Paul returns home
Susan dropped Bernice and Jim at school. She watched them walk hand-in-hand through the school security gate, and couldn't help laughing. If she hadn't known Bernice was a twenty-four year old, married woman, it was possible to believe she was around nineteen years old. That Bernice was smitten with an eighteen year old boy, showed how acutely the woman had taken on the role.
Bernice was using the role as an escape from the awful realities of recent events. Thinking of herself as a naughty schoolgirl, was preferable to being a shockingly bad woman. She was trapped in the role, and falling into it more deeply each day. Being with fellow students had her regressing to such an extent, she not only spoke, and acted like one of them, she was even thinking like an irresponsible adolescent.
Susan found it amusing manipulating the woman while she was so emotionally unstable. She pushed Bernice and the boy together, until the inevitable happened. They had sex like young teenagers. It proved the woman had a problem. It seemed she couldn't resist a man once excited. Even the young eighteen year old boyfriend had her worked up out of control.
Putting Bernice on the pill, as though she were an irresponsible youth, had pushed the woman into submitting to her completely. Thinking about the birth control pills reminded her that her friend had left a message. In case she wanted more money for supplying the pills, Susan avoided phoning back.
What Susan didn't know was that her friend was trying to warn her. The friend hadn't been able to get the birth control pills, so handed over a placebo instead. Bernice wasn't on the pill after all. Even Susan would have drawn the line at manipulating a married woman into becoming pregnant. It would be a disaster if Bernice became pregnant by a young boy of eighteen.
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Bernice was sitting in class, daydreaming about her boyfriend, Jim.
'Eh? Sorry Sir, like, what was the question? I guess forty-two. Sorry sir, I mean it is forty-two.' Bernice breathed a sigh of relief that she had calculated correctly.
Double Maths wasn't a great subject first thing in the morning. She glanced at the clock, willing it to gallop toward break time, when she could meet up with Jim.
He didn't realise she was a married woman, and thought of her as only slightly older than him. It was wrong for her to lead him on, though, in class it was easy to think of herself as a teen. With her whole life falling apart she needed his affection. What he wanted was sex, and as a woman she had the experience to provide it. The young guy wanted sex every time they were together, and she needed him to cool his ardour.
It was nice that he was so much in love with her, but she couldn't cope with his youthful enthusiasm. They needed to slow down. She felt as though he, and everyone else, was rushing her into things without giving her time to think anything through.
The whole class was bored so they all looked up when the door opened, looking thankful for a distraction. Lara boldly marched in, and strode up to the teacher.
'I've come from the boss, he wants to see Bernice,' Lara told the teacher.
The offhand way she spoke to a teacher revealed her lack of respect. Picking and choosing which classes to attend, was normal for her. This maths class might even be one of hers, though she had never been seen attending. Not even the teacher knew for sure if she was one of his pupils or not.
He was about to berate her for interrupting his class, then thought better of it. Knowing her reputation, he wasn't sure what she might do if he crossed her. It was easier to play it safe, not wanting to find out where her power and arrogance stemmed from. Maybe she had something on the boss, as she called the principal.
'Well, yes, take her then. Go on girl,' he ill-naturedly told Bernice.
He sniffed, and pushed a pair of thick framed glasses up his nose. When he turned away from her, in dismissal, Lara grinned at his back for all the class to see. She took a firm grip of Bernice's arm to march her out to the corridor.
'These are yours!' Lara accused.
Lara held up a pair of white panties, dangling them in Bernice's face.
Looking around frantically, Bernice was relieved to see the corridor was empty.
'Why did you give them to Greg?' Lara menacingly hissed. 'He takes them as a trophy from conquests.'
Lara rubbed the offensive garment in the girls face, then stuffed them in her mouth.
Bernice felt sick. The smell and taste of stale sex juices was bitter. A mixture of dried, crusty, and wet sticky cum, filled her mouth. The panties acted like an ineffective gag. Lara pulled the panties from her victims mouth, and put a hand to her throat.
'Tell me what happened, and make it quick!' Lara spat.
'They are mine, but not the dirty stuff,' Bernice choked.
'If not yours, who's?' Lara fiercely glared at her.
'It's Miss Benet!' Bernice yelped in fear.
