat, and Hortense Montgomery thought so too as she and Clara Adams viewed their copy, as did a certain buxom black housemaid and a spitefully sadistic teenager as they coaxed Larry Emerson's cock to their viewing of it.
There was good money to be earned from recruits who lent themselves to Lauren and Marlene's agency through misdemeanors which would see them held to service, and now with several broken and trained to submission, the women were ready to make those services pay dividends, as those males were farmed out to wealthy dominant housewives in need of titillation via their covert and discreet operation.
Clark Stevens was not so enamoured with the copy he received; he went white on seeing the pictures of himself with the girl in the quarry, which was ended with the shot of her school panties on the bus. He felt suicidal at first, teetering on the brink of ruin, but the note with the film gave him a little hope, and even the awakening of curious erection, on seeing its demand that he meet with a woman at a street corner, who'd take control of his next move.
Clara Adams watched Stevens' furtive and nervous movements from a coffee shop across the street, making sure the new recruit hadn't been foolish enough to contact the authorities regarding his blackmail; it was hardly likely under the circumstances, but having seen him squirm aimlessly for a few minutes, and no other person remaining within the vicinity for long, his body language told her he was alone. She gave the waitress a curt smile as she left her money on the table, then strutted out with dominant elegance across the Street. Clark's hairs on the back of his neck stood up, on hearing the voice behind him.
"Hello Stevens... you'll follow me, and you'll ask no questions... that's the first thing you'll be taught." He gaped immediately, wanting to ask a thousand questions, and she took great pleasure in knowing it, and hearing nothing, as she strutted past him and he followed like a lost dog. Just her curt smile and shapely maturity had his cock swell, and the sweet scent of her perfume combined with the graceful movement of her generous ass and long legs perched on stilettos, had it rise all the more, as he kept pace with her brisk strutting. Clara couldn't resist enjoying her appointment to the full, and it was only to get more satisfying as she reached her car, parked along the street, and put the key to the door.
"You've been a very bad boy Stevens, and you know you deserve punishment... and how you'll learn to enjoy it." She opened the door for him, and he got in, as meekly as a lamb, his cock now erect. Clara goaded him as she slipped her elegant legs behind the wheel, and sneered at the tent in his pants.
"I see it's not just young girls that turn you on... that's a good thing under the circumstances." Stevens was now beginning to sweat a little, his mind in a confused quandary of fear and sexual arousal. As the car drove out to suburbia Clara's red lips pursed as she allowed him to use his voice... in suitable humiliation.
"Is it just young girls that consume your sex drive... or do you like to masturbate over anything else?" He watched her gloved hands squeeze at the wheel, with the pleasure of delivering the blunt remark, and he struggled to find his voice.
"Yes... I... I mean no..." Clara sneered triumphantly, her cunt tingling at the thought of seeing him learn to enjoy the strict obedience he was now doomed to.
"Oh come come Clark, I know you're divorced, and with your daughter now away at college, you've plenty of time for masturbation... do the Betty Page types do it for you too... especially the whip poses?" He struggled to come to terms with a mature woman asking him such directly intimate questions, but the whole situation was so surreal, and he wanted to wank there and then at his own shame. His thoughts went to those darker pleasures of women in leather, and he thought how good Clara would look with a whip.
"Yes... Yes... she does... I..I mean they do." Clara laughed cynically at his blurted response as the car entered a more well to do district, the grand houses leering their wealth status at them as they passed.