It was a fraught weekend for Holly as she relived her Saturday morning humiliation at the hands of Coach Price and his team over and over. The taste and smell of cum and piss seemed unmoveable from her mouth and nose, no matter how much mouthwash or toothpaste she used. And of course every time she passed a mirror and caught sight of her bald pate it brought home even more harshly how she had lost their bet. Ken Brook, whom she had taken the bet on to get revenge on Coach Price for, was ignoring her now that she had lost and all in all it had been a horrible weekend.
Monday morning was even tougher though. Facing up to her pupils and colleagues with her bald head was hard enough but seeing a few of the members of the senior team was hugely embarrassing, especially the way they looked at her now and then horror of horrors the old bastard himself, Mr. Joe Price came to gloat during lunch hour as she hid in her classroom. Holly groaned as he entered then closed the door behind him. Then leaned on it and chuckled as he stared at her.
"Well I must say Miss Will I do admire your fortitude. Not only did I not think you would go through with our bet when you lost but I did not imagine you'd have the guts to come in with that skinhead you're now sporting."
Holly hated him. Hated that he had got her (now it seemed former) friend to lose his job. Hated that he had fucked her like a bitch on Saturday morning before giving her over to his Senior team (actually she hadn't totally hated her time with them though!). Hated that he had then pissed on her and above all hated that he had then shorn her once long and beautiful blonde locks off. In short he had beaten her and she hated that.
He came over to her and creepily ran his hand over her skull.
"Hmm. Feels nice! I bet you'll pull all the bull dykes over the Summer holidays looking like that!"
"Fuck off asshole! What do you want anyway?"
"All right be like that loser. What I thought was that we should go and get our letters from Mrs Cotton now, seeing that neither of us has to hand in our resignations. How about now baldie?"
Holly gritted her teeth wanting to grab him by the nuts and twist them so hard but she instead just put her pen down and sighed her agreement. So they walked in an uncomfortable silence through the school to Mrs Cotton's classroom and took the letters back that she had agreed to hold onto for them (without knowing what they held). Mrs Cotton was visibly stunned by Holly's new appearance and after Price had grabbed his letter and headed off she called out to Holly and asked her to hold back.
Fern Cotton was a slim, attractive blonde with long straight blonde hair and a very quiet demeanour. She had been married but that had ended in divorce and at school, at least, kept very much to herself. She was a couple of years younger than Holly at 31 year of age but had always quite liked the bubbly blonde and had in fact always admired her hair, wishing her own was more like Holly's.
She showed concern and asked Holly what had happened, what had she changed her look so radically? The concern and caring in Fern's voice seemed to break a dam in Holly's resistance and she broke down in tears and regaled Mrs Cotton with the whole sordid tale, what she had done, why and especially the repercussions.
"The bastard! If I had known what was in that envelope I would have handed it in straight away. What an absolute shit going through with cutting off your hair, the fucker!"
Holly smiled weakly at Fern's anger. She wasn't judging her just anger at Joe Price.
"Tell you what girl, you need to have a good old drink, come on after work I'm taking you to the bar and you can get it all off your chest."
*
By nine thirty that night Mrs Cotton was straddling Holly's chest, both of them as naked as the day they were born. Fern had spent the afternoon dreaming about what Holly had done and was well on the way to being obsessed, while for Holly the interest Fern had shown in her was a real compliment and a fillip after a hard couple of days. Add to those feeling a liberal dose of man bashing conversation and alcohol and that was how the two teachers ended up in bed together. And boy did they not hold back.
They shared a taxi back to Fern's flat and could not keep their hands off each other in the back seat. There was just an attraction between them, they both needed someone at that point in their lives and both fancied the other. By the time they were in the front door of Fern's flat, Fern had pulled Holly's blouse open and pulled her bra down to expose her large breasts as and was fondling them and licking them while Holly had her fingers inside Fern's knickers and was fingering a soaking wet cunt.
They undressed each other as they stumbled along the corridor and onto Fern's bed, their mouths all over each other kissing passionately, licking eagerly and sucking frantically. Before long they were nude and in a sixty nine position, their tongues equally eager to eat out the soaking wet pussy before them. Their fingers finished the job, bringing both to crashing orgasms within seconds of each other, spraying their juices all across Fern's bed before they cuddled up together and drifted into a warm haze of sleep.
And things weren't awkward the next day, they were problematic as Holly eventually had to phone in sick as the logistics of her getting to school were too much, but then so did Fern and they spent the day together in the flat making love and finding out about each other and discovering they had so much in common. They only had a week or so before school broke up for the Summer holidays and during those seven weeks Holly and Fern became lovers and entered new phases of their lives. The only shadow on the horizon was Holly's humiliation at the hands of Price. She couldn't get over it. It didn't help that she was reminded of it each day with her head (she refused Fern's pleas that she try a wig). She hated to lose and burned with a sense of injustice all Summer so that in the end, despite some misgivings, Fern backed what Holly did on the first day back of the new year.
*
Holly chose lunchtime to approach Mr. Price. Entering his office once his class had charged out. She was relieved that all his Senior boys who had participated in her gang bang at the end of last season were now away from the school. She did though chance a glance at the changing rooms where it had all happened and gave an involuntary shudder. And the thought of the graffiti contained in there about her made her mad too.
She barged into Price's office as he sat at his desk. Looking up he smirked at her.
"Hair's coming back nicely babe, short look suits you, you here to thank me?"
"No you smug arrogant asshole. I'm here to challenge you again, if you're brave enough."
"Oh yes? And what is your bet"
"Same as last year, that your team doesn't win the league. If I win, you resign, completely. I never have to see your smug face around here again."
He smirked, "Is that all?"
"No it fucking isn't! When your precious team come up short we'll meet in those fucking changing rooms again and this time I get to shave you bald and shave off that awful, pervy moustache of yours. And then I get to fuck your damn asshole with whatever strap on dildo I want whilst your players watch me make you my bitch!"
"Oooh! Feisty cunt aren't you? You and Mrs Cotton come up with that over Summer? Aw what? You thought I didn't know you spent your vacation eating carpet? Well wrong I know all about you. So there won't be any letters to her this time. Not that there will be a this time though Miss Will, why should there be? I've fucked your mouth, fucked your arsehole, pissed on you, watch you satisfy a group of young men and then shaved you bald. What on earth can you still offer as your side of the bet? Nothing, now go on, get the fuck out of here bitch."
