Note: This is fiction, intended to entertain readers. It has explicit lesbian sexual behavior. There's also domination and submission in this story. If you can't legally view this, please don't! Any resemblance between the characters and any person is coincidental.
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Friday was pretty uneventful during working hours. I met with my two conspirators at my place. We had dinner together and afterward, we discussed our plan for a night of entertainment.
I hopped into my car and drove toward Antonia's Bridal and Formal. My mind was fully occupied. My easily-embarrassed subordinate would be able to enjoy this evening's activities, even if she had initial qualms. (In truth, that was "when" she would have qualms. My assessment of her character would get a big test tonight!)
Surprise would make everything much more fun, so I had to make sure I didn't give away anything. She wasn't expecting to see me until tomorrow. Picking her up tonight would raise her suspicion. Margot Swimming-Otter and Lindsey Castaneda were probably getting finished with a long, relaxing bath at my place right about now. Or maybe they were getting things ready in the playroom.
I made myself quit thinking about that type of thing and concentrate on acting normal.
Parking was hard to come by, as it always is in the city. I gave up on it and settled along the loading zone of a business across the street, hoping that it would only take Aurora a few minutes to leave her workplace and that nobody would hassle me in the meantime.
Luck was with me. Just a couple of minutes after 2100, Aurora left Antonia's Bridal and Formal. She began walking toward the bus stop right away, just as I'd expected. I moved fast, swinging around the car as quickly as I safely could. The lovely brunette noticed my car instantly. She jumped into the passenger seat before I could say a word.
She fidgeted around for only a few seconds before she broke the charged silence. "Mistress, may a slave kiss your cheek?"
"No, you may not," I said glibly. Actually, I was surprised at her question. Aurora was a clever woman; what was her reason for coming on strong so soon? "However, I am glad to be going home with my sweet slave again," I said. I laid my hand on her thigh to emphasize my words.
I kept her occupied with trifling questions about her week-at work and during her free time-until we got to my house. I opened the door and said, "I laid an outfit on your bed. Put it on and meet me at the door to the rec room; and don't take your time."
She practically ran to her room.
For my part, I went to the foot of the steps. Margot and Lindsey emerged from the kitchen, where they had been having tea and listening for our arrival. As agreed, they quietly took their places next to me and waited for Aurora to return.
They looked very ready for the fun to start. Lindsey was dressed in a dark grey pantsuit, looking very much the college professor. (She wasn't a professor, but that was her role this evening. Her wire-rimmed glasses, minimal makeup, and pinned-up dark brown hair really completed the look.) Margot was wearing a white dress shirt and a knee-length tan skirt with a turquoise-studded belt. Her long black hair was braided and held in place with a sterling silver clasp shaped like an eagle. She had told me earlier that this was how she had usually dressed when she taught her economics courses. She looked quite ordinary...yet there was something about how she stood, how her dark eyes looked when she turned her attention my way, how she spoke. She had a subtle attractive quality; confidence and honesty radiated from her.
We heard the door, then the sound of Aurora's white 4-cm-heeled shoes. I knew that she would notice the three of us an instant after she appeared, so I focused my attention on her face.
There: she recognized her beloved former teacher! Her eyelids flew wide open and her jaw dropped. She stood for a moment, until her mind believed her eyes.
She looked at me.
I met her gaze with a wink of my own. Then I let myself appraise her appearance. (I was sure my fellow conspirators were already doing the same.)
My lover's legs looked wonderful in the skirt I'd chosen: it was a pleated and starched blue-green-and-yellow plaid micro-skirt only about 15 cm long. We couldn't see the sight yet, but her wonderfully perky cheeks had to be peeking from under the hem with every step she took. I'd picked a long-sleeved translucent white blouse with little pale blue buttons for her upper body. The blouse was designed to be tied shut just below her breasts-there were no buttonholes. Her abdomen looked delicious and so did her chest. Around her neck was a wide blue collar made of soft leather.
She shook off her disbelief. She took a half-step forward, then remembered what she was wearing. Her left hand flew to the hem of the skirt between her thighs. Her face blossomed with a wonderful scarlet blush.
She hesitated. But I had told her to go to the playroom and she wasn't about to disobey. With as much dignity as she could salvage, she slowly and awkwardly descended the flight of stairs. The sides and back of her skirt bounced with every motion, but she kept covered by holding the front with her hand. She didn't meet any of our eyes.
"It's been a while," said Margot casually. "How have you been, Aurora?"
Her mouth quivered. "Fine, Ms. Swimming-Otter," she said in as steady a voice as she could manage. "How has Ms. Swimming-Otter been?"
I had told the two women about the way Aurora would speak and act in my presence. Margot did an excellent job of pretending to be puzzled. "Um...I've been fine, too," she said. "You know, you're not my student anymore; you can call me Margot if you'd like."
There was a brief but very uncomfortable (for Aurora) silence.
"This is Dr. Castaneda," I said, putting my hand on Lindsey's shoulder. "She taught me economics in university. Lindsey, this is Aurora."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," said Lindsey, holding out a friendly hand.
"Likewise, a pleasure," murmured Aurora, doing her best to keep from having to say people's names and especially the demeaning quasi-title I'd given her. She lightly shook hands with this woman she'd never met.
"I remember you as less reserved when you were in my class," said Margot. "But people do change, of course."
I broke in smoothly but quickly. "We thought we'd have a competition," I said. "Student versus student, to see which teacher should have bragging rights. So let's go to the rec room and get started. What do you say?"
Lindsey and Margot said yes. Aurora gave a meek nod of her head.
I wasn't looking at her, but the gorgeous brunette must have been surprised when she saw the interior. Gone were the usual toys and costume racks. (They were only concealed, of course.) I had white boards, a narrow table, and chairs set up at the far end, near the refrigerator.
This was no ordinary set-up. The white boards were wide and squat-"Perfect for writing equations and definitions," said Margot-and curiously hung against the wall from the ceiling so that the bottom edges of the boards were 160 cm off the floor. Aurora gave no thought to the strange suspension system yet; she was more worried about what arrangement I had with my two friends and what the stakes of the game would be.
"Ms. Swimming-Otter and I will alternate asking questions. If the two of you are willing, you will write the answers on the boards. The first one to write a good, complete answer gets that point. Just for fun and bragging rights, okay?"
"Sounds good, Lindsey," I said.
"Yes, Dr. Castaneda," Aurora said a second later. She put her hand behind her to hold the back of her skirt and shuffled next to me. She picked up her marker. She had certainly noticed by this time that I was wearing platform shoes, so that I was as tall as she was. She didn't understand why that mattered...not yet.
"Why is economics the dismal science?" asked Lindsey.
