(Disclaimer: All characters displayed are above the age of 18. Kinks include tickling, Non-Con/reluctance, foot fetish, tutor on student)
Riley and Charlie had an extra credit course together. They were the only two in it though, and they hated it. Their tutor, Amori, had with her most of their reasons for feeling so. She was strict, taking pride in the authority she held over the two. The boys felt that she didn't like them, not that she'd show it if she did. Neither Charlie or Riley had even seen her smile before. At least not genuinely, kindly. Bitter smirk, sure; never kindly. What they hated more was that she expected them to call her Ms. Sterling like she was an actual teacher or something. Amori was smart, sure, and older than either the boys, maybe a little more mature too, but the weird formalities and attitude made her seem more dominatrix than tutor at times.
The absolute worst was when she'd get personal. Riley and Charlie weren't the hardest looking guys. More alternative and feminine leaning. Long-ish hair, piercings and such. During their lessons with "Ms. Sterling" she'd really dig into them for that. "Girls," she'd say, that or boy-toys, sluts, always degrading stuff, "you two look so stupid. Hardly even guys. Bet you make out instead of ever studying." They were just friends, and, despite what Amori may have thought, both liked women. The two believed she got a kick out of humiliating them, soothing some sadist itch she had. Nevertheless, both boys were at wits end.
As Riley knocked on the door to their session room Amori called out for them to come in. He could see her sitting at her desk carelessly, her eyes piercing back through the door's glass panel. He opened it, and he and Charlie walked in.
Amori had on a white button-up blouse that tucked neatly into a gray skirt. The skirt hugged her hips and thighs tightly, highlighting nicely her form. A matching blazer hung already from the back of her chair too. Her feet were resting atop her desk, one crossed over the other, black heels loosely dangling from nylon-clad toes. "Ms. Sterling dressed up for us," Charlie snarked in a whisper to his friend. Despite how either boy felt about her personally though, they did find Amori attractive. She's a little chubby, and holds the weight well. "Curvy," most would probably call her. If she wasn't so mean Riley thought he'd have a crush on her. The way she dressed and carried herself worked well. Her dark hair kept all tidy and shoulder length helped too, as did her stabbing glares to some extent. Amori always glared at the boys, never just looked. She's a woman. Scary and mean, but definitely a woman. Charlie thought her glasses were hot.
Today everything was as true as ever. As Riley and Charlie entered they filled the session space. The room was small, however, since there was only ever the three of them. Amori's books lined the shelf, flashy paper weights and an eccentric cup of pens and feather quills decorated her desk. It was more Amori's personal office than anything. She was still staring the whole time the boys filed in. Noticing so, Riley could feel his pulse running up his nape. There was something in the way she presented herself, her nylon covered feet up and relaxed, peeking from her heels. A malicious grin played along her face too. She didn't feel like playing nice.
Amori spoke as the boys sat down adjacent to her, her voice a bullying critique. "You two decided to show up again? Why? It's not like either of you are going to pass. All looks, no brains. None at all! I swear I shouldn't even bother."
Charlie pitched in argumentatively. "It's not like you've bothered teaching us yet. I don't get anything done being yelled at all the time."
"You can't get anything done anyway," she said. "Neither of you can. I might as well fail you girls right now, better than trying to teach you anything."
In a moment the room fell dead, the three of them darting looks in a standoff. "What?" Riley said.
"You know I get to assign your final marks, right? It's my choice if you pass. Do you need to pass, huh? I bet you two do."
Old embers were smoldering in the boys' eyes after hearing this, warming their cheeks in aching frustration. Amori was right, they both really needed to pass this course. Riley probably would've dropped it by now if I didn't, and he knew Charlie wanted to. Riley could tell his friend looked pissed. Fair enough, too.
"Well," Amori continued, "you ladies better start doing whatever I say. Anything I want, absolutely anything, you got that?"
Riley looked at Charlie, then back at Amori. "Hmm?" she pressed with a glance.
"Yes, Ms. Sterling." The words slipped from Riley's lips. "Good! At least one of you is learning," Amori replied, meeting him with a faux smile. Charlie's eyes flicked to him too. "Dude," he said, voice ticked in lame annoyance.
Amori perked gleefully, jumpstarting her rant once more. "You two still need some training, especially you, Charlie. Tell you what, if you want to pass so badly, you're both going to follow my instructions, ready?"
Nor Riley or Charlie even replied before Amori adjusted herself slightly. They watched in awe as one of her heels met the back of the other, pushing it from its dainty hold of her foot. Then her feet swapped positions, and soon both heels lay on the desk. Amori scrunched her feet, letting them sway in the open air. Flush filled Riley's cheeks as he stared at her nyloned arches. Amori too seemed to find pleasure in presenting herself to them both, playing happily with the locked eyes against her soles. "Mmmmmm," she sang, "do you boys like my soles? What about my nylons?" As she said that her feet seemed to drift apart, then her legs too. From where the boys sat, Amori's stockings now traced up her legs and into her skirt, framing the red underwear newly visible between her plump thighs. Amori didn't seem to care at all. Instead, each foot came to sit divided at her desk's edge, one in front of Riley, and one Charlie. "Lick my feet," Amori demanded.
Both boys froze for a bit, looking between each other before acting on anything. Amori then pushed further, scrunching her feet once more as she spoke. "Go on, girls. Don't get shy now. You want to pass, don't you?"
Charlie rose with a sigh. "I do," he said, holding up her foot and taking it into a lock under his arm. Amori smiled and looked to Riley with triumph. "Both of you," she said. Riley did the same, holding Amori's foot up near his face.
"Ready?" Charlie asked, turning his head back. "Waiting on you," she said. Instead of licking, however, he rose his hand to her foot and brushed the black fabric with his palm. Amori tensed slightly as air jumped from her throat in a yelp. Both boys looked to her in query.
"Watch it!," Amori said, her cheeks blushed with slight redness. Riley, pausing for a second, asked "What was that?"
"Nothing," the tutor said quick, "I'm just a little sensitive. Hurry up and lick already."
"Ticklish?" Charlie asked coyly. Amori shook her head, ever insistent to move the subject away. The boys, however, were keen to keep pushing. As she tried finally to pull away, Amori felt the hold on her ankles tighten, the grip now firm and unyielding. A hard swallow fell as she spoke. "Hey now, what do you ladies think you're doing? I thought you wanted to pass."
"We do." A devious smile grew between them. Riley was first to test, moving up his spare hand and running a digit down the length of his tutor's sole. Then Charlie did the same. Amori's lips shuddered hard to a yelp as she felt fingers drag the textured nylon against her supple feet. The boys were becoming ever amused with the dominant woman's reactions. "Not ticklish?" they teased, chilling Amori's wavering confidence. She spoke more cautiously now. "O-okay girls," her sentence fumbled, "I get it, I get it. You can stop now. This is getting out of hand."
"Out of hand?" Charlie said, "I thought you wanted us to touch your feet." At the same time, Riley had begun scribbling softly across the arch of Amori's foot, sending her into subtle giggles. "N-not lihihike t-thihis," she cried. Charlie shrugged and began tickling her other foot.
