It was Thursday, and Victoria sat at her desk just before the students arrived. She closed her eyes and could still the slight bliss the vodka had given her. The feelings from the previous Friday were for now subdued, she tied to wipe the images away, but when she tried to ignore them the thought of putting her foot in the warm cum in her shoe, or used as an item came flooding back. Quickly checking her watch, she grabbed the small bottle of vodka in her handbag and took another quick swig, swallowing the liquid as the school bell rang.
During the day, Victoria worked at her job teaching and keeping the alcohol level just right; not too drunk she couldn't teach, but just enough to keep those feelings submerged. At the end of the day as she was packing up, Michael came to see her. Victoria looked at him and frowned.
"What?" She said folding her arms. "Today's Thursday, you're not supposed to be here."
Michael just shrugged annoyingly and closed the door leaning against it.
She felt slightly trapped with her exit blocked, but the vodka kept her cool headed. Eventually Michael spoke.
"I've been thinking, about what you said and how you want it to end." He said, finally moved away from the door and walked over to her. "Was thinking about a little something so you could end it tomorrow?"
Victoria didn't like the sound of that and tried to figure out exactly what his new angle would be. "Told you already Michael, you're not fucking me."
He simply shook his head again. "Yeah I know that, but was thinking about something else instead. I was thinking about you calling round to my place."
Victoria breathed in and started to see where he was going this time. "Go on?"
"I was thinking you could .... Do you dance?" he asked quickly changing his approach.
"Why?" she asked slowly
"I was thinking you could dance for me, lap dance kinda stuff."
It was too much for Victoria, and mixed with the vodka, burst out laughing. "Are you fucking serious? Have you honestly heard yourself?" She saw Michael's face, angry with his fantasy rejected so easily, and laughed again. "I'm sorry Michael, go on, it sounds wonderful." He stood there, annoyed for a few seconds, before continuing.
"I figured you'd want to end this sooner than later. Was just giving you a chance to end it." With that he walked away.
Victoria controlled her sniggering for a moment. "OK OK Michael! So, let me get this straight: I come round to yours, do a little dance..." Much to Michael's annoyance, she did a little dance in her chair, still grinning and mocking him. She saw his expression and loved holding the upper hand. "...and then we're quits right?"
Michael shook his head. "No, don't want you just doing a little dance and leaving. I want you dressed hot, and for the evening."
She smirked at him, and just knew there was going to be some catch. "Go on, give me all your dirty little ideas then Michael." She shook her head dismissively. "You really are immature, do you know that?"
Michael just shrugged his shoulders, not really caring. "Stockings and stuff, you know, bra, knickers." He thought about it. She had given him permission so he might as well use it. "Nice make up, red lipstick." He listed them to her, and she shook her head in disbelief at them.
She waited for him to finish. "So, I come round, dressed like a tart, I suppose a few lap dances and ...."
"A few blowjobs as well." Michael injected into her sentence.
Victoria shook her head laughing at him. "Is this some ploy to try and fuck me again?" She remembered how he had taken advantage of her as she had tried to get her bra, bent over and precarious, he took advantage and pushed himself into her. Fortunately, she thought he had seen some sense and stopped, but only after she agreed to the current predicament she was in.
Michael shook his head no. "I remember your rule; No fucking."
Victoria knew there was more to this than what he was letting on. If she had learnt anything in the last weeks it was not to trust him. "Just lap dances and blowjobs, and then at midnight, you can go and that's everything. I promise."
She wanted to believe him, she really did. "I'll have to have a think about it."
Michael infuriatingly just shrugged again. "You have until Friday."
Victoria went to ask about why Friday, and closed her mouth again when she remembered why she had been drinking. She just nodded.
On Friday, Michael came again at lunchtime to visit her.
He found her sat at her desk, having quickly closed her drawer when he entered.
"Well? Have you thought about what I suggested?" He said closing the door behind him.
"I have. I'll agree to it, but, I want a couple of safeguards though." She said.
"Like what?" Michael had been expecting her to refuse, and was looking forward to another rough play in the store room again.
"You're not going to try and fuck me again"
Michael held his hands up. "I swear again, I won't"
"And I want you to swear this is the end. That if I agree, that's it. No more."
Michael nodded slowly. "I swear that it'll be the end."
Victoria studied his face, trying to find any trace of lies there, but she couldn't. What choice did she have? It was either three blowjobs in the store room and run the risk of being discovered, like they nearly were the previous week, or get it over with in one night. She should have just let him fuck her at the start. Blinking, she pushed that particular dark thought to the back of her mind, she wouldn't let him fuck her. But that one sentence had risen a few times in the past couple of weeks, especially after the previous Friday. Ever since this whole episode had began, she had refused her husband's advances with her, not wanting to be touched by any male, sadly, including him. She swallowed and felt the vodka she had quickly been drinking when he had come in, still burning warmly in part of her throat. She coughed to get rid of it. "OK, what time?"
Michael put a slip of paper on her desk with address on it and smiled. "7pm. No funny business from you either. The hotter you are, the more likely I am to uphold my part."
She looked at him with him saying that. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean if you decide to bring anyone along, or cancel, or not try and look your hottest, then the deal is off."
"Well you had better tell me the moment I arrive; otherwise I'm not going through with any of it."
Michael smirked. "Don't you worry, I'll tell you."
Victoria watched him leave. This time tomorrow, it would all be over. No more blackmail, no more abuse, no more hiding in the bathroom to cry. For Friday though, she would have to just get over and done with. She opened the draw again and took out the bottle of vodka. Looking at the remains of what was left, she drank it back quickly; she needed the numbness it brought now and for tomorrow more than ever. As she coughed with the burning in her throat, she placed the lid back on the empty bottle and put it back in the drawer, unaware that Michael was watching her discreetly from the window in the door.
When Friday evening came along, Victoria told her husband that a few of the women form the school were going out for a birthday party. She sat upstairs having showered, adding some make up and doing her hair, determined to make this night right. Once done, she could go back to her old life, with her husband, her house, both of them together again. Her husband had been a little distant with her when she had told him, but she would make it up to him when this was over. She reached for her wine glass and found it empty. Had she drank it? Taking the bottle she poured herself another and found only a few drops left. Victoria went downstairs, wearing a robe, and found her husband sat there watching TV. She watched him for a moment thinking how handsome he was, before she remembered what she was after and grabbed another bottle of red from the kitchen, taking it back upstairs. She put on the radio and sang along to an old BeeGees song trying not to think about what she was preparing to do and drank her wine.
Thirty minutes later she was on the way to Michael's house in the back of the cab. She had worn a long coat; covering what lay beneath. She could feel the cool lining of the fabric against her skin. As she was driven, she realised exactly what she was doing, she was probably walking into a trap, and found a tear rolling down the side of her cheek. She swallowed and dabbed it away with the cuff of her coat. Victoria fumbled in her handbag and found a makeup mirror and checked herself. Her make up was unspoilt. After 5 minutes, the cab pulled up outside the address and she got out, her coat accidentally splitting open to give the taxi view of her legs. He stared wide eyed and she closed the door.
Michael opened the door when he heard the bell ring. There was Victoria, as agreed. She was wearing a long black coat, past her knees, but fastened up with a belt.
Michael looked at the way she had done her hair and make up, so amazing compared to the simple style she wore during the day. He just prayed that what ever was underneath that coat was just as good.
She brushed past him, and he could smell the slight sourness on her breath of the wine beneath the perfume she was wearing. He closed the door after her.
Victoria turned to him and leant against the wall, and raised an eyebrow. " Well?" She said "Do I look OK?"
Michael nodded. "So far. What have you got on under the coat?"