'So you know the taste of her pussy do you? Been playing in her dirty little secret garden have you?' Lara growled, not believing her victim.
'We saw her, and him, together,' Bernice blurted out.
'Who's we, and where?' Lara asked, while pinching Bernice's cheeks together.
It was difficult to talk, though she managed to tell the bully what she and Jim had seen yesterday.
Lara let go of her face, and held onto an arm with a fierce grip. She stood still, except for a tapping foot, while deep in thought.
'Miss Benet?' she murmured.
Bernice kept quiet about their theory that Lara's boyfriend, Greg, might be running her as a prostitute. Today it sounded farfetched, and too outrageous an idea. Yesterday their imaginations had soared beyond the possible.
'Keep those in your hand. Come with me,' Lara ordered.
The classes were starting to file out for a break. However humiliating it was, Bernice dare not hide her panties, after Lara had ordered her to carry them. One or two students noticed, and they pointed at her panties dangling in one hand. There was muffled laughter, though far less because she was with Lara, who was obviously in a bad mood.
'Good morning, Miss Benet, how are you today?' Lara smiled.
The teacher was on her way to the teachers rest room, but she plonked her bottom back down on the hard seat on seeing Lara. A look of dread crossed her face, and was just as quickly hidden.
'What do you want Lara, I'm in a hurry,' the teacher stated.
Lara held Bernice's arm up, to dangle the panties in front of the teacher.
'Enjoyed yourself with Greg, did you?' Lara asked.
'Stop this right now! I'm a teacher, not one of your little friends that can be bullied,' Miss Benet crossly spoke.
She tried to get up, but her legs gave way. She began to perspire, even looking ill, with a pallid face.
'Bad teacher! Screwing around with a student. Wouldn't be nice for you if that got into the papers. Would it!' Lara leered at her.
The bully was recounting the tale, and embellishing it with her own knowledge of Greg and his dirty ways. It was terrible to see a teacher squirming, and ducking from the missiles thrown by Lara. Bernice felt sorry for her. She even wished she'd taken the blame. Maybe she could have told Lara that Greg forced her.
'You got off when he called you his whore slut, didn't you!' Lara meanly growled.
'Yes,' the teacher murmured miserably.
Her head was almost touching the desk, after wilting from the verbal blows.
'Louder Miss Benet. Save your soul and confess,' Lara teased.
'I did all those things. I enjoyed it the first time. Not anymore. He makes me do it. He won't let me go!' the teacher sobbed.
'He threatens to tell on you, if you don't do as he says,' Lara said.
'Yes,' the teacher sighed.
She was still tense, and Lara figured she was holding back. The stupid woman should have been relieved to share with someone, yet obviously not with Lara.
'What about the rest? Tell me all,' Lara prodded.
'He won't let me sleep with my husband,' she snuffled into a tissue. 'He's wondering why. He thinks I'm having an affair,' she said, and blew her nose.
'There's a reason for that, because you are, with Greg! Tell me. Tel me all, and I might be able to help you,' Lara firmly told her.
'I can't, it's too dreadful. I've been so wicked!' She started crying again.
Bernice wondered if she was telling the truth. Would she help the hopeless woman, or use her as she did everyone else. Lara knew Greg well enough, and heard the rumours that he ran prostitutes. Was this teacher involved? Surely not. Greg was using the woman, but what for.
'Now!' Lara loudly demanded.
'He makes me sleep with men. . . for money. In a house on the edge of town. I have to go there and meet. . . men, strangers,' she managed to say, then broke.
Her forehead bumped the desk with silent tears pooling on it. Her whole body seemed to crumple, like a discarded can. Bernice pulled some tissues from a box and tried to mop up the mess of running makeup.
'Leave her! Don't say anything to anyone. I'll sort the bastard out, you hear me?'
'Yes,' the teacher mumbled.
Lara pulled Bernice from the classroom and told her. 'Go on, get back to class, or whatever you're supposed to be doing.'
Jim was waiting by the lockers, wondering where she had been. She felt sorry for the teacher, and even more afraid of Lara than she had been. Bernice began to recounted what happened, but he stopped her.
'Break times nearly over,' he complained. The hurried outpouring was cut short.
'Wait, someone might overhear you. We need to go somewhere quiet,' he told her.
