Since Helene and Miranda discovered a secret network of video cameras in the school, they have been conspiring to get revenge on the teachers who had been sexually using and humiliating them for the past few weeks.
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Helene looked around grounds surrounding Alice House. The day was hot, and nobody else was around the girls' accommodation. She took a deep breath: it was time for some serious decisions.
The route to the door that led to the basement was difficult. Helene squeezed through the bushes, twigs catching her thick black stockings, pulling at her bag and snagging her grey school uniform dress. The door was ajar, and Helene waited for a moment for her eyes to grow used to the dark before climbing carefully down the rickety steps. In the far room, she could hear low voices, could see the flickering light of the computer screens.
Doctor Clarke, Mr Michaels and Miranda were sitting in front of the screens. Frozen on the screens in front of them was the unmistakable shape of Mr Kelly, the head of humanities. He was a strong, middle-aged man, with grizzled grey hair and a muscular jaw.
"We've been waiting," Miranda said.
"I had to get something," Helene said evasively, gesturing with her bag.
She spoke to Mr Michaels.
"Is it OK if I leave this here, sir?"
Michaels said "sure", absent-mindedly, and Helene put the tatty rucksack in a dusty cupboard.
Miranda lent forward and clicked the computer's mouse.
The screens flickered into life.
Kelly stood up as a woman's shape filled the screen. The two figures moved around, flirting.
Clarke commented: "pity there's no sound."
Michaels said: "I've got some better cameras now. They do sound."
Miranda said: "you've got them working then?"
Michaels grinned.
The figures were now having sex across the desk. Kelly's arse was pumping at full speed, fucking a plump middle-aged woman from behind. Her stockings were falling down her legs, a tight pinafore dress lifted up her back, completely covering her head.
The doctor shifted in his seat.
The couple changed position. Now the woman was kneeling in front of the man's erect cock.
Miranda said to Helene: "it's enormous, I can't believe he wants to put that up your arse!"
Helene made a face.
The man pulled the woman towards his cock, his fingers entwined in her pigtails. She opened her mouth, struggling to get the cock in her mouth. A few minutes of oral sex followed, finishing with the man ejaculating over the woman's waiting face. The audience watched as the woman rubbed it over her skin as if it were moisturiser.
Eventually the figures moved towards the edge of the picture, becoming indistinct.
Michaels sighed.
Clarke said: "you're right, you can't do anything with that."
Helene felt confused.
"Why? it's obviously them."
Michaels said: "the problem is, you can't tell it's them together at the same time."
He gestured.
"OK, that's Forsdyke about to get a mouthful of cum."
He looked at the screen.
"...and you tell me that's Kelly's cock, but - forgive me - I don't think your word would stand up in court."
Helene said impatiently: "but when he's doing that doggy thing, you can see his face."
Clarke said: "that's true, but as Mr Michaels points out, you never see their faces at the same time."
He looked at Michaels.
"And you didn't make this video, did you?"
The young man scratched his curly brown hair thoughtfully.
"True enough, it was one I found."
He looked at the girls.
"I'm sorry, I don't think there's anything we can do. This video might have been made up of bits. We don't know it wasn't, if you think about it."
Miranda said: "well, we need to get a better camera in there straight away. We need those voices."
She held out her hand.
"What do these cameras look like?"
Michaels fumbled in a box on his desk.
"Here's one, it's all ready. Plug in the cable and press that button and we're off. It's the same fitting, so it should slip in the mounts easily. You've seen how they fit."
"Get him up on screen."
Michaels understood immediately what she meant.
He hit a couple of buttons on the console. The monitors flickered, and Kelly's office came into view. The teacher was leaning across his desk. He was looking at a thick black file - the real rule book by which the school was run.
Kelly lent back in his chair, his eyes briefly turning in the direction of the door.
He undid the thick leather belt of his trousers, unbuttoned his flies and pulled his trousers down.
"Dirty bastard," Miranda said.
Kelly's cock was already erect. Even in the poor quality video, his secret audience could make out his long white penis.
Kelly lent down and picked up a long, flimsy black stocking. He rubbed the material between his fingers slowly, then stretched the black nylon, slowly bringing it down along the length of his cock.
