DAY 9 - THURSDAY
Emma had a field hockey game to play. She had almost been benched for missing the last two practices but Miss Burton intervened. Emma was one of the best players on the team so the coach was glad to find an excuse to reinstate her.
Even before they became a couple, Holly went to the games to support her best friend. Normally, she enjoyed them but today she was restless. She wanted to have sex. She thought about masturbating under the stands and stood up to leave.
Holly thought about how Emma would feel and sat down again. 'Don't be such a dope' her pussy jewelry reminded her. A soda and a hot dog would have to do until the game was over. Then she would bang Emma's brains out. In the locker room or on the field? Holly smiled imagining the possibilities.
Jack was out running errands for his social club. There was a dinner tomorrow night for the group and Jack was helping to organize things. He was also planning to stop by the porn store and get some toys to surprise the three women he was living with.
Miss Burton was at loose ends. She never went to the games. Her old master had demanded she come home right after work. He had wanted her lick his girlfriend while he masturbated and blew his load on her back. She realized her old master had never had sex with his girlfriend - just watched while other people had sex with her.
Miss Burton went for a drive. She drove around with no destination in mind, enjoying the sunny day and playing her favorite music.
Suddenly she realized she was at a familiar place, a strip club. In college, one of her masters made her work there and Miss Burton had made a few friends. She had never been allowed many friends in college.
Miss Burton pulled in the parking lot and went inside. The bouncer at the door recognized her and waved. The teacher watched the floor show for a minute and made her way to the dressing room. On a Thursday afternoon, business was slow and only two strippers were working. She didn't know either one.
On her way out, the bouncer stopped her. His name was Rick. "Good to see you again. I'm getting off in a few minutes. Want to join me for a late lunch?"
"Sure. I'll wait for you outside." Rick appeared in about five minutes. He offered to drive her to a nearby diner but Miss Burton wisely refused. Knowing him and trusting him were two different things.
Most of her life had been spent with people she couldn't really trust. Her first boyfriend and master had sold her for drugs. Other masters sold or traded her for various reasons. All of them considered her a thing.
Her new masters, two high school girls and an uncle, treated her like a person. They respected her and her feelings. She could trust her new masters.
During lunch, Rick kept dropping fairly obvious hints about having sex with her. She didn't want to do that. It reminded her too much of the days when her masters forced her to fuck for own their pleasure and entertainment without any concern about her wishes.
Rick kept finding excuses to touch her. Holding her hand, rubbing her arm, massaging her shoulders. She was getting a bad feeling about this. She lied and told the bouncer she had to leave to meet Jack, her boyfriend. The bouncer didn't seem to care.
They finished lunch and headed to the parking lot, about to go their separate ways.
"Let's go somewhere and fuck," Rick demanded. Miss Burton declined. Rick got aggressive. He grabbed her breast and reached under her skirt to grope her ass.
"You'll lose your job at the club" she warned.
"I already did. They said I was inappropriate with the staff. Like you could be inappropriate with those sluts. You were the best piece of ass at that place. Now you can be my piece of ass."
He held her arm in a tight grip and was pulling her toward his car. She was struggling but couldn't break free. She knew she was about to be raped.
"Hi, remember me? From the other day." Miss Burton turned. It was the lifeguard from the water park. The one she had fucked so his girlfriend could watch over Facetime.
"Yes. How nice to see you again." The teacher jerked her arm and Rick let go but didn't leave.
The two men eyed each other. The lifeguard was young, tall, and fit. Rick was older, shorter, and working on a beer belly. Rick glared, the lifeguard had a half smile on his face. They both knew how a fight would end.
"Bitch." Rick stomped off to his car.
The lifeguard asked, "Are you okay?"
"Now I am. That was someone I used to know. He was being rather insistent on me going with him. You came along just in time."
Miss Burton took the lifeguard's arm. "How is your girlfriend?"
"She's with me today. Let me introduce you." Miss Burton went with the lifeguard and glanced over her shoulder. Rick's car was gone. She made a mental note to keep her past in the past. No more visiting old haunts. She had new masters and a new life.
"This is my girlfriend, Becky. I"m Charlie. We never did get properly introduced." Becky wasn't wearing the tattered sweatsuit from before. She was in a pretty dress that hid her weight and wore makeup and jewelry. Clearly, this was a special occasion.
"So nice to meet you. I'm Miss Burton. Don't let me interrupt your plans."
Becky said "No, you come join us. The other day was such a thrill for me. We're celebrating my new job. I'm going to manage the trailer park where we live."
Inside, they ordered and Becky explained about the other day. "I'm not the best looking woman around but I have fantasies and desires like everyone else. Just never thought they'd become real. Then I met this wonderful man. He loves me and tries to make those fantasies come true."
Miss Burton asked "What kind of fantasies?"
"Oh honey, I really like the group sex stuff. Him with other women. Me with other men. Gang bangs. Threesomes. When you did him the other day, that was the first fantasy of mine that actually came true."
Charlie the lifeguard said, "When I got home, we had sex for like three hours, she was so excited."
Miss Burton smiled inside. She knew how she was going to spend the rest of the afternoon. She caressed Becky's hand.
"My Master Honey could help you with that. He belongs to a special kind of club. I'll give you his number."
Becky looked puzzled. "What's a Master Honey?"
The teacher smiled. "I'm a submissive, dear. He's one of my masters along with the two girls you saw. He's the one that fucked his niece. His name is really Jack but I call him Master Honey."
Charlie was concerned. "Don't you have to ask permission or something?"
Miss Burton continued. "No, my masters let me run free sometimes. Like right now. I can do whatever I want." She took her shoe off and rubbed Becky's calf under the table.