ZIP UNZIPS
Episode One in The Zip Files - the Saga of a Lesser Supervillain
Recap:
Zack Zip Zilch, the biggest loser in wealthy San Cajetan High School, has just discovered he has the power to control women's clothing with his mind. He used this power to strip one of his classmates, Erica Blake, and take pictures of her in her underwear - and then immediately got caught. Now, Zip has been held after class by his teacher, the buxom former model Mrs. Denise Sablier who, having confiscated the phone with the offending picture, has informed Zip that they will have a very long discussion about his future, until she is entirely satisfied.
No characters depicted in this work are under the age of eighteen.
CHAPTER THREE - ZIP UNZIPS HIS TEACHER
As Zip came forward Mrs Sablier stood sternly up at the front, towering upon her sculpted shapely legs.
"Sit here," the teacher said. She pointed at the center desk in the front row. "We're going to have a talk."
"Yes, Mrs. Sablier," he said.
As he sank into the chair, he studied her intently. She still looked absolutely stunning in her short black skirt and white silk blouse. Her skirt went no more than a few inches down her thighs. Down below, at the other end of what seemed like miles of sleek and athletic bare leg, she wore a pair of black high heeled pumps. Higher up, her gargantuan breasts bulged against the confines of her blouse - though he could see the traces of two vast bra-cups through the straining silk. She seemed dressed to impress and once more he found himself wondering why. If not an administrative observation, then perhaps a disciplinary hearing with some rich daddy, over the punishment of his son, whom she wanted to wrap around her finger?
Meanwhile, up top, she had her dark hair in a tight bun, and spectacles on her face, through which her lovely eyes glared at him... none of which did anything to reduce her aesthetic.
Then his eyes darted briefly off of her, and over to her desk. While he had mostly been fixated on his classmates, he had made sure to keep track of his phone. He had seen her briefly plug it into her own laptop. It had stayed there for about ten minutes. Then she had slipped it into the pocket of her blazer, which hung on the back of her chair. It was still there, as far as he knew.
As he took this in, Mrs. Sablier had been fiddling a bit with the interface panel beside her board. Then, she apparently finished - and suddenly began strutting along it. His eyes swung over and watched, mesmerized, as her buxom hips marched straight past him. She walked over to the door, locked it and then pulled down the shutters. Then she walked back to the edge of her glowing board and faced him.
"Zachary Zilch," she growled down at him. "I have had some horrible boys in my classroom before. Boys in need of having their arrogance squashed, and their perverse instincts broken. But you are, without question, the most filthy little slithering snake I have ever had put under my charge. And this time you have outdone even my low expectations, and I am going to have to take care of you... personally."
Zip had watched just enough student-teacher pornos that, between locking the door and the direction her monologue was trending, he started to hope her next move might be to start unbuttoning her shirt. But instead, a furious fire still in her eyes, she reached up and tapped the board. The screen instantly shifted to show the picture of Erica he had taken, hanging halfway out of her clothes in her underwear.
'Oh... course she doesn't want anyone else coming in and seeing that...' he thought. His heart sank, along with his horny hopes.
Whipping out her pointer, Mrs. Sablier brandished it towards the image of Erica, bra-clad breasts hanging out of her shirt and panties peeking out of her open fly, that was displayed nearly life size upon the screen. His phone, though older, took good pictures - it had been the one thing he had selected for when choosing among his meager options, precisely in the hopes of putting it to purposes like this one - and every last detail was almost as sharp as it had been in real life.
"Do you think this is acceptable?" Mrs. Sablier growled.
"I uh, I guess not..." Zip mumbled.
"This," Mrs. Sablier said, brandishing her pointer towards Erica's breasts, then her navel, "is pornography." Coming over to stand over him at his desk, she slapped her palm a couple times with her pointer, and glared. "This school has a zero-tolerance policy on pornography," she informed him. "Making or distributing it on school grounds means immediate, and automatic, expulsion."
"Uh... what?" he said. "It was just one photo."
"Like I said, zero tolerance," she said primly. "However, don't you worry, I am not going to report this and have you expelled. Not on your behalf!" she added sharply, wagging a finger at him, when she saw a look of relief momentarily appear on his face. "You are despicable slime. But for this poor girl."
Turning her head she looked at Erica's photo and shook her head. "I know she didn't know what she was getting into. She probably just thought she was teasing you, or pitied you... but she posed none-the-less. And that means if I were to expose you, she would risk being punished too."