He closed his eyes in pleasure, feeling the seamed black stocking gliding over his cock.
Helene wondered aloud: "does it really feel that nice?"
Clarke said: "yes," and chuckled to himself.
Michaels looked across.
"Where's Miranda gone?"
They looked at each other.
"She can't!" Helene exclaimed.
Clarke said: "she can..."
He looked at the screen again.
"Here we go," he sighed heavily, "she's a silly girl," he added affectionately.
On the video screen, Kelly had open the stocking top, and slid his cock inside the black nylon, the dark seam clear against his large pale cock.
Suddenly he jumped up, he penis flapping foolishly, dropping the stocking onto the floor.
Kelly struggled to push his cock into his trousers, hastily buckling his trousers and sitting heavily in the chair.
The light in the room changed momentarily: the slender shape of Miranda appeared on the screen. She sat down in the chair opposite Mr Kelly.
Clarke, Michaels and Helene carried on watching in silence.
Inside the office, Miranda sat opposite Mr Kelly. The smell of sex lingered in the office.
Kelly said: "what do you want, Thomas?"
Miranda said: "I was wondering about my geography project sir."
Kelly frowned: "you'll get it back next week, can't you wait?"
"I've got a pass for the weekend, sir, and I wanted to show it to someone."
Kelly shrugged.
"Reasonable enough. I suppose I ought to be grateful you want to show something off."
He stood up, and walked out the room.
Miranda stood up and turned towards the camera. At first she couldn't see the camera, but she soon realized she was looking too low.
Michaels muttered under his breath: "come on, come on...."
Clarke said shortly: "she's doing her best."
Up on the shelf, there was a box file with an odd looking spine. Miranda stretched up on her toes, pulled it from the shelf.
The box was full with documents, but at the bottom there was a discreet compartment. Miranda tugged both edges - it worked just like the ones in the basement.
Sick with nerves, she fumbled for a moment as she could hear Kelly searching in the next room, but the old camera popped out neatly.
Miranda struggled: the new camera wasn't quite the same fitting. Either she could get the cable plugged in, or she could fit the lens in its mount, but not both at the same time.
Her hands started to shake, and she dropped the cable. It rattled noisily against the wall.
Kelly called through: "nearly found it, you can stop that blasted noise!"
Now Miranda had the camera located safely, she suddenly realised that the cable would slip through a convenient hole.
She pushed the file back on its shelf and jumped back in her chair.
Kelly came in, holding a blue binder. He threw it on the desk.
"There you are."
Miranda didn't move. She spoke towards Kelly's desk, her head cast down.
"Well?"
"There's something else, sir," she mumbled.
Kelly sighed impatiently.
"I've always looked up to you," Miranda said.
"Go on."
"Thing is, I'm not seeing my parents at the weekend."
Kelly frowned: "so I went to get that for nothing? I had everything sorted out!"
Miranda continued.
"I'm going to see my boyfriend, sir, and his parents are away."
Kelly grinned knowingly: "big party is it?"
Miranda shook her head.
"It's just me and him, sir, and he's told me what we're going to do."
Kelly nodded in understanding.
"Don't you think you should wait until Monday before you go to confession? Father Hardy's heard it all before."
Miranda said impatiently: "that's not it sir. It's my first time and I'm scared."
Kelly looked disbelieving.
"You, Miranda Thomas? Your first time?"
Miranda nodded.
"It's true sir, I'm a virgin."
Kelly said: "I'm not an idiot, you know. You must know you have a certain reputation."
In the basement, Michaels was fiddling furiously with the controls.
Clarke said: "it's worse than before, Michaels."
Michaels waved his hand impatiently.
"It's a complicated network, it's thrown something off. Just hang on."
Miranda was beginning to think she had a talent for acting. Her eyes were pricking, as if she were about to cry.
She said: "I don't care what people say, I've never had sex with a man, I've never touched a man's penis - or even seen one, not in real life!"
Kelly said: "Thomas. Everyone - and I mean everyone - knows about you, and your recent exploits with that other trollop, Helene Ash."