"Uh..." Zip said. It only dawned on him, belatedly, that since she did not know how he had opened up Erica's clothes, her natural assumption would be that Erica had done it herself. But he did not have time to dwell on this as his buxom teacher continued speaking.
"No. Instead, you and I are going to stay in here," she said, "until you and I agree on your restitution."
"Restitution?" Zip asked.
"Yes," she said. Turning and striding to the digital board, with a couple taps of her finger she cleared it of Erica's picture and brought up a white board instead. Then with another couple practiced taps she opened up a numbered list.
"First and foremost," she said, "you are going to record an apology. Not for this specific incident, mind you. Just in general for being a pervert and a creep. We will play this apology before the class, at least - possibly before the whole school if I can get the administration to agree."
"Wh-what?" Zack gasped.
"Wait to speak until I am finished!" she snapped, back over her shoulder. She glared over her shoulder, then turned back to her board.
"Second," Mrs. Sablier said, "you and I are going to work out a long written statement laying out your crimes. Again, not this one, just your crimes and inadequacies in general. You will then distribute individually signed copies to all of your classmates. There are several items that will be on it. First and foremost..." she said, starting a sub-item on the list, "you need to acknowledge that it is a privilege just for a boy like you to share a room with superior students like them... Then, after that..."
She started ticking off additional sub-items he would have to agree to. But Zip already wasn't listening.
"Fuck... that..." he thought, with regards to her demands. All things considered, he would much rather be expelled than hand his peers so much rich material they could taunt him with for the rest of his natural life. "If I'm going to be expelled," he thought, "I might as well get fucking expelled."
The natural path to do so, of course, was currently wiggling back and forth right in front of him, just about begging to be used. Mrs. Sablier's ass, which was nearly as curvy and spectacular as her tits, swayed and shimmied before him, straining the confines of her tight black skirt. Her zipper arced down it clear as day, so tempting it was impossible to resist. Not that he tried very hard.
Reaching out with his mind, Zip focused on Mrs. Sablier's zipper. Slowly, ever so slowly, he willed it downwards. Slowly, ever so slowly, it obeyed. He held his breath - he really didn't want this one to be felt too early. But he needn't have worried. Distracted counting out degrading terms he would have to agree to to avoid her wrath, Mrs. Sablier was as oblivious to her misbehaving skirt loosening and unzipping itself from around her curvy hips, as she was to her fairer students' indiscretions. As it opened up it exposed more and more of her maturely rounded yet taut and toned buns to his view - along with her underwear.
'Hot damn...' Zip thought... as before him, on his obliviously droning teacher, he beheld his third thong of the day. Mrs. Sablier's skimpy panties were bright purple, and made of what looked like satin, trimmed in tiny bits of lace. They swooped up her ass then spread out gloriously across the tops of her large yet extremely well-maintained bubble-butt.
Finally, her zipper reached the bottom of the skirt and came undone. Reaching out, Zack held a hand up, fingers curled to either side, and drew in a sharp breath. He had never tried to exert this level of control before - the closest he had come was brushing open Erica's unbuttoned blouse.
Mrs. Sablier's skirt jerked down slightly, billowing open - and then froze. It hovered, a half inch off her creamy rounded flesh.
Taking a deep breath, Zip moved his hands down in a flowing motion, like a potter shaping a pot on a spinning wheel. Obediently Mrs. Sablier's unzipped skirt flowed down her, gliding just above her legs; and then tumbling down between her calves, lay between her feet. Lifting up one hand, Zip made a 'come-hither' gesture - and gasped as her skirt shot out towards him across the floor, between her legs, and came to rest at his feet.
'Man...' he thought as he gaped at the sight in awe. Facing the board, Mrs. Sablier was wagging a finger as she droned on - oblivious to the awesome show she was providing.
For a moment he could only stare in disbelief. Her buxom hips swelled out naked, from under the leaves of her blouse. Her buns were enormous and yet tautly rounded - and obviously kept that way only by rigorous and exacting exercise. Mrs. Sablier may have left her modeling career behind her some time ago, but she was apparently determined not to let her figure go with it. From out of the bottom of her blouse a whale's tail arced, and then extended down the crevice of her butt. At the bottom, through her big hanging cheeks, he could see her purple-clad mound peeking back at him delicately.
'G-god damn...' Zip thought, staring. It was somehow even hotter than he had ever imagined her to be. Perhaps because as he gazed upon it, her panty-clad bottom was swaying back and forth obliviously - while her voice continued to drone on, in its usual strident tone, laying out strictures he long since stopped bothering to pay attention to.
